Dean followed his nose to the cafeteria and found a small assemblage already there drinking coffee and eating breakfast. He passed by Sam and clapped him good-naturedly on the shoulder. "Morning, Bro! Sleep well?" His question was sincere, if a little distracted. Sexy babe or not, he still worried about his brother 24-7.

He was fixing him and Faith breakfast (a fact which Sam noticed with much curiosity) when a small explosion went off in a nearby room.

"What's that?" Dean sounded alarmed.

"It's Tara. It seems her magic is discharging randomly"

"Heh, wow. So that *was* fireworks last night. Cool."

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes.

Dean walked out with 2 cups of black coffee and 2 plates piled high with bacon and eggs deftly balanced in his hands.