Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 9 Breakfast
Christy had called the previous evening, getting their number from the Sheriff. She had hope now, a future that had seemed so dark and forlorn eighteen hours earlier had brightened.
Dean pulled the black impala up in front of the cozy house. Its looks were deceptive. From the outside it looked like nothing more than a small country cottage. Painted in white with light blue shutters around the windows and trim, the front porch held a brightly padded swinging chair and several wicker rockers. The walkway was lined with a rainbow of colorful flowers.
Christy was waiting at the door. "Would you guys like some coffee," she offered.
Dean sighed happily. This little town didn't offer a Starbucks so he had to be content with motel coffee. One cup this morning had him regretting the bitter brew. This then was heaven as he took the pro-offered cup and sipped, it had a familiar flavor that took him a minute to identify. Amaretto, dark roasted beans and full of rich flavor he took another larger sip.
"There's plenty where that came from, Christy laughed, "I've got breakfast ready if you're hungry."
Dean sighed longingly and glanced at Sam who chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, ma'am that would be great," stale bagels and day old glazed donuts had been the fare this morning at the motel. They had both decided to forgo that treat.
"I figured you'd need some nourishment before getting started," she laughed. "The kitchen is through here guys so come on in and make yourself comfortable.
The inside of the house was a surprise. Simply elegant was how Sam would have described it. The house was old, probably built in the thirties, but it was in excellent shape. The entry hallway was done in a dark cherry wood with a simple single bulb crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Stepping fully into the house they saw a matching set of cherry wood stairs circling up to the second floor. The floor was covered in white marble with gold flecks strewn through out. Everywhere else the boys looked they saw bright light and loving care had kept the house in pristine shape. It was beautiful, and very different from what they were used to. Their hotel had bee dingy the restaurant a greasy cafés.
Dean sat gingerly on the gold brocade chair. Everywhere he looked he saw beautiful antique furniture. It was a showroom, and he was uncomfortable. Maybe dingy hotels and greasy cafés weren't so bad after all.
Christy saw his discomfort and smiled broadly. "You can't hurt this place guys, please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy your coffee while I get your breakfast and promptly disappeared out the door. She reappeared a few minutes later bearing a tray laden with food.
Sam woofed in amazement, scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and biscuits were the main fare. The tray also revealed a selection of jam and jellies that made Dean's mouth water. Jumping to their feet they took the over laden tray from her hands and helped her place the mouth watering dishes on the table.
It was Dean who pulled out the chair for Christy. The boys knew their manners, although they had lost their mother at an early age, their dad had instilled them with old world values.
Christy smile glad she had gone through the effort this morning, they looked like they could use the comforting.
Mike had shared his feeling about them with her. She too could see the darkness that hovered around them, but like Mike she knew it was something connected to them, not what they were.
Thirty minutes later, stuffed and satisfied, they chatted amicably as they returned the plates to the kitchen. The bowls were empty, the food devoured by two men with very healthy appetites. Christy only smiled and let them wash the dishes. For a time the darkness seemed to fall away as they bantered like children over who was going to wash and who was going to dry. She didn't want to spoil their fun by pointing out the dishwasher.
