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All credit to Eric Kripke and the writers/producers at the CW
A tan trench coat appeared around the corner, and the Winchesters lowered their guns as Castiel came into view, carrying two shopping bags.
"What the hell Cas?" Dean muttered, stalking back to the patties now blackening on the stove.
"I invited him Dean." Sam admitted, as Dean rolled his eyes and went to fetch the broom from the cupboard. "What? He needs a break." Sam said defensively.
"Yes. A break." Castiel agreed, following the boys into the kitchen. "Sam, your text said 'dinner and a movie' so I brought dinner and - and movies..." Castiel's voice faltered as he surveyed the chaotic kitchen, glancing at the shattered dishes on the floor, his eyes resting briefly on the now burnt patties, before flickering over to the limp salad dotted with blood. He turned at the sound of a steady drip drip drip from Sam's wounded hand, the blood pooling at the hunter's feet.
Castiel looked from one Winchester to the next, lost for words. Unsure as to the correct etiquette for moments like this, Castiel dropped his shopping bags on the bench, before taking Sam by the wrist and healing his hand instantly.
"Thanks Cas." Sam muttered, rubbing his hand for a moment, before digging out some paper towel to mop up his blood with.
Dean stayed where he was, sweeping up the broken dishes.
Castiel moved toward the older Winchester, "Dean, I can-"
"I've got it, alright?" Dean said, keeping the broom out of the angel's reach.
"Uh, okay..." Castiel said awkwardly, dropping his hands to his sides.
"What's in the bag Cas?" Sam asked, throwing Dean a look.
"Oh." Castiel stepped over to his shopping, relieved that Sam was allowing him to contribute. "There's cheeseburgers and fries... and soda. Oh and popcorn, from what I understand, it's a popular accompaniment to films." The angel said, unpacking his bags as he talked. "I got Cars 2, Die Hard, Just Like Heaven, oh and... The Conjuring." Castiel said, showing his movie selection to Sam. "Oh and-"
"PIE!" Dean exclaimed, practically flying across the kitchen to call dibs.
"Dean..." Castiel said quietly, seizing the hunter's wrist before he could lay claim to the pie. The angel's blue eyes widened with concern as he rolled up Dean's flannel sleeve to reveal his now blistered skin.
"It's nothing." Dean said hastily, trying to pull his sleeve back down, failing to hide the flicker of a wince that crossed his face.
Castiel sighed and shook his head, healing Dean without a word.
"Awesome! Thanks." Dean said, his familiar grin back in place as he patted his best friend on the shoulder. Dean turned back to the bench, but the pie was gone...
