Chapter 7: Breakfast
Dean woke to six wonderfully familear scents. He had grown accustomed to them all from hours every morning spent with Michelle on her porch swing.
No doubt, Alice had come by.
The first was the smell of freshly made cinnamon iced doughnuts. Dean's favorite.
The next three almost made him jump up out of bed. Three different, straight-from-the-oven pies. Apple, lemon meringue, and key lime. She had been working.
The fifth was a thermos of fresh hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon. Cinnamon was Alice's secret ingredient in most desserts.
And the last was a pitcher of warm apple cider (also with a little cinnamon).
He lifted his head up a little and saw Alice, Christian, Joey, and John all looking at him.
John looked worried, "Dean, you've been asleep for sixteen hours. Are you okay?"
"Peachy keen, Dad. My back's killing me, I can't feel my legs, and I'm starving. I'm about to haul my temporarily crippled ass out of this bed and scarf down those pies."
"That's what they're here for," Alice said, "Baked them specially for you."
Dean smiled and sat up, "Where's Sammy?"
"He's over at Trista's house. She asked him to help him with her math. How hard can third grade math be?"
Dean laughed, "Pretty hard when you're in the third grade."
"Right."
"So, Dean?" Joey said, "Have any good dreams?"
Dean shrugged, "One. The rest were really weird. The good one was that Dad gave me a sniper rifle for no reason. The rest all had to do with a swing and a hypodermic needle. I'd really rather not talk about it."
Joey nodded. He knew Dean was lying. He'd been screaming Michelle's name for the past twenty minutes before he woke up. But he wasn't going to push the issue. And Dean knew Joey and everybody else knew he was lying, because they all put their heads down and nodded.
"So, I'm seriously going to eat those pies and I'm not going to share," Dean said.
"Go for it," Christian laughed, "Again, they were for you anyway."
Dean nodded and picked up a fork, digging into the apple pie. Alice shook her head and poured him a mug of hot chocolate. Dean smiled and chugged the entire mug full in less than ten seconds. Christian and Joey looked shocked.
John sighed, "You'd think we've been starving him."
"Dad," Dean said once he'd swallowed the humongous bite he just took, "I've been out for sixteen hours. I'm pretty hungry. And I loves pie."
"Dad?" Sam said, walking throught the door with a short blond girl with green eyes, "I was wondering if Trista could stay here for a while? Her mom's going shopping for a few hours and Trista wanted to keep studying for our test in a few days."
John looked to Dean. Trista was Sam's girlfriend from their math class in the third grade. John just wanted to make sure it wouldn't upset Dean.
"Why are you looking at me?" Dean asked, "You're the dad here, not me. It's totally up to you."
John smiled, "Sure, Sam, but you have to stay in here, okay?"
"Okay, Dad."
Sam sat on Dean's bed with Trista and they both pulled out their math books. Dean finished off the last of the apple pie and Christian laughed.
Joey threw his hands over his head and shouted, "We have a new record, people! Twenty seconds! Dude, you weren't kidding. I wonder what time you'll have all three finished?"
Christian put his arm around Dean's shoulder and started singing, "Dean is the champion, my friends! And he'll keep on fighting, till the end!"
Dean shrugged Christian's arm away, "Dude, too close for comfort. I don't float that way."
"I'm not gay!" Christian said, shocked.
John, Sam, Joey, Alice, Dean, and Trista broke out laughing.
"I didn't mean to call you... wait, okay, so maybe I did. Sorry."
"No, you're not."
"I am."
"Are not."
"I am, seriously. I'm sorry."
"Okay."
"Dude, just so you know," Sam said, "You should let Queen sing that. They do it much better."
Christian jumped up and grabbed Sam in a head lock. He wrestled him to the floor and they started to play fight. Joey and John were chanting Christian's name and everyone else was chanting Sam's. Sam laughed and reversed the move, ending up on top of Christian. Christian rolled Sam off him and Sam started throwing careful kicks and punches. Christian blocked a few, but Sam managed to get in more than his oponent. Christian held up his hands as Sam crouched into a fighting position again.
"I give up, Sammy. You win."
Sam nodded and laughed, "Don't forget it either."
Sam sat back down next to Trista, Christian sat back in his seat next to Joey, and Dean tackled yet another pie. Key lime this time. John and Alice left to go for a walk. For a few hours, everything seemed normal. No collapsing, no sadness virtually, everything was good.
A/N Seriously running out of ideas for this story. Please please PLEASE help me! I will reward reviews somehow. Don't know how, so tell me what you'd like.
