It was almost evening when Sam decided to check his phone and was shocked to see the text from Dean. He told Gabe about it, Gabe in turn told Dean to e-mail Sam with any problems and Gabe would show him some short cuts to the mansion that was the Novak home. Sam was grateful for Gabe's help and he kissed his man and thanked him by shoving his tongue down his throat and making him moan. Gabe had to literally hold on to the back of the chair and make sure he would not fall from the intensity of the kiss. Damn that Sam had a way of making his toes curl and his brain scramble.
Sam relayed the message and told Dean to let them know when he got the job he was aiming for. Gabe and Sam high fived each other and hoped that Dean's plan would work and that he would not be caught. Gabe had a plan. He called his best friend from college and convinced him to do him a huge favor, Sam had to do the same thing. Once they got their friends to agree, they then got together at the offices of Gabe's friend. Gabe's friend was the infamous AM morning news woman Ms. Ruby Wesson. She was the one the rich went to, to get their side of the story out there. She and Gabe had gone to college together and she would do anything for Gabe. She loved him and it was because of Gabe, that she had married the love of her life, Jared Ackles.
Sam's friend was also game to their plan. He had known Sam and Dean all their life and he wanted to help catch the assholes who blew up Dean's restaurant. His name was Adam Smith. They would make Adam out to be the Dean Winchester and his picture would be all over the news to show how this poor man had lost his restaurant, and how he was working his ass off now as a chef at a no-name restaurant. This news would only be spread in the area where the Novak's lived. They had to make sure Dean was safe and he would not be suspected of any thing. Ruby would make sure of that. She had the power to do it, and not to mention her husband's money.
Dean on the other hand, had landed in Houston and was now being driven to the Novak residence. Cass and Uriel were in a limo, and Dean was driven to his new place of employment in another car. He would have to go and cook his ass off, and then he would know if he was hired or not. Dean had planned out the menu in his mind, he knew what his specialities were and he was going to serve them that. He hoped they did not hand him some task or dish and expect him to make it. He was hoping he got to pick the dish he gets to serve. And besides, the dish he wanted to make was what Cass had eaten the first time they had met and he had told Dean he liked it a number of times. So this was going to be Dean's way of showing some love to Cass, without ever touching him. But that wouldn't be for long. He was going to find a way to be with Cass if that was the last thing he did.
He was going to show Cass he was not alone. Dean was here for Cass, not some damn job or some fucking ass kissing of the Novak's. Dean was shown to the kitchen directly. He was met by a woman who said her name was Stella, and she was the head of everyone who worked there. Dean being a chef, would not work under her, but he would be able to learn the rules and regulations of this house. Stella was there to guide him in any way she could. That included hiring and firing any kitchen help, or maybe even getting Dean to create shifts for his staff. He made it perfectly clear to Stella, that in no circumstances, would he allow another chef to do his job. He would be the only chef in the kitchen and everyone else would work under him. Stella had no problems and she would make sure these rules would follow in the new contract which he would sign, if he got hired. Dean had some other kinks he needed, a special kind of wine, some music that he always cooks to, the kind of Sous Chef he expected to be working with him. He also made it clear no dish is to be served until he gets to taste it and he approves it. If dinner is late, too fucking bad. His reputation is on the line and that is more important than anything else.
Dean had a few other ideas, like the time he prefer to serve breakfast, lunch and dinner. What kind of snacks he would keep around the kitchen, what was the protocol for requests for any meal and of course if there was a dinner party, he would need to hire chefs to help him. But they would be all working under his orders. He would be the sole responsible party of the kitchen he runs. No ifs, ands, or buts! Dean was a chef, a damn good one, and he deserved to be treated that way. When Stella informed him she would put this all in the contract after his hiring, Dean insisted it be done before, he was confident he would get the job, and he did not want to waste any time.
