( he looks pleased with her response, so he takes a sip of his own cup, shrugging lightly at the question she poses. )
Well, my dad was a real hardass, raised us on military time, so unless we were on a hunt, we were supposed to be in bed before oh-hundred hours or there'd be serious hell to pay.
( not that john was ever around that often to enforce this rule, but still. it's been drilled into dean's head since he was four. )
Looking back, I think he was just trying to protect us from the crazy shit that can go down during the witching hour.
( though most of the motels they stayed in as kids were never haunted or cursed, just shitty. he sets his cup down on the kitchen table after downing the rest of his coffee, turning to the stove where he's already heated up a cast iron skillet. he managed to find butter and eggs at the general store, so he's cooking this morning, too. he drops a few tablespoons of butter into the pan with a knife, then looks over his shoulder to elle while it melts. )
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Well, my dad was a real hardass, raised us on military time, so unless we were on a hunt, we were supposed to be in bed before oh-hundred hours or there'd be serious hell to pay.
( not that john was ever around that often to enforce this rule, but still. it's been drilled into dean's head since he was four. )
Looking back, I think he was just trying to protect us from the crazy shit that can go down during the witching hour.
( though most of the motels they stayed in as kids were never haunted or cursed, just shitty. he sets his cup down on the kitchen table after downing the rest of his coffee, turning to the stove where he's already heated up a cast iron skillet. he managed to find butter and eggs at the general store, so he's cooking this morning, too. he drops a few tablespoons of butter into the pan with a knife, then looks over his shoulder to elle while it melts. )
How do you like your eggs?