Citizenship & Raspberry Jam

Title:  Home Cookin’
Rating: PG-13 for language?

Pairing: pre-slash Jared and Jensen
Warnings: domesticity shaped; boys being boys 

AN: I just decided to finish this out of the blue, so not beta’d; also I haven’t written anything below an “R” in ages, and I didn’t know that’s what was happening when I started this, but well…the fic does what the fic does

WC: 4,060

Disclaimer: Damn dirty lies.

 
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There wasn't a single part of this that wasn't Jared's fault. If the giant lug had just learned how to cook from his momma, Jensen wouldn't be standing here at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes for the third Saturday in a row. Unfortunately, although Jensen's kitchen prowess was far superior to Jared's, his entire repertoire consisted of three things: mashed potatoes, spaghetti and grilled meat. Better than Jared's recipe file of Ramen noodles and salad; but not by much.

Jensen heard the mudroom door bang open and the scrabble of Sadie and Harley tugging Jared into the house after their evening run. A few minutes later Jared came into the kitchen, threw open the freezer door and just stood there, eyes closed letting the cool fog drift across his face. The same thing every evening. Jared came back from his run with a bang and a vacuum released rush of air.

"You're lettin' all the cold out." Jensen said without looking up from the last of the potatoes.

"Yes, Mom." Jensen could hear the grin in his voice and a few seconds later the freezer door made a sucking sound as it closed. Quickly followed by another suck-thump and then a pop of a cap as Jared got a beer. It was Jared who insisted on the automatic vacuum sealed fridge/freezer—god only knows why. Jensen was the only one who made any real use of it. But not anymore. He rinsed the final potato, plopped it in the pot with the others and turned to Jared.

( You're going to learn how to cook.  )