Okayy so I'm updating again! I'm a weee bit disappointed with the lack of reviews on ch. 51, but I don't wanna get pushy….*puppy face*. Review *sniffle*. Please? This one is pretty long so….love me? It's a lot less chick-flick and a lot more season one-ish humor. I missed that *sigh*
Love and Rockets (they go boom) –Han Also- Ry, I fully plan on getting back on the main plot track, but everything I'm doing has a purpose. And would ya quit with the ruining of my mojo?
"You should sleep," Dean said and Bobby grunted his agreement.
"No."
Dean smirked. He knew he would get that answer but felt he had to try anyway. He finished off his own coffee and looked at her. "Then will you make breakfast?"
She sighed and stood, lazily walking to the fridge and then the stove, starting all of the regular breakfast items as well as a pie crust.
"You're making me pie?" Dean asked in awe.
"Not you, I'm craving it. You'll all be lucky if you get crust," she said, preheating the oven and starting bacon.
"B-but…you…I want pie," Dean whimpered.
"Relax, you'll get some," she said, easing his mind. She cooked for an hour, give or take, and made up five plates. The apple pie was cooling on top of the stove. As if she meant for it to happen that way, Cas and Sam ascended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Sam's face was hesitant and ashamed. His broad shoulders were slumped inwards and his tall frame seemed diminished. Cas walked in unaffected and sat in chair with his hands folded in his lap. Kat looked away from the plates and smile warmly at Sam.
He thought she looked like a mother, only younger and more beautiful. He was crushed with guilt and shame, and couldn't look his brother in the eye. He was afraid he would be hated. He was afraid that Kat and Bobby would turn their backs on him and wouldn't be able to stand being around him. He was afraid his brother would go back to the way things were before Kat, tense and silent. But one smile from her, put him at ease.
Her hair was out and long and fell around her pale face. She turned all the way to see him and held out a plate, still smiling kindly.
"Have breakfast, you've got to be starving," she said, setting down the other plates for Dean and Bobby. Sam sat down and watched as she brought a final two plates. She set hers in front of herself and put the other in front of Cas. He stared at her oddly, but she wasn't looking at him anymore, just looking into her plate as she picked at her bacon. The angel hesitantly picked up a fork and stabbed at the scrambled eggs. Kat smiled to herself as Castiel popped them into his mouth and chewed.
He looked up and stared at Kat. "These are very good," he said, looking at his fork like it held the answers to all the worlds questions.
"She is an amazing cook," Sam said, smiling at Kat. Dean exhaled, glad that he seemed to be okay and nodded his agreement.
"I see why people eat so much on Earth," Cas said in wonder as he ate more.
"Should we be offended?" Kat asked Dean, smiling cheekily.
"I don't know, maybe we should," he said, playing along.
"I did not mean to offend you," Cas rushed to say, his blue eyes wide and anxious. Kat giggled to herself and patted his back.
"We were just teasing, calm down," she soothed gently. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam chuckled as the angel's face relaxed and his cheeks flushed gently. Bobby just shook his head and kept eating. "Do we have a plan for the next few days or are we goin' back on the road tomorrow?"
"I do not have anymore leads for you," Cas said around a piece of bacon. "What is this?"
"Bacon."
"I enjoy bacon."
"We'll head out tomorrow, Sammy can probably find us some hunt…right Sam?" Dean asked, looking at his brother. Sam looked up and smiled.
"Yea sure, I'll start researching after breakfast," he said smiling.
"Oh no you don't. You are going to take a shower and then you are going to sleep. I'll find a hunt," Kat said glaring at him.
"But-"
"Did you get any sleep? At all?" She cut him off.
"No…" he sighed.
"You are sleeping. And so is Dean. Don't give me that look Batman, you're dead on your feet and if you don't take a nap you won't get any pie," she threatened.
"There's pie?" Cas asked, looking at the stove with wonder in his eyes.
"I'll save you a piece hun, don't worry," she said smiling.
"Kat, you haven't slept either. You drove the whole night to get here," Dean reminded her.
"But I am not tired," she said, with absolute sincerity. Cas looked at her and tilted his head.
"I think she's telling the truth," he said slowly. "But I thought that humans needed to sleep?"
"We do. I just can't right now," she said shrugging. She looked at Dean and saw the purple streaks beneath his eyes and knew he was exhausted. "But you need to sleep," she said sternly.
"Yes mom," he said sarcastically.
"She isn't your mother," Cas corrected, his face confused as to how Dean could have made that mistake.
"He knows Cas. He was tryin' to be cute," Kat said smiling.
"I do not think Dean is cute," he said seriously. Bobby laughed loudly and shook his head as Dean looked offended.
"I think I'm adorable," he said, frowning.
"It's just you, Dean," Bobby said grabbing more bacon. Kat smiled and sipped at her coffee more.
"What is that?" Cas asked, looking at the coffee.
"I don't think you'd like it. It's an acquired taste," she said.
"But how can I acquire it if I never have it?" He asked logically. She sighed poured him a small cup. She passed it to him and he took it in his hands. She thought, that if she stopped looking at his wings, and the silver light behind his eyes, that a cup of coffee fit perfectly with his suit and trench coat. He brought the mug to his lips and took a sip.
He coughed and scrunched up his face. He opened his wide blue eyes and looked at Kat. "How can you drink that?"
"It keeps us humans awake," she said smiling. He nodded skeptically and went back to eating. Dean finished his coffee and leaned back in his chair.
