Cheerleader!Dean Part 8
The fantastic art and this AU were created by the lovely Chelsey
Part 2 of the dinner scene.
The pizza boy was not entirely sure what to make of the Novak residence. It was just a regular evening when he’d rung the doorbell and then he saw the inside of the house. Peeking in as the door opened, he was rather bored with the typical furnishing until he noticed the red paint streak in back…and then there were the people on the couches.
The man paying for the pizza looked to be one of the two normal people there. The other one looked to be one of the youngest and he was helping to towel off one of the older boys. The guy he was helping was shirtless and had something in his hair. He couldn’t tell whether it was blood or food of some sort and he really didn’t want to know.
On the couch opposite sat a young women with the brightest red hair which was covered with…pasta? Alfredo it looked like, judging from the whitish streak throughout her sloppy ponytail. She was helping to clean off the second of the older boys. He was also shirtless though his hands were bandaged and he was also covered in pasta.
The last person looked to be the youngest. He was wiping at his face with a washcloth, trying to get something off and he wasn’t sure what.
“Yeah, our dinner went a bit haywire. Surprisingly, I didn’t have anything to do with it,” the man at the door said, smiling widely. “You can keep the change.”
And with that, Gabriel closed the door.
“Alright, pizza is served!” Gabriel shouted, placing the boxes on the dining room table. Anna gave up on trying to remove all the sauce from Cas’s hair and threw down the towel.
“I’ve done as much as I can. Do you want me to get you some aspirin?” Cas just shook his head, expression stony as he stared at the boxes. Anna nodded and turned to Dean. “Have the seat of honor.” Dean got up, moving to sit next to Cas while Samandriel came to sit next to Sam. Anna settled on the floor next to Gabe and then they really began dinner.
It was easy to see that Cas was upset.
During dinner he didn’t talk much, leaving the questioning up to Gabe and Anna. They quizzed Dean relentlessly, asking about him and his studies, his plans for college. And then they turned to Sam for affirmation, for more questions, for embarrassing stories. Dean was not amused.
But Cas, Dean wasn’t sure whether he was heartbroken or livid. There was just this quiet intensity that seemed to envelope the room.
It was after dinner that things got better. “You guys stay here,” Dean said, standing up. “Cas, I wanna show you something. I swear to God, you better not make a dick joke, Gabriel.”
“Hey, Samandriel’s ears!” Anna exclaimed with mock offense, but Gabriel just laughed over her.
Dean stepped into the kitchen, ignoring the mess. Wiping off the counter with a spare rag, he turned to Cas. “I’m gonna need flour, sugar, apples or berries or whatever fruit you have, cinnamon, nutmeg, and a stick of butter.”
Cas didn’t ask questions, just going to find all the ingredients. Dean went to the oven, preheating it. Afterwards he reached into the freezer, happy to find pie tins there as he’d hoped. Still, he hadn’t used tins in years.
“Oh for shame. This is nothing compared to what I make. I’ll have to show you how to make pie from scratch one of these days.” Grabbing the crust, he returned to the counter, Cas seeming to buzz nearby.
“You’re making pie, why?” Cas asked quietly, though he seemed to inflate some with the idea that the dinner wouldn’t be totally lost.
“I figure I might as well bring dessert as I promised. Besides, you should know how to make pie.” Dean nodded, moving to the side so that Cas could stand by his side and watch him work. “Alright, first you peel the apples. Why all the apples by the way?”
“Samandriel is very fond of them and Anna cannot resist spoiling him.” Cas smiled faintly and Dean grinned.
“Alright then. Samandriel should love this. Classic apple pie.” Dean began to work, gently guiding Cas through the steps of how to make pie. Cas watched with his typical unblinking curiosity, never letting his eyes stray. It wasn’t until after it was in the oven that they really talked to each other.
“You know, this is my mom’s recipe,” Dean started almost wistfully, staring at the oven. No doubt Sam had told the others to wait because they’d be smelling it by then. “She used to make pie all the time.”
“What happened?” Cas asked, but he already knew this wouldn’t lead anywhere well. These conversations never seemed to.
“She died when I was four. House fire.”
“Dean, I’m so sorry,” Cas answered helplessly, unsure of what to say, exactly how to comfort an old wound.
“It’s okay.” Dean shrugged, but turned his gaze to his feet. “Truth is, I barely remember her now. Sammy’s always asking about her, what she was like and all and it scares me because I can’t remember what her voice sounded like anymore.” Dean clenched his jaw, swallowing anxiously.
Cas grabbed his hand. “I lost my mom too. She died during my freshman year. I always used to hide during lunch until Balthazar would find me.” He let out a laugh, looking up at the ceiling. Dean was silent, but the silent support that Cas needed was there. “I think if Balthazar hadn’t been there, I would still be hiding there.”
“Naw, I’d have pulled your ass from there,” Dean stated, satisfied smirk in place. Cas knew he was trying to change the subject because conversations like this were hard. Always were.
“I bet you would have.” Cas leaned in, kissing him tenderly. Dean smiled, pulling Cas closer and pressing forward so he could kiss Cas breathless. Cas felt his hands trail lower, moving for Dean’s hips when…
The oven dinged.
“Damn,” Cas muttered, lips still pressed firmly against Dean’s. He was so hesitant to break the moment, not sure when he’d get the next.
“We could ignore it?”
“Will you two lovebirds finish already and bring the pie?!” Gabe shouted form the other room and the two separated, sighing. Dean pressed one last kiss on Cas’s lips before he moved to grab the dessert.
The pie was perfect.