„Wow, that was one scary ghost. The children are always the creepiest!" Dean slammed the door to his Impala shut and walked to the trunk, grapped his backpack and headed, together with Sam, towards the bunker. As they entered, he took a look at his brother. Dean noticed the slightly torn clothes, the sook on his face and the frowned mimic „So, how about a good drink, Sammy?"
Said one smiled weakly at him „I would prefer a good meal before a drink."
„I am not cooking today Sammy!" Dean walked to what he liked to call 'their great hall'.
„Kev! Where are you?" he heard a growl and was greeted with „In my room!" „Why?" „Because some people actually need to sleep Dean!" „Said the kid who was here all day while the others were out for a hunt!" „It is not like I was here playing Twister with Castiel." Kevin shouted, seemingly pissed, refering to Castiels new found love for all kind of games „And now let me sleep Dean!"
Dean frowned and looked at Sam, who seemed amused. These little arguments they had gotten used to, they were everyday. Like a family. A screwed up one, but non the less the only thing close to a family they would ever have. „So beloved brother. If you could stop your amusment you would come to the conclusion that there is no one to cook us a meal. I am not going to make one step into the kitchen and your meals are...not eatable. So with Kev out, who should cook?"
„I could." Dean nearly let the just opened bottle of whiskey slip out of his hand. He turned on the head of his heels and looked at the newcomer. Castiel was standing in the doorframe ad looked at them „I assume the hunt was good" „Good he says, like a hunt could be 'good'..." Dean mumbled under his nonexistent beard and offered Sam a glass of whiskey. „Yeah, all solved" Sam said and smiled at Castiel.
„But Cas. Seems without your grace your hair is no longer that great!" with that Dean laughed while pointing at Castiels hair, which in fact was looking like a hedgehog.
Castiel looked on the ground and answered quietly „I...was in the bathroom!" „And your hair just magically popped to all sides?" „No...I...don't understand that." Castiel tilted his head to one side and looked at the brothers „I saw your products and tried out your hairwax"
Behind Dean, Sam broke into laughter while he himself gave Castiel a beliewered look. „What?" Castiel came closer and layed a hand on Deans shoulder „I am sorry if it was inappropriative. I did not meant to insult you. I was just...what is it called? Curious." Dean just looked at him. Castiel as a human was far more exhausting than they all thought. „We could play a game if that makes you feel better Dean."
Dean stepped away while his brothers laughter grew louder „No Cas. No! I don't want to play one of your stupid games!" „Dean, calm down!" Sam tried to say between fits of laughter. „Your are hurting his feelings...again." „Shut up. I don't care. Use my products all you want, but do not try to play this games with me!" Now Sam approached him „Oh Dean. Don't be sad just because you never win any of these!"
Dean turned around and Sam would swear that his eyes were spitting fire. His voice was loud as he grapped both of them at their collar „Stop! Both of you. I don't care about what you want or feel or not feel at all. All I want now is to sit down, drink this freakingly good tasting whiskey, because apparently no meal for us, Sammy. So let me be!" He let go of them and started to head to the sofa as he heard Castiel crack a „I will cook!"
„What?" Dean turned on his heels once again. Damn it, so much turning around, he began to feel like a ballerina. „I can cook Dean." Castiel said with a small smile appearing, of which Dean was not sure, if it was not supposed to be a grin and he was mocking him. „Like you could Cas." was all he said.
„Dean" Sam was giving him an almost annoyed look. „Fine then. Go ahead. Cook me something Cas. If it makes all of you shut the fuck up." And with that Dean wandered of and slipped onto the couch. He could hear footsteps and than heard his brother saying „Don't take that to heart Cas. The ghost was getting on Deans nerves 'cause he managed to play with him."
Before he knew what was happening, Sam was struck by something at the back of his head. He looked on the ground, saw the pillow and focused his eyes on his brother, who stared back with an intense glare. „I told you to stop. Don't get on my nerves Sammy. Understood?" Deans voice was ringing from the walls. Before Sam had the chance to respond, they could hear a loud hiss followed by Kevin shouting „Honestly? You are acting like kindergardeners. Screw you all. Let me sleep!"
Dean just groaned but kept quiet otherwise. Castiel on the other hand was confused „What are we? Acting? Like the Pizzaman we once saw on the brightbox?" Sam coughed, trying to hold in the laughter „No Cas. Not like...the...not like that. Don't think about it. What about going into the kitchen now?" He took Castiel by the shoulders and led him to the cooking place. „What should I make Sam?" „Make something easy Cas." Castiel nodded and smiled at him. „If you need help, just call!" with that, Sam trotted out of the room, leaving Castiel on his own. He walked over to the shelves and searched for various things. He had often watched Dean as he had cooked. He knew exactly what he would make. He grabbed a large knife and started cutting an onion.
