Hey Guys,
First Supernatural fic. Hope you enjoy ;)
Beta-ed by my lovely friend Mara you my find her as anglcdmn1986.
xoxo,
Nathy
"Cas, what are you doing?" asks Dean as he enters the bunker. He sees Sam sitting on the table looking overly sick.
"Cooking." Cas says as if it is the most natural thing in the world. After all, according to the angel he needed to make peace with his friend - he did take him from perdition, as a matter of fact.
Dean arches his eyebrows and blinks, Sam gives him the smallest of his smiles, the young hunter was trying to hide, but the trials were taking a toll on him.
Dean passes his brothers, ruffling his hair; Sam closes his eyes to the gentle touch.
"How are you hanging on?"
"Cool. I'm afraid he might have overreact on the whole cooking thing." Sam says holding a cough.
"What you mean?" Dean looks in the direction of the kitchen and at his brother again.
"He said the store didn't have any pie. He seemed said about it."
"Hum?" Dean is surprise, 'cause what pie has to do with the end of the world or Cas not trusting him with the Angel's tablet?
"Go easy on him Dean, the guy is feeling bad enough."
"But…"
"Cut the crap. Just try to understand his reasoning."
Dean sighed and entered the kitchen. There were at least five types of pies over the table and the blue-eyed angel was wearing an apron instead of his comfort blanket as well-known as his trench-coat.
"Cas? What is all of it?"
"Redeeming myself with you, of course." He stated, turning back to the kitchen sink, where he had left his tomatoes to cut.
"I'm thinking on a tomato soup for Sam, he doesn't look well at all."
Dean smiled and touched the angel shoulder. Cas continue to work on the tomatoes.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I really thought I was doing the right thing."
"I know, I just wish you and Sam would come to me and tell what the real deal is sometimes, instead of me trying to get this out of your heads and chests." Dean says moving his hands while he speaks, he walks over to the table and gets a fork tasting one of the firsts pies he can see. He closes his eyes the moment the flavors touches his tongue. It was freaking delicious, why better than any pie he had tasted before, man Castiel could cook!
"So?" The angel asked literally breathing the question on Dean's neck.
With his mouth full, he manage to say "Yummy."
The angel smiled, making his blue eyes shine with happiness.
"I'm forgiven, then?" The tone of hope in his voice was enough for Dean to notice.
"Keep working on the food and the pie and I think we are all good."
"Dean, Cas?" Calls Sam, Cas in his unusual way follows Dean to the bunker's living room, or so to speak.
"Can I have a slice of pie, too?" His voice is low and tired.
Cas disappeared for a second before appearing again with a slice of cherry pie for Sam, after all he was the sick guy, he could baby him a bit more than Dean.