Baked Deans Flash Bang
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As he begins to move around the kitchen and gather all the ingredients and utensils he’ll need to begin his bake, he pulls out his phone and hooks it up to the surround-sound speaker system he has wired throughout the bakery, letting his “Sunday Kind Of” playlist ring out. So he’s feeling sappy, sue him. Today’s the best day of his life, he will slow dance around his bakery by himself if he wants to.
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How long does it take one mechanic, one moody teenager, an elementary schooler with a bake sale tomorrow, and a cranky toddler to make cookies?
Dean Winchester's about to find out.
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Dean makes the best damn biscuits, ask anyone and they'll tell you.
Well except for Castiel, a customer who's got it in his head that his biscuits are somehow better than Dean's (and they are definitely not).
It only takes a few challenging words to end up in a biscuit contest.
Dean's going to take this guy down... and then maybe ask for his number because he's really hot.
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Dean starts cutting pieces of unsalted butter into small walnut sized chunks while Jack adds pastry flour and salt into a large wooden mixing bowl. “It’s so weird how salt can be used for stuff other than fighting monsters.” Jack mutters as he pours the second cup into the bowl like Dean instructed.
Dean’s first instinct is to make a comment about how sheltered Jack is but the issue is he’s really the opposite. Of course the kid thinks shit like that. Why wouldn’t he? Really it's kinda depressingly fucked up that despite wanting to be better parents than what they had, he, Cas and Sam still taught Jack to use salt for ammunition and protection instead of cooking. Like all of them, he never got to have a normal upbringing. Dean isn’t naive enough to think he could ever see a dollop of salt and not catalogue it as a weapon in his mind but he does hope one day he could find a balance. He doesn’t want to be a paranoid bastard all the time anymore. Dean hopes this cooking thing could be something he uses a hunter’s weapon to create with, not destroy.
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Why Claire didn’t want her uncle Gabe to make the treats for the bake sale, Dean would surely never know. Sure he could cook, but Gabe was the baker. It didn’t matter. His little girl wanted him to make the treats, so make them he would. He just had to come up with something out of this world, but it had to fit the summer theme and be something six year olds would want to eat. It also had to be something bold enough to get their parents to spend money on it. He could do this, he had to.