It was quiet in the bunker, expect oft the noise from the kitchen, were Castiel seemed to be very lively. Sam smiled to himself. As much as he liked the old-Castiel, he liked the human one far more. It was like having a little brother out of nowhere who was, well, a bit retarted. Clueless and often helpless, but ever trying to make up for it. „Ahhh...what the...assbutt!" Sam jumped up and runned to the kitchen. He pushed the door open and found Castiel staring at his hand in disbelief. „What happened Cas?" „I was cutting onions...there!" he pointed at the counter, the knife still in his hand, which Sam catched off „and then it started to hurt and I was bleeding...it hurts Sam!"
Castiel looked so serious and had tears in his eyes, that Sam felt like getting a heartache. Talk about brotherly feelings again. „Let me see.", he demanded and Castiel handed him his left ringfinger. Sam led him to the sink and held the finger under the water. As the blood washed off, it was clear that it was only a small cut, nearly closed again. „Oh Cas, you need to concentrate." „I was just singing with the radiothing Sam." Mentioned one listened to the song played and recognised it as 'Angel with a Shotgun'. He smiled and patted Castiels back and finally took in the mess around him.
Various ingredients were lying around, the shelves were opened and there were bits of onions and spices on the floor and working space. „What exactly are you cooking?" „I don't know what it is called. The thing families eat together. The time when they pretend to be grateful and happy." „You want to cook like for thanksgiving?" „Yes, that is what it is called!" Castiel beamed at him and forgot about his pounding wound. „Cas, we don't even have a turkey! And I said something easy." „It is not?" The smile disappeared and Castiel looked down. „ I know there is no turkey. That is the reason I kept cutting onions." He pointed to a large bowl filled with onionslices „But there are none left now." Sam could not hold it anymore and broke into laughter. „And you hoped a turkey would walk in here on his own?" Sam felt guilty as he looked at Castiel who began to tap nervously with his feet. „Cas, it is just too much. What you wanted to do needs hours preparing. So what about you make noodles with tomatosauce?" With that he searched the room for all needed ingredients and explained the proper preperation for the meal. After he finished, he watched Castiel starting to boil the water. „Don't forget to add salt and pepper in the end. I am in the hall if you need something." Castiel nodded and turned around to thank Sam, but he was already gone.
Some time later Dean was still sitting on the sofa, taking a few sips now and then. Sam was soing some researchwork across the room. „Don't you think you should take a break Sammy?"
His brother didn't even bother to lift his head as he answered „No time for that." „What about the meal then? Anything ready? My stomach will start to eat itself if it don't get food soon." „Dean, how should I know? And if you keep interrupting me, I will never finish my work."
Dean threw his arms in the air „Sorry to bother you Sammy. I was just..." „Dinner is ready Dean!" Castiels head appeared just millimeters from Deans face. „Woah!" Dean jumped up, the glass shattering to hundreds of pieces as it slipped from his hand. Castiel looked innocently at him, leaning over the sofa. „We talked about that Cas!" Dean literally screamed, a vein pounding on his neck „Personal Space. Respect that you son of a bitch!" „ I am no son of a" „Shut up!" Dean was furious. He was hungry, tired and that ghost had really gotten on his nerves. And no matter how he tried, or how often, Castiel never understood what that 'spacematter' was about. And Dean got the feeling he never would.
„Really guys, what is so hard about letting me sleep?" Kevin appeared in the room, looking tired and glared at all of them. „But Cas, he" „No Dean. Stick that up your ass if you want, but preserve me!" Dean just stood there, mouth opened. What has that boy turned into. He liked him better as the quiet crybaby, not the Han-Solo-Embodiment.
Kevin turned to Castiel „So, I heard dinner is ready?" Castiel managed a little smile and nodded.
A few moments later everyone has gotten himself a bowl full of the meal Castiel has managed to cook. Castiel was sitting at the table, straight up, smiling proudly as he wished them a good meal.
They all took a full spoon into their mouth but simutaneously spat it out again. There were a lot of swearing and groaning filling the room. After a while Dean managed to open his mouth properly to say: „So what? You wanted to drown a ghost in that afterwards or why is it salt with red coloring and some noodles?"
Castiel looked back and said „I did not know it would taste that...like that. I just thought a little more would be good. Sam even remembered me twice about the salt!"
„So Sam is the guilty one here then." Dean glared at Sam, who instantly backed away „No Dean. Forget about it!" Dean stood up and approached his brother like a lion, ready to jump at the scared antelope.
Sam tried to to run out of the room, but Kevin blocked his way „Oh poor Sam!" Sam turned away, to find Dean only a short distance away. „No, no, no!" he squeaked and headed for the other door. Just before he reached it, Castiel appeared and blocked that one too. Sam looked at him pleadingly, but Cas just shrugged „Sorry, but I don't want to be at fault!" Sam nearly panicked as he was grapped from behind. „Tickle attack!" Dean announced, before he started to use Sam's weakness of being ticklish to 'punish' him. Between him laughing and trying to get some breath, Sam tried to plea at Castiel and Kevin, but both of them made sure not to move one finger.
Dean would not be after their asses this time!