A New Years Secret Chapter 1
It was boxing day, and Sam woke up in his room of the bunker to the sound of sizzling in the kitchen. He grabbed his silver gun from under his pillow, loaded it and silently walked to the door. As he peered round the doorway to the kitchen, he put his gun down in relief. Dean was standing at the stove, whistling and flipping pancakes.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked nervously, lowering himself into a chair. Dean turned around and grinned.
"Finally! You're up, Sammy. I'm just making pancakes." He replied cheerfully. Sam looked at him, seriously wondering if he was possessed.
"Okay, what did you do? You're only nice when you need to make up for something." Dean turned around and laughed.
"What? No I'm not! It's just that we had all the ingredients, so I thought why not?" Sam was still suspicious though, until one thought came to his mind.
"Oh, I get it now." Sam said, evilly smiling at Dean.
"Get what?"
"You're just trying to impress your boyfriend." Dean slammed the spatula on the table and spun round, his good mood suddenly gone.
"What are you talking about?" His voice had gone gruff and deeper, he was annoyed. Sam sipped his coffee and pretended not to hear him.
"Just don't try to hard. Cas sleeps in a lot now he's human. The pancakes will be cold by the time he emerges from your, I mean his, room." Sam grinned into his coffee cup, awaiting Deans response.
"Will you just stop with that bullcrap already? You think you're so funny, but I'm not in love with Cas for gods sake." He turned back round to the stove and muttered "Besides, don't think I don't know about you and Gabriel." Sam's grin was wiped from his face as he heard this, but before he could reply, Cas walked in.
Dean turned around as soon as he heard his soft footsteps approaching. Seeing Cas instantly cheered him up. Even though Cas was in pyjamas and had crazy bad bed hair, Deans still felt butterflies in his stomach. He kept telling himself, even if Cas was good looking, that doesn't mean he is attracted to him, obviously.
Dean rubbed these thoughts from his mind and threw a few pancakes on a plate for Cas, sliding it down the table toward him.
"Here ya go buddy, eat up, we got a big hunt today." Dean said. Cas looked up at Dean and smiled, making Deans stomach do that meaningless and annoying flipping thing again. He turned back to the stove.
They talked about the upcoming hunt, until Sam got a call, which Dean and Cas listened to intently.
"Really? Oh, that's great. Um- yeah I guess we'll be there. See you then" Sam put down the phone.
"What was that about?" Dean asked.
"Some ex-hunters have bought the Roadhouse, or what's left, and rebuilt it. We're going there for New Years."
"Cool." Said Dean, but seeing Cas's confused face, explained. "it's like a party were you celebrate the beginning if a new year."
"Ah okay, I understand. Any weird human traditions for New Years I should know?" Cas replied. Dean frowned and shook his head.
"Actually, there is one thing." Sam said. "It's kind of tradition to kiss someone at exactly midnight, when the New Year starts. Just putting that out there." And before Dean could throw something at him, Sam ran to his room.