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Chapter 8

Did you wish really, really hard?

Dean Winchester woke up to the smell of bread, chocolate, and warm sugar. He was confused at first, and then worried. He thought he may have died. Again.

He wandered into the kitchen to see Victoria and Cas eating a copious amount of home baked confections. Then he spotted it. A chocolate pecan pie. Whole. He wandered over to it.

"Is this spoken for?" He asked as he was grabbing a fork from the drawer.

"All yours." Victoria said as she took a bite out of a cinnamon roll.

Dean smiled victoriously as he plunged the fork right into the center of the pie. "Oh. My. God. This is the best fudging thing I have ever eaten."

It was at that moment Dean noticed Cas was eating. "Cas, what are you doing? I thought everything tasted like molecules and that was 'unsettling'." Dean's attempt at air quotes almost made him drop his pie. He sat on the stool next to Cas to prevent any accidents.

"You know, it did, and jam is unsettling by the way, but Victoria did a thing and gave me human taste buds and this is remarkable." He said, somewhat excitedly.

Victoria smiled a bit, remembering Ezekiel. Then she continued to eat her cinnamon roll.

"How much have you had there buddy?" Dean asked, his mouth full of pie.

"A lot."

"I think he may have had too much sugar. He's excitable." Victoria looked to Dean.

"Did you bake all this?"

"I did, and I did the dishes, which is what I truly should be commended for. Dishes suck."

Dean nodded in agreement.

"You keep a very well stocked kitchen for hunters."

"It's our mom. It's a complicated situation but let's just say she's making up for lost time."

Sam and Mary wondered into the kitchen, both looked slightly horrified.

"Umm, Dean, put down the pie, it's seven in the morning." Sam was walking toward Dean slowly as if Dean had a weapon.

Dean leaned over the pie and continued to shove forkfuls into his mouth. "Never!"

Sam stopped and looked at Cas. "Cas, what are you doing, you don't eat."

Cas looked at Sam. "I do now Sam, Victoria gave me human taste buds. I do not understand how you do not eat all the time."

Sam looked to Victoria with pleading eyes. "Can you please stop this? They're going to get sick."

Mary was standing near Dean. "Dean sweetie, could you maybe save the rest of the pie for later?"

Dean reluctantly put the remaining half of the pie down on the table. Mary brought over a piece of cling wrap to cover it with. Victoria decided that Dean Winchester had mother issues as well as father issues. She decided to never approach that if she could help it.

She turned to the Angel.

"Castiel?"

He looked to her for a moment. "Yes, Victoria?"

"Sam wants you to stop eating. He's worried you'll get a tummy ache." She couldn't believe she was saying this and this was happening.

Cas nodded in agreement and went to join Dean in the main room.

Victoria looked to Sam. "Is that what you wanted?" She took a drink of her coffee.

"Yes, thank you."

"Hey mom, would you mind taking the coffee to Dean and Cas? I have a feeling they're going to need it."

"Sure honey." Mary took the coffee pot and three mugs out to the main room.

"You bake?"

"I do." She took another drink of her coffee. She couldn't discern why the tall one wanted to talk to her alone. She didn't like that, she liked knowing.

He sat across from her. "What's it feel like, to be chosen for good?"

Oh, she could handle this. "Truth be told Sam, I don't feel much. Of anything. At all."

She knew why he was asking. The memories Castiel had given her showed that Sam had been chosen for evil. He looked disappointed in her answer.

"Do you think that's because of your abilities?"

"My lack of feeling? No, not at all. It's who I am Sam. It's just me. I don't get close to people. I work with people." She drank more of her coffee. She became mildly upset that the coffee pot was in the other room.

"I don't believe that. I think you're covering."

"Why?" He piqued her interest, which was difficult for a human to do.

"I saw how you reacted to the news of Ezekiel. That was his coat, wasn't it?"

She instantly became defensive, but the anger quickly subsided. It was replaced with sadness and a great sense of loss. She forgot she was wearing it over her pajamas. She lightly touched the buttons that ran down the double breasted front.

"It was. Or rather his vessels' I suppose. Regardless, it still smells like him, my Angel. Somehow his essence remains. He left it on my banister the last day I saw him. He taught me how to heal him that day." She couldn't believe she opened up to him like that. He was practically a stranger. She looked at him to gauge his reaction.

Sam had a sad smile. "You loved him?"

"Yes, I suppose I did."

"Were you in love with him?"

This time the anger didn't subside. She looked at Sam intently.

"No, not every meaningful relationship comes down to that. He was an angel, they don't feel those things."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate…"

"It doesn't matter. It's not of consequence." She got up and went to go put on regular clothes. She had to get out of there, she was opening up to them and that was unacceptable.

Sam came into the main room and sat down at the table with the others.

"Buffy can bake." Dean had this look in his eyes that both Sam and Mary were concerned over.

"Dean, stop calling her that, you're going to say it in front of her accidently." Cas looked concerned. "If I am to be her Guardian, we five will be spending a lot of time together, so please, don't call her Buffy."

Victoria changed into regular clothes before slipping her coat back on. She looked at her phone and saw she had a text message. She preferred texting over talking. She didn't like talking on the phone, or otherwise. She sat down on the edge of the bed before reading it.

Your particular services are needed. Oklahoma City Police. ASAP.

She didn't recognize the number but that wasn't uncommon. She figured tracking Lucifer would be over the long haul anyway, so why not take side jobs in between? If she could just convince the Angel to go with her…

Victoria walked into the main room, bag in hand. Everyone was staring at her again, and that made her uncomfortable, for she had done nothing remarkable.

"Thank you very much for letting me stay in your… bunker. I have a job I have to go to in Oklahoma City. Afterwards, I will contact you so we can continue our search for Lucifer. I will continue to monitor any signs."

Dean got up and unfastened his robe. "We'll go with you, won't we Sammy? Just got to get dressed." He walked towards his room.

Sam was much milder, "I mean, we can, if you want. You know, so you won't spoil your coat?" He felt bad he upset her earlier, guilt was always at the forefront of his mind.

Victoria only really wanted Castiel, but she knew she still had to play along, because they were his world. Her eyes must have wandered towards him because Sam said,

"Cas, you'll come too right?"

Cas looked at Mary, "Will you be okay?"

Mary smiled sweetly, "I think I'll be just fine. I think this will be good for you boys."

Victoria thought it was very odd that a millennial old being would be referred to as 'boy'.

"Then, yes." Cas said as he stood up.

Sam went to go get ready and Mary followed.

Castiel walked over to Victoria. "You can trust them, they are good people."

"Okay."