“Well, Bella seemed excited about it.” She shrugged.
Dean smirked.
“Don’t read anything into it.”
“Never.” He pushed off the counter. “I gotta get to the station.” He clapped her shoulder. “I know it’s rough, but it will all be okay.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “Yeah.”
“Cass should be out shortly. She’s enjoying some quiet time before the monsters wake up”—he looked at his watch—“in ten minutes or so.”
Sam chuckled. They weren’t that bad. At least, not when Sam was around.
“Help yourself to whatever you want in the kitchen.Mi casa es su casa.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate it. Hopefully, we’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He set his empty cup in the sink.
Normally, Sam would be on her way to the station as well, but Captain Bennett had given her the day off to deal with this disaster. Since she was here invading their space, she might as well make everyone breakfast.
She opened the refrigerator and pulled out bacon and eggs, making a mental note to replace everything she used in case they had particular plans for the items. She found some pancakemix and food coloring in the cabinet and busied herself starting breakfast.
“Whoa,” a tiny voice said from the kitchen door.
Sam turned and found Charlie rubbing sleep from his eyes. Luckily, the boys weren’t identical twins. Charlie had blond hair, whereas Bobby’s was brunette.
“Good morning, Charlie.” She looked at the microwave clock. Dean hadn’t been kidding. Ten minutes.
“Are those pancakes?” Bobby pushed past his brother. He stepped up to the counter and peered at the plate. “Why are they green? Did they mold already?” He tilted his head.
Sam suppressed a laugh. “No. I added food coloring to make them special.”
“Charles, put your hand down,” Cass barked from the kitchen door as Charlie reached for a pancake. “Wait until everything is done.”
She sidled up next to Sam. “You didn’t have to cook breakfast for us.”
“It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done, and will do, for me and Bella.”
“Dean told you? He has a big mouth.” She frowned.
“You know you love him.” Sam flipped the bacon in one pan and turned her attention to a green pancake on the griddle.
“Let me help.” Cass took the spatula and dealt with the pancakes. The two women worked in tandem, finishing the pancakes and bacon, and Sam made fluffy scrambled eggs for everyone.
“I should probably go wake Bella up. She’d sleep till noon if I let her.”
Cass looked dreamily at her boys. “I can’t wait for that day.”
Sam shook her head as she walked down the hall to the bedroom. She opened the door. “Bella?—”
Bella jumped and let out a squeal.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you’d be asleep.”
“I wasn’t.” Bella’s voice was strained.
Sam stepped into the room and sat on the bed next to her sister. “Is everything okay?”
