"This bird is fantastic. The way you mix it up with the potatoes and the-the beans, you guys eat like this every day?"

Dean murmurs through a mouthful of chicken. Real chicken that Jody had made. The three of you had gone to Sioux Falls because Claire was under the impression that vampires were in the area and was getting impatient to talk about them, despite being at the dinner table.

"It's just chicken."

Jody smiles.

"It's shaped like chicken, not a patty or-or a nugget."

Sam sighs as he stuffs his face. He was so happy to finally have some real food. Not just for him, but for you. You deserved a homecooked meal so bad, and he tried to make them for you as often as he could but it just…wasn't often. Seeing your lips covered in grease and a content look in your eyes, like you'd be sleeping damn good later made his heart soar. Sam gently reaches out to hold up your chin, using a napkin to wipe the gravy off your lip with such a loving look in his eyes.

"Ew."

Claire scoffs, her arms crossed and her food untouched as she glares at the two of you through heavy eye makeup.

"Ew, what, Claire?"

Jody snaps at her.

"Well, I don't understand why I have to watch PDA."

Claire snaps right back as Dean snorts into his beer bottle.

"That's not PDA, Claire."

He rumbles.

"You want PDA, you should see the things I've seen past midnight-"

"Dean!"

Sam groans, setting the napkin down and resting his hand on your knee.

"Will you shut up?"