Even thought the pay grade for someone in Dean's position is maxed at $85,000; Dean was demanding a full $130,00 a year. He knew these bastards could afford it, and he wanted some kind of compensation for his restaurant. Insurance money be damned. These people blew it up, so it's only fair they pay up. Dean had a feeling the pay would be a problem, but then again, these people needed a chef and he needed to be there, so it may just work out. So as the day progressed, and Stella left to contact the family lawyer to write up the demands in the contract, Dean walked around the kitchen, he opened drawers, he opened the pantry and was in awe of the size of it. He opened the fridges there. He counted at least 3 huge fridges and 2 freezers. The first thought in Dean's mind was getting rid of all the food. Dean wanted only his cooking there. No one else's food was allowed as long as he had something to say about it.
Dean was almost done with the snooping, and he had made some notes of changing some of the things he did not like. He was particular about how he liked his kitchen. Just as Dean finished the last of his notes, he looked up and saw Cass standing there with a young lady. Cass came forward to Dean and introduced Dean to his sister. Cass said "Dean, this is Anna, my sister. She knows about us. I told her everything. I hope you are ok with that."
Anna, the youngest of the Novak's. She was a complete opposite of her brothers. Gabe and Uriel were blonde with green eyes, She had fire red hair with blue eyes. Her eyes matched Cass's. She is the friendliest one of the bunch. That is what was told to Dean by Stella. Dean was happy to know that Cass had someone who he could rely on. But he still hoped that Cass would seek his comfort before anyone else's. A little jealousy hit Dean. He loved Cass, and sharing him would prove to be a little awkward and a little bit strenuous. He needed to learn to allow Cass to have Anna as a confidant. It would be safer for Cass. Just in case they ever needed to meet with the help of someone else. Anna would come handy. Dean hated his thinking ways, but he was worried about Cass.
"I am fine with it, Cass. As long as you are. You matter to me, Cass. As long as you are happy, I am happy." Dean smiled at Cass and Cass beemed at Dean.
"Would you two just hug it out, before someone comes in." Anna said with a whisper and a whine, all the time smiling.
Cass went to Dean and hugged him and told him "I love you" in his ear. Dean closed his eyes and held Cass to him by holding his waist and said "I love you too". Dean took the time to inhale the scent of Cass. He didn't realize how much he missed him. Cass was doing the same to Dean, inhaling his smell. Cass would need it if he is to pretend to go straight in front of his family. Anna came and told them to split up, she had heard footsteps. Cass and Dean separated and Uriel came in with an older looking woman, she had dark hair and blue eyes, just like Cass. She was beautiful. She had to be Cass's mother. She was introduced to Dean by Uriel and Dean offered her his hand and introduced himself.
"Hello, I am John Campbell. I am the new chef here...er...or I should say, I may be the new chef here. Although I have never had a complaint, as far as my cooking goes. I am sure you will feel the same way."
"Well, I am sure you will work out just fine. I have heard you just happen to be in the vicinity when my son here was looking for a new chef. Please call me Ms. Novak. As long as you follow the rules of this house, we will get along just fine."
"Thank you Ms. Novak. I am sure we will get along just fine. I have no complaints as of yet. Now, if I may, I would like to get to work on my dinner plans for tonight, but first I need to go shopping for some supplies and some wine. I am very particular about which wine I serve with my food."
"Well, I am already impressed. No chef working here as ever asked or told me about which wine to serve with dinner. All I can say is, you won't have to go far, we have a wine cellar downstairs, it houses some of the best and finest wines, please feel free to browse them. And you are welcome to serve which ever one you like. We have a special area for wines to be served at parties, so please make sure you keep that in mind when choosing."
Dean smiled his most stunning smile at her, a smile that has been known to melt quite a few hearts, and watched as she left. Uriel came to stand where his mom had stood before, and he started to speak to Dean in a much more intimidating manner.
"John, you need to make sure you get approval to all your meals. We only eat certain foods, and it will not be served unless it is approved well in advance. I am sure Stella must have told you that." Uriel handed Dean a piece of paper that had their meal for tonight all laid out, including which wine to serve.
