Hunting was slow so you thought you’d find something to unwind. You walk into the bunker kitchen ready to enjoy some of the “special” brownies you baked. They had been cooling in the fridge, but when you go to eat one you find half of them already gone. In a panic you search the bunker for the culprit. Rushing into the den you find Dean leaned back in a recliner.

“Hey, something up?” He asks as he notices your frazzled state. You can tell he’s still chewing on something. Of course the junk food loving Winchester would’ve found your brownies. Oblivious to what they contain.