Human Grace

I've been doing a lot of NCIS stories recently, but I wanted to do something new. So, I decided to do a Supernatural fic.

Ironically, even though Supernatural is one of my most favorite tv shows, I am not a fan of bloody violence. It's kind of strange that I like it so much, but I guess it's because of the characters. The characters really make the show what it is. Especially Cass. I can't imagine the show without him.

The first few chapters will just be Sam, Dean, and Cass, but I'm going to add Lucifer soon. There will be Destiel, so I don't want Sam to be a third wheel for too long.

All I have to say about the timeline is that it's after Sam and Dean find the bunker. Castiel is human like he was in season 9, but not because of Metatron. Also, the demon trials never happened, so Sam is healthy and not possessed by Gadreel. It's basically an alternate universe.

It was 9:15 in the morning. Cass had been sleeping peacefully, but a strange noise was making him stir.

A few minutes later, he realized what he was hearing. The noise was accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach. It was the same weird feeling he felt yesterday evening after Sam and Dean found him lying on the road. He was hungry.

Although he wanted to keep sleeping, the rumbling in his stomach wouldn't stop. He remembered Sam and Dean dragging him to some cheap restaurant. He couldn't remember the name, but he remembered seeing golden arches. They let him have a cheeseburger, which made him very happy, but they also insisted on buying him a side salad.

"You wanna keep that body, you're gonna have to treat it right," Dean had said, explaining human weight to him. Apparently, he would have to eat other things besides ground beef now that he was human. He also couldn't eat as many burgers in one sitting as he used to, back when he was still an angel.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Cass forced himself out of bed. No longer feeling the warmth of his new bed, he shivered a little.

Walking out of the bedroom, he tried to remember where the kitchen was. Although he had been to the bunker before, his mind was a blank. He just kept on walking, hoping to find it soon. Maybe he would find Dean or Sam. They would show him the way, certainly.

After walking around in a daze for about a minute or two, he eventually noticed Sam walking toward him.

"Morning, Cass," Sam yawned. "What are you doing up? I thought you were gonna sleep in. You were pretty tired last night."

"I don't know," Cass answered, wishing he was back in bed. He wondered how it was possible to be so tired and hungry at the same time. "I wanted to keep sleeping, but my stomach wouldn't let me."

Right on cue, his stomach growled loudly. "I'm trying to find the kitchen."

"Ah, I can help you with that," Sam said, taking his hand.

"Why are you holding my hand?" Cass asked as they started walking. "I am not a child."

"I know that," Sam replied. "Only reason I'm doing this is because you move like a snail."

"I what?" Cass asked, even more confused.

"You walk really slowly," Sam clarified, rolling his eyes a little. Apparently, Cass did not know every animal in the world.

"Oh," was all Cass could say in response.

Not a minute went by and they were already in the kitchen.

"Morning, Dean," said Sam, trying to see what Dean was cooking on the stove. Although he was a pretty good cook, Dean's cooking was always the best. Of course, he would never admit that to his brother's face. "Look what I found. Someone who actually wants to try your cooking."

Dean turned around, but before he could come up with a clever comeback, he noticed how exhausted Cass looked. There were so many thoughts in his head at the moment, he wasn't sure where to start.

"Okay, first of all, why is Cass awake?" he finally asked. "He's supposed to be asleep."

"Well, he said he's hungry," Sam explained.

"And you think he'd rather have your food?"

"I'm a good cook."

"And I'm not? Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam couldn't help but smile a little. After everything they had been through, it was good that they could still joke around with each other.

"Please don't fight," said Cass, finally speaking up. "I'm sure you're both good cooks. I'll eat whatever you make for me, I promise."

"It's okay, Cass," said Dean. "We're not fighting. We're just joking around. Now park it. Have some breakfast, but then you're going right back to bed, got it?"

"I won't say no to that," Cass agreed, yawning as his stomach continued to growl. As tired as he was, he was not going back to sleep on an empty stomach.

"Well, there's fruit on the table," Dean said. "I'm making scrambled eggs, and there's toast in the toaster. I might share my bacon. Maybe."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Cass asked, hoping he could be useful to Dean.

"Not really, unless you wanna watch the toast."

"Where is the toast?"

Dean turned around, wondering if Cass was really serious. Yep, he looked serious. "Over there," he answered, pointing to the toaster next to him.

"All right, I'll get right on it," Cass said, serious as ever. He walked over to the toaster and began to stare at it intensely.

"Well, I'm going to start eating," Sam said as he walked further into the kitchen. After grabbing some plates from one of the cabinets, he started to make a little fruit salad for himself.

While Dean cooked, Cass continued to have a staring contest with the toaster. Even though it was a very tiny job, he wanted to do whatever he could to help around the house. After all, Dean and Sam were kind enough to let him stay. It was the least he could do to show his thanks.

A couple minutes went by. Dean was just about finished with the eggs when he heard a shriek and a loud thump. He immediately turned around and saw what the commotion was. Cass was no longer watching the toaster. Instead, he was lying on the floor.

"What happened?" Dean asked, quickly rushing over. As he helped Cass into a sitting position, he checked to see if there were any bumps or bruises on the back of his head.

Sam rushed over as well, his mouth full of blueberries and banana slices. It took a moment before he remembered to swallow.

"It jumped!" Cass exclaimed, clearly baffled by what had just happened. "The toast."

"Really?" Dean asked, chuckling to himself. Obviously, he would have to teach Cass about many different things on earth.

"I didn't know food could jump like that."

"Well, you learn something new every day."

After helping Cass get back on his feet, Dean went back to finishing the eggs. Sam took out the four slices of toast and put them on a plate. He helped Cass pick out some fruit, then left to get some jelly and a knife. As he came back, Cass was studying the various fruits on his plate. He just started to spread the jelly on the toast when Dean finally came over with the eggs on a large plate.

Looking at Dean and Sam and all the food on the table, Cass suddenly realized something. He had a home now. Dean and Sam were helping him and taking care of him, just like a family. For some strange reason he couldn't quite understand, even though he missed his wings, he was happy.