"Thank you Mr. Novak. But Ms. Novak just now gave me permission to cook and serve the kind of food as I please. No offense to you, but I am very much capable of deciding the menu. If you wish to have a certain type of meal for health reasons, please let me know. I will gladly incorporate it all into my meals. I like to cook my meals according to my moods. And when I cook at my own accord, I tend to be the best at what I am...a, executive chef.
Uriel was pissed off as hell. No one and he thought no one had the nerve to talk to him in that. He commanded respect, and this little mosquito had no right to talk to him or even dare to answer him back. He job was to shut the fuck up and do as he was told. When the fuck did the help start to have brains, let alone use them? He was about to loose his cool when his sister, Anna, came unto him and tried to divert his mind from Dean...aka...John. She is going to have to remember to call him John. But the fact that Uriel was almost about to pop his eyes out of his eyes, Anna knew she would have to tread carefully to make him see things the new chef's way. She went to Uriel and spoke in a low voice, barely anyone else around would be able to hear it.
"Uriel, listen, I think we should give him this one time to prove himself. If he fails or if he screws up, then you can have the pleasure of throwing him out of the house. Till then, we are in a bad need of a chef, so please Uriel, let it go and lets see how he cooks." Uriel looked at Anna and lost his anger. His sister was the only one who was able to calm him down. He loved his sister, she was almost like a daughter to him. Either way, he always gave in and did everything she asked. He simply smiled at her and put his arms around his little sister and kissed the top of her head. He then guided her towards the door and motioned Cass to come with them. Cass smiled at Dean and left. He was behind Uriel and so he was able to turn around and blow a kiss towards Dean. Dean grabbed the kiss and put it to his lips and kissed back. After they left, Dean did a small spin. The whole idea of Cass having hugged him and blow him a kiss was more then he could have asked for from Cass in this house that doubled as a dungeon. At least that was the case for Cass and Gabe.
That night he cooked a full Italian dinner. He then went to the wine cellar and picked up the wine he thought would go best with the food he has cooked. He was quite impressed with the wine selection. He could spend a whole month in the cellar picking out the wine to go with his dinners and dinner parties. He would have really enjoyed working here. Dean smirked as he thought of the prospect of working here and all the benefits he would be offered. He and Sam would be living a much better life than now. As soon as he thought of it, he deleted the thought from his mind. He realized he was here for Cass only. He was seduced by the work and the wine collection, but in the end, he only wanted to be with Cass and go back to his old life. It may not have been the best life, but it was his and Sam's life and they now had Cass and Gabe in it. He was content in it. Back to work, he had to finish the preparations for the dinner and then make sure everyone knew what his menu consisted of.
Dean served the family his dinner...
It started off with Balsamic grilled Vegetables, with beans drizzled in olive oil and eggplant caponata. The main dish consisted of Sicilian style swordfish, with penne pasta in a light vinaigrette made with fresh mint and tomatoes. For dessert, Dean/John served a healthy icy lowfat pineapple and coconut sorbet. And of course for the wine, Dean picked a 2008 Egon Muller Scharzhofherger Spatless Riesling, which sells for $115 a bottle. Dean stood to the side and watched as his dish was served to the family. He kept a close eye on Cass. He wanted to make sure Cass ate. He had a feeling Cass would not eat properly if he was not around to feed him. The elder Mr. Novak was nowhere to be seen, but the rest of the gang was here. He didn't know if being quite was part of the etiquette of being rich, or this family really had nothing to say to each other. Either way, he himself, kept quite and waited to see if got the job. Who was he kidding, He nailed it. He knew he was good at cooking...he was the best. And for him to not get the job was out of the question. Dean looked at the family and saw they were all so involved in eating, no one looked up, so he took a chance to look at Cass and lock eyes with him. Dean mouthed 'love you' to him and smiled at him. It made Cass blush, which he hid behind his wine glass.