still need the one from the freezer though

Cheerleader!Dean Part 8

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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.

The Icebox Incident

So my friend took me out to dinner the other night because I was having an anxiety freak out, and I asked her to help me choose between to prompts and one was nurse Lucy and then we got laughing about how Natsu would be in hospital because Gray locked him in an Icebox and he got freezer burns and then we couldn’t stop laughing. And then I saw an ice fridge at the grocery store and started laughing again.

So anyway, this is dedicated to her because I told her I’d write some drabble with it.

Someone draw Natsu locked in an icebox for me or I’ll have to resort to shitty photoshop :P

Disclaimer: you all know what I own, but it’s not Natsu or Lucy or Fairy Tail.

Link: FF.net

CHAPTER 2 NOW UP

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The Icebox Incident

“What the fuck, Pin-dick? Let me out of here!”

Natsu heard what sounded distinctly like cackling through the heavy, insulated door. He rattled the handle to the walk-in freezer again, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked.

“Seriously, let me out! You know how much I hate the cold!”

“Well you shouldn’t have set fire to the table!” Came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. “Or turned the aircon heat up so high that the ice sculpture melted!”

“This is not appropriate retaliation!”

“When in your life have you ever understood ‘appropriate retaliation’?”

Natsu was about to answer but instead yelped as he suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his forearm.

“You’ve got to be kidding me; freezer burn?” Apparently he’d been resting his arm on exposed ice too long. Dropping a few choice swear words, he took a step away from the door. And promptly slipped on a puddle, slamming his head on the ground as he landed on his back.

“Natsu? Yo, Natsu? You’re not smart enough for tricks, answer me.”

Not hearing a response, the door clicked and then slowly opened, a slightly concerned face peeking inside. The face took in Natsu’s limp form on the ground.

“Oh, fuck. Mira! Natsu unconscious!”

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The First Meet

“Lucy, you’ve got the new one in bed 4! Reception said… 'freezer burn and head injury’.”

“Got it, Levy! I can’t wait to hear this story!”

It had been a busy evening in the Emergency Department of Magnolia Hospital and Lucy was buzzing. She lived for these rushes and the people that she helped. Her best friend, and fellow nurse, Levy didn’t understand how it seemed to give her energy, but somehow, it did. Even better, this latest patient sounded like they’d have an interesting story. ED for freezer burn? What the hell had happened?

Lucy walked through the curtain to see a man her age sitting on the bed, distracted by the flame of a lighter. She nearly stopped. She saw all sorts coming through, including some really good looking guys, but this guy was eye-catchingly hot. Muscular (but not too much) and super toned, with an angular face and slightly slanted eyes. And pastel-pink hair. He was… exotic. It was nearly the only word she could use. It certainly didn’t help that dressed in dark cargos, a dark red T-shirt, and combat boots, and decorated with a leather wristband, single ear piercing and a couple of obvious scars, he gave off a major bad-boy vibe. She could even see the edges of a shoulder tattoo.

She sighed. The good-looking ones were always difficult, often dealing with hurt pride more than actual injuries and believing she would fawn over them. Wasn’t happening. She readied herself for tough mode and put on her polite nurse smile.

“Hi there! I’m Lucy, I’m your nurse today. How about you explain to me what the issue is?”

The man’s head shot up in surprise. Apparently he’d been quite caught up in watching the fire.

“And don’t set fire to my equipment, please. Lighter away.”

He quickly complied, stuffing the lighter into his pocket, but continued to look at her blankly for a second. She tried to prompt again.

“You presented with freezer burns and a head injury. Can you tell me how that happened?”

Suddenly he grinned and Lucy’s chest constricted. No, no, no. Bad Lucy! No being attracted to idiot bad-boys in ED! But his smile was just so huge and genuine and gorgeous. It wasn’t fair!

“Oh” He finally spoke, answering her question. “My friend locked me in an icebox.”

“An icebox?”

“Well, one of those walk-in freezer things. Stores the ice in there. So, icebox. Yeah. Locked me in. Then I fell over.”

Lucy couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing. He was just explaining it so cheerily and… blasé. Plus it was a ridiculous situation. She quickly gathered herself; laughing wasn’t very professional for a nurse. The guy had raised an eyebrow at her, looking amused.

“Okay…” She looked down at her clipboard. “Natsu, is it? Let’s have a look at these injuries so we can see what needs a doctor’s attention.”

Lucy walked over to him. “Head injury first. Where is it?”

He grunted. “Back of head. I’m sure I’m fine. Mira just freaked out and insisted I get looked at.”

She continued the small talk while she tried to separate his unique hair from the wound.

“Oh, who’s Mira? A girlfriend?”

A snort.

“Don’t move your head. There’s actually a lot of blood here. I need to clean it.”

He stilled.

“Nah, Mira’s the bartender. She’s like an older sister. Always fussing. And meddling.”

“Did you lose consciousness from this?”

“Mm. Only for, like, 30 seconds or something.”

Natsu started fidgeting again only to have his hair yanked in return.

“I told you to stop moving. Alright. That’s clean. You may need a head scan. We’ll come back to it. It’s too shallow to need stitches though. On to the freezer burns!”

She lightly touched one of the marks and heard a sharp intake of breath as he winced.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“S'fine. Doesn’t hurt.”

Thwack. She’d given him a hard whack to his chest with her clipboard.

“It does hurt. Don’t lie to your nurse.”

“Oh, come on, let me keep my pride!”

“Pride doesn’t exist in ED because it gets people killed.”

“…6.” He mumbled before wisely shutting up.

He kept quiet while she continued to tend to his wounds, quickly cleaning, treating and dressing each one. She caught him watching her a couple of times, but she was used to odd looks and it didn’t phase her.

“There. All done! So, the burns will heal easily; there’s no lasting damage there, and there’ll probably be no new scars.”

He chuckled at this. “Damn.”

She smiled in response. “But I will send the doctor in to have check that head injury. I probably won’t be back myself, but another nurse will help dress it later on, okay? Nice to meet you, Natsu!”

“Ah, wait!”

Lucy froze as she went to leave the booth and turned back to face Natsu with puzzlement. He sat crosslegged on the bed, not looking at her, with one hand scratching the back of his head. Overall, he looked rather embarrassed that he’d called out to her. It was adorable and didn’t match his image at all.

“Did you have a question?” She asked gently. If he had a medical question and didn’t ask because of shame, it could go very wrong; she’d seen it.

It wasn’t a medical question.

“Um, look, I know I’m probably not your type, but you seem really nice and smart and cool and cute…” He trailed off, mumbling the last part nearly under his breath. Lucy got the feeling he didn’t do this often. Somehow that made it even more endearing.

She giggled softly before standing up straight and putting her free hand on her hip to regard him.

“How about you give me your number and I’ll think about it?”

He beamed. Lucy decided she liked making that happen.

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There will be at least 1 more chapter. I’ve decided I’m using this as a base to practice some other bits like smut.

It’s just drabble so it’s not that good, but I hope it’s at least amusing.