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Preference-Food Sharing

Dean

You and Dean loved to shared food because it meant there was more food to eat. At diners and restaurants you both usually couldn't decide between two things so you would both order one and split it. Dean always made sure he ordered himself extra fries because you liked to finish yours and sneak some from his plate. You always cooked extra bacon because if he was in the room and you turned around your plate was always a few strips shy when you returned to it. When you got a chance to stay in for movie night you would both grab a couple of spoons and dig into a gallon of ice cream together. It was always gone by the end of the movie and Sam was amazed at how you both managed to never get sick from it.

Sam

Sam didn't mind sharing his food with you, in fact he usually encouraged you to take something off his plate. You usually never took him up on his offer though. His bowls of lettuce were never appealing to you and when he ordered breakfast he always ordered from the healthy side of the menu and ended up with egg white omelets and grilled tomatoes. Once he had somehow convinced you to split his sushi meal with him. After a few bites you grabbed the keys to the Impala saying you forgot you had promised Dean you were going to get gas. You returned 40 minutes later with a pizza, fries, and a milkshake. Sam laughed as you sat on the lumpy motel bed and happily munched on your meal. "It's a miracle you're not 500 pounds." "Running from death keeps me thin."

Castiel

Cas didn't eat so there was never an opportunity to share anything. He would just accompany you to the grocery store whenever Bobby's fridge needed restocking. He enjoyed seeing you deliberating on which of the millions of cereals to get for Dean and doing the various ripeness tests for Sam's fruits and vegetables. To him it was such an absurdly human thing to watch, the way you checked weights and prices and the entire coupon system was fascinating to him. Castiel occasionally went on his own food runs for you. It was always when you were working a case. You became so invested in the work you would often miss meals and the ones you remembered consisted of something that came from a microwave. So when you were elbow deep in researching and investigating Cas would pop away and return with homecooked meals. You never asked where or how he got them, but you were convinced he had a farm-living grandma on call somewhere.

Bobby

Don't touch his food. Ever. It's not worth it.