I got up to throw away the garbage that was my burger wrapper and assorted used napkins, and took a last sip of my lemonade.
"How long do you think they'll take?" I asked Castiel, who was flipping through a leather bound book that the boys had left behind.
"It depends. Sometimes they are gone for hours, and sometimes they return back almost right away." He said.
"So what should we do in the meantime?" I asked. I did not want to mindlessly waste my day away watching TV.
"What else is there to do?" Castiel asked me, cocking his head to one side.
"What do you usually do when the two of them are hunting? Or do you go with them?" I asked.
"They don't always want me around. I often just stay and wait." He said.
"And do what…?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just stand and wait." He said, as if that was the most obvious answer in the world.
I looked at him, not sure if he was kidding or not. But I doubted he was particularly good at making jokes. That was when the kitchenette caught my eye.
"Hey," I said, an idea popping into my head. "You ever cook?"
"No..." He said cautiously, catching on to where I was headed.
"Okay! Do you want to?" I asked. "I mean, we haven't had proper food for days, and plus, it's kinda fun!"
Grocery shopping usually would take up quite a bit of time, and we probably had time to spare. Castiel said he would come along, and I said I would teach him how to cook. I checked to make sure that there were pots and pans provided in our kitchen and thankfully, there was. I did not want to have to buy stuff we would never use again. Plus, when I would finally leave the boys and my life returned to normal, were they really going to cook? Yeah, I did not think so.
According to the lady at the front desk, the nearest supermarket was a few blocks away so I took my bag and we left the hotel. The supermarket was a big one. I was not sure if Castiel had been grocery shopping before, but he seemed very interested in how I inserted a coin into a shopping cart in order to release it from the rest of the line of carts. I pushed the cart through the automatic doors with Castiel tailing close behind.
Mentally, I tried to come up with some sort of meal that we could cook without too much effort. Salad was easy, and I missed having a bit of green in my life. I wheeled us over to the fruits and veggies section and chose a box of prepackaged salad that provided croutons and dressing. We could also probably cook up pasta of some kind. All we would need is meat sauce and the pasta, and a few other ingredients. I grabbed some tomatoes, garlic, and an onion. I also chose some plums because they would be a nice snack I could munch on.
I walked back to the cart where Castiel was waiting and dropped the things I was carrying. He grabbed hold of the handle, offering to push the cart around while I picked up stuff.
"Okay, let's go to the spaghetti aisle." I said, leading him away. I chose fettuccine and a can of tomato sauce, that promised ten times more flavour than their original blend. In the meat section, I picked up some ground beef so we could add it to the spaghetti. I asked Castiel if he knew what Sam and Dean would like to eat.
"Sam would like the salad. Dean would probably be alright with the meat you got." He said, thinking. "Oh! You can probably pick up some pie. Dean would like that."
The bakery section had lots of pies. I was craving some apple pie myself, so I took that. After I grabbed a six-pack of Coke, we were ready to pay. We headed over to the cash registers and loaded our items onto the conveyor belt. Seeing the magazines next at the register was weird. Several of them talked of one of the Kardashians and their latest romance fiasco. And then one of them claimed a certain celebrity had gained twenty-five pounds in a month. It was ridiculous that this was what people were interested about, especially after I realized the existence of hunters and the things they hunted. It all just seemed so trivial.
It still felt strange pulling out my fake credit card and handing it to the lady at the counter. I signed my made-up signature onto the receipt and we carried the bags back to the hotel.