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21. Cooking
"I didn't know you could cook," Ginny commented, watching Dean move around the kitchen of the Burrow as though he had been born in it. With Sam in the Cage with Michael, Lucifer and Adam and Dean having promised him to live a normal life, Ginny thought that Dean might want some time away and had contacted her family. Her mother had been absolutely thrilled at the prospect of meeting her daughter's boyfriend and Dean had agreed to the visit, eager to get as far away from everything as possible for a while.
"Course I can," Dean said. "How else did I keep Sammy alive for all those years?"
He paused, as he always did whenever someone mentioned Sam, and he stirred the soup in the pot far harder than necessary. Ginny sighed and put her arms around him for a moment.
"Here, let me help." She took the knife from Dean and chopped the carrot for him. He just smiled gratefully and began to hunt for herbs for the soup. Later, Ginny would corner him and make him open up but now wasn't the time. Now was the time for him to laugh loudly and entertain everybody and hopefully make a good impression on Ginny's family; he'd already begun to prove himself when he'd easily handed little Hugo Weasley's massive tantrum, saving all of their eardrums.
So later, over dinner, when Mrs Weasley caught their eyes and nodded, Ginny smiled at the relieved grin on Dean's face and linked her fingers with his. The time for talking would come later.