Bread Of Life For Sinners Broken
A/N: Yes. More FTM!Dean. I can't write Dean as cis , for unknown reasons. My headcanon is too entrenched. The title is from a hymn in the book of Episcopal hymns at the church I went to today for a concert. Please enjoy and R and R.
Dean grabbed the container of peanut butter out of the basket of food Dad made him and Sam bring for themselves to eat when they were at Pastor Jim's. There was really only enough for one sandwich left, which meant to Dean it was going to be Sammy's.
He carefully scraped every last bit of peanut butter out of the jar with the butter knife and spread it on the sandwich with care. Then, he cut up a banana and placed it on the sandwich. A single piece, hastily cut, fell into the sink instead of on the sandwich. Dean washed it off and made a move to place it onto Sammy's sandwich.
"Eww," Sammy said, wrinkling his nose. "That's gross." His last school had just finished a unit on germs that Sam took to heart…for now.
Dean smiled. "Fine, you don't want it? I'll eat it." He popped the piece into his mouth and resumed cutting the rest of the banana.
When he was finished, he placed the sandwich in a pan on the stove and turned on the heat. His dad had learned fairly early on in hunting, and therefore taught Dean, that warm meals, no matter how small, filled you up more than cold meals. And since Dean wasn't sure how long it would be until Dad showed up with more food, he'd rather stretch what he had than take from Jim, which was charity and something John wouldn't take.
Sam liked his sandwiches better hot anyway.
When Dean was finished making the sandwich, he carefully cut off the crusts and handed the sandwich to Sam.
"Thanks Dean," Sam praised eyes wide. "Want half?"
Dean shook his head. "Nah, I'll have a baked potato or something," he mumbled, wiping his hands on the dress Pastor Jim made him wear.
"Deanna?" asked Jim, walking into the kitchen, using Dean's full legal name, a smile on his face.
"Yes sir?"
"Great job takin' care of your brother. You'll be a hell of a mom someday," he said, ruffling Dean's short hair.
Dean gave Jim a faint smile at the praise, but the moment Jim looked away, his face fell.