Hello again dear readers.
I am so very sorry I didn't get this posted last week. My time has been a busy with family and I honestly forgot. If things are calmer this week I will try and post a second chapter. As always thank you for reading, and a huge thank you to everyone that reviews.
Time for Dean to be out of the hospital. But how much longer will the brothers stay in town? Read on to find out.
Dean sat back, and stretched. "That was fantastic." He didn't know which he loved more, being out of the hospital, or that meal he just finished.
"Thank you." Noelle beamed, as she started to clean off the table. "Why don't you two head into the living room, I recorded some of the games from today if you two want to watch them."
"Sounds great." Both said. Sam stood walking around the table and pulled Dean's chair back as he stood. Noelle heard Dean grumble something about not needing help, but Sam ignored him. Once Dean was sitting in the living room Sam came back and helped finishing cleaning off the table.
"How are you doing?"
Taking the dishes from him, Noelle smiled. "I'm fine, honest. I've even cleared my entire week, so I can take care of you two."
"Noelle, I don't want you to go from waiting on others, to waiting on us." Sam said, shaking his head. "I told you, we'll stay at Dorothy's, or the motel, or…"
"Or right here. You've been sleeping on the couch anyway. Even though I have two perfectly good spare beds. Besides this way you can watch over me and Dean all at one time." Noelle patted Sam's arm. "Just except, that you have no say in this, and go with it."
Sam smiled. "Fine. That will give me time to change all your locks, and work on that alarm system. Plus, the back door is lose."
"You're supposed to be a guest." Noelle argued. "You're not supposed to…"
Sam put his finger to Noelle's mouth, and smiled brighter. "Just except, that you have no say in this, and go with it."
Noelle rolled her eyes, but nodded. When they finally left the kitchen, and walked into the living room, Dean was stretched out, on one of the couches, watching football.
"This, is by far, the most comfortable couch, I have ever sat on." Dean said.
"Why do you think I bought two?" Noelle smiled. "Now Doc said no alcohol for you, while you're on your meds." Noelle handed Dean a bottle. "But, in his spare time, he makes the most fantastic homemade root beer."
"Can't drive, no booze." Dean grumbled, sitting up slightly and taking the bottle. "Remind me, why I bothered to wake up."
"You were jealous of me getting to eat Noelle's cooking." Sam said, sitting down on the other couch. Noelle sat down next to him, handing him a bottle.
Dean thought a minute, before nodding. "Good enough excuse for me." He took a drink, and shrugged. "Not bad, not beer but not bad."
The rest of the night, they spent watching football. It was almost midnight, when Noelle saw Dean drifting off.
"I think someone needs to go to bed." Noelle, nodded toward Dean.
"Just point me in the right direction." Dean said as he slowly sat up.
Noelle and Sam stood and got on each side of Dean. He swayed slightly before leaning on Noelle. "Come on the guest room is just down the hall."
"And where is your room?" Dean asked.
"Upstairs." Noelle answered. "I don't think I need to worry about you sneaking in."
Dean leaned on her slightly, his face close to hers. "I'm not the brother you need to worry about." He gave her a wicked grin, as she helped him down the hall. Sam ignored him as he helped Dean into the bedroom. Dean looked around and smiled. "Nice room. Very homey." Once Dean was on the bed, he was instantly asleep.
Walking out of the room, Sam pulled the door closed. "You go on to bed. I'll lock up."
Noelle nodded. "There's towels in the cabinet, in the bathroom, if either of you want to take a shower.
"Thanks. Dean will want to in the morning,
"Yeah." Noelle looked, everywhere but at Sam. "Well uhm, Good night."
"Good night Noelle."
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"Come on Sam I can help." Dean whined.
"You're supposed to be resting." Sam pointed out. "Doing a bunch of work, is not resting. You don't want to end up back in the hospital, do you?"
"All you're doing is changing some locks. I think I can handle turning a screwdriver." Dean grumbled, crossing his arms. "If I just sit around for a week, I'll go crazy."
"Noelle has a pretty good book selection." Sam turned his back to his brother, to hide a smile.
"Just remember, when I get bored, I also get mischievous. And my favorite pass-time, is pestering my little brother."
"Duly noted." Sam said, as he went to work on the front door. He had bought a much higher end lock. Now, the only people that should be able to break in, would be him or Dean.
"Dean, I could use some help." Noelle said, coming down the stairs. "I was thinking of putting a stew on for dinner, and there will be a lot of cutting, and pealing. I would love the help."
"I don't know, you have to ask my warden, if I can or not."
"As long as he's sitting down, it should be fine." Sam said, to Noelle.
Noelle giggled, from the look Dean was now giving Sam. Sam seemed not to notice, as he continued with his work. Taking Dean's hand, Noelle pulled him into the kitchen.
"You heard him, sit." Noelle pulled out a bar stool. She was a little surprised, when Dean sat without argument. Noelle started placing vegetables onto the counter, in front of Dean. "So, how are you with a knife?"
"Sweetheart, I can do wanders with knives." Dean picked one up, and shook his head. "Not with these though. Where's your stone?" Dean could tell, she had no idea what he was asking for. "Sharpening stone, for your knives. Sam!"
"What!"
"Grab the sharpening stones, from the car."
"Give me a second."
"One."
Noelle laughed, but saw Sam was no longer at the front door. He was soon walking back in, carrying a box. "What's wrong?" Dean flipped the knife, and held it out to Sam. Taking it Sam tested the knife, and shook his head. "Well, I guess we finally found you something to do. I brought in your knife too."
"Thanks." Dean moved the knives, and box to the side, pulling out a rather large knife.
"Will there be anything left, when you get finished?" Noelle asked, looking at the knife wide eyed.
"Trust me."
The kitchen was soon full of cutting, and laughing, as Dean told Noelle stories of Sam as a youth. Sam would occasionally pass through, and glare at his brother. Which, would make Noelle laugh even more. Once the stew was in the crockpot, Dean decided that he was going to test the couch again. Noelle watched him slowly make his way to the living room, and lay down on the couch. Grabbing a glass, Noelle filled it with tea, and headed outside, to where Sam was now fixing her back fence.
"You, need a break." Noelle held out the glass. "By the way, Dean's testing the couch again."
Sam smiled. "Good." Taking the glass, he drank half of it, before handing it back to her.
"So I was, uhm thinking…" Noelle started, she'd practiced all night long, now face to face with him, she found, she couldn't remember any of the words. "You know next week is…" Sighing, Noelle faced Sam, and blurted out. "Next Thursday is Thanksgiving, and I would really love to fix dinner, for you and Dean." She spoke so fast, she was afraid, Sam hadn't understood her.
"I'll have to talk to Dean. He only promised to stay one week."
"Yeah I know. But, one more week, might be good for him. I know Doc would be happier. And before you ask, no Doc isn't the only one that would be happy with you staying." Noelle blushed, stumbling back slightly. "You both, I mean."
There was one of those smiles Noelle had started aching for. "I think I can talk Dean into one more week. As long as you promise him pie."
"Any flavor he wants, as many as he wants." Noelle really didn't care how desperate she sounded, just as long as Sam didn't leave to soon.