[ Walking around to the other side of the table to give them space for Sam to help Dean with his gift, he places the two plates in the empty spaces on the table in front of them, each one covered in a thick napkin to keep the food warm.
His hands find the back of the chair nearest him as he watches the pair, blue eyes switching between the two smiling faces. There is a warmth here, that... familial love that is always strong between them but made all the more obvious likely from Sam's innocence.
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His hands find the back of the chair nearest him as he watches the pair, blue eyes switching between the two smiling faces. There is a warmth here, that... familial love that is always strong between them but made all the more obvious likely from Sam's innocence.
It's a pleasant change. ]
Would you like a glass of milk, Sam?
[ He doesn't get beer until he's older. ]