"Sleep. Now," she said, standing up to clear his plate. He sighed and nodded slowly. Sam laughed mockingly at him and finished his plate. "You too Prettyboy, go get some sleep," she ordered. Dean laughed at him then, as the both of them stood and headed for bed.
"I should be going," Cas said standing slowly.
"Drop by later tonight for pie, okay?" She asked, as she moved to the dishes.
"Of course," he said his face passive. She heard the flutter of wings and knew that he had gone.
"He's one weird angel," she said.
"I can agree with you there," Bobby said gruffly. She stood from the table and came back with Sam's laptop, opening it and heading straight or her favorite search sites. Bobby watched her with almost sad eyes as she became consumed in her work. He knew she should sleep. He knew she pushed herself too hard. She hardly ate anything, she fought too hard and sacrificed herself too often, she isolated herself from other people, and she hid anything she thought could harm someone else. He wondered if she ever thought of herself. She spent so much damn time worrying about other people. If he hadn't known her so long, he would have been afraid she would drop.
But she could never let that happen. He knew that the thing that she hated the most, was showing weakness. He wished he could convince her that it was alright to break down. She never got the chance to be a real kid, never got the chance to cry when she scraped her knee or when she didn't get the toy she wanted. He wanted her to be the child she deserved to be. Bobby thought that Dean brought that out in her sometimes. He could see it in the way she said things around him and how the tough exterior around her would melt away. He knew she was strong. Stronger than any of them. But he also knew she was fragile. He hoped that Dean would tread lightly, just liked he hoped that he would protect her.
Whether she liked it or not, he thought she needed the Winchesters. They were bringing out the best in his daughter, and yes she was his daughter. He saw her smile more than he had in the whole time he had known her and she had found a way to sleep through the whole night. She was giving then the hope they needed to carry on. She was acting the mother to Sam and the friend to Dean. Well, he didn't think that what she and Dean had could be labeled anything. But as far as he knew, he was okay with it.
He watched her scrub at her eyes and yawn loudly. She blinked and smiled at Bobby, who just shook his head deftly.
"You should sleep," he said quietly.
"But-"
"Just a nap or something," he pleaded. He saw the exact moment she caved. Her eyes went from pleading to exhausted and her shoulders drooped. She smiled and stood, patting him on the back as she walked past him.
She walked into Dean's room, and paused only long enough to kick off her boots and slide under the covers. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. "I thought you weren't tired?"
"Bobby's making me take a cat nap," she said snuggling into a pillow as her back rested against Dean.
"Haha, a Kat nap. Get it?" He joked tiredly.
"Yea…I get it Dean," she said closing her eyes. She felt him nuzzle into her neck and fell asleep to the pattern on his breathing.
Dean hated admitting that he couldn't even take a nap with out her there. As soon as she walked in the room he felt relief roll off of him. And then he was asleep and comfortable against her. When he woke again, his arms were empty and the sky was dark again. He was afraid his sleep schedule would get thrown off. Then he decided he really didn't give a fuck. He got up slowly and stretched his tightly coiled muscles. He felt his bones pop into place and sighed happily. He had slept heavily, feeling well rested when he rose.
He grabbed his clothes and went to shower, enjoying the pounding hot water on the tan planes of his back. When he stepped out, the room was hot and full of steams and droplets of water ran down his abs and into the towel he wrapped around his waist. He was about to dress, when he heard a hesitant knock on the door.
"Dean?" the soft voice asked. He opened the door and looked confused at Kat before him. "Um, you've been in there for like an hour. And…um, dinner's ready," she said, not meeting his eyes. They were instead, locked on the space above his head. He chuckled at her embarrassment and gave a sexy smirk.
"You can look you know…you know you want to," he teased. A light shade of pink bloomed across her cheeks as her eyes flitted to his chest. He watched her swallow heavily and pivot on her foot.
"Just hurry down…your food will get cold," she whispered. He watched her go, not sure if he was happy he had gotten to her or not. He knew, of course, that he was good looking. And he knew that he was fit, as a hunter, he had to be. He also knew that women liked him. But for some reason in the back of his mind, Kat had not fallen under that category. It gave him a certain sense of pride that she approved of his body. And it gave him a certain sense of shame that he made her feel uncomfortable.
He dressed quickly and went down the stairs to the kitchen. When Kat met his eyes, she blushed again and looked away quickly. Bobby glared at him when he noticed and Dean just smiled innocently. Kat handed him a plate and he sat down across from her. Sam was already stuffing his face with her lasagna and chatting with her about the next hunt she had found.
"It looks like a small time salt and burn, nothing huge, just to keep us occupied," she said smiling.
"Who do you think it is?" Sam asked, reviewing her notes.
"It's this church where a deacon died during his service. His ghost has been disrupting services since. It wasn't that bad before, just candles and crosses being thrown around. But then last week, he killed," she said, professionally. Sam was nodding, but stopped suddenly and sucked in a breath.
"Cas! Don't do that!"
"We should get you a bell, man," Dean said, stuffing his face. Cas looked at him, confused, and looked at Kat. She looked up and smiled at him warmly. She got up from her seat and went to the oven. She pulled out the pie and cut off a piece. She put it on a plate and passed it to the angel.
"Here you go," she said softly. He took it carefully and inspected it slowly.
"And this is what Dean likes so much?" He asked carefully.
"Yes, Cas. It's very good," she said patiently. He sat down and stared at the plate. She nudged him gently and he took a bite.
"I see why Dean likes pie," he whispered. Kat giggled while Dean and Sam chuckled to themselves.
"I'm surrounded by idjits," Bobby said to himself.
