Dean wasn't coming back to the kitchen and the pot was bubbling over.
Johnny glanced nervously towards the doorway leading to his mom's room and then back at the pot, the cover was starting to be pushed off from the bubbles and he was sure that that wasn't supposed to be happening.
Looking towards the door once more Johnny slowly went to the stove, grabbing the wooden spoon almost in defense. He had seen Dean do this, he knew what to do. Slowly he placed it into the pot and stirred, sighing in relief as the bubbles started to fall back into the stew. He turned the fire off and glanced into the pot, relaxing at the smell coming from it.
It did smell really yummy, Dean had called it stew, and Johnny kept stirring at it, seeing the bits and pieces of vegetables and meat Dean had put into it.
Bread. The bread was also in the oven, Johnny quickly moved opening the oven and staring at it uncertainly. He glanced towards moms room once more but once again, there was no one coming. He reached out and grabbed the pan, barely keeping himself from shouting as he let go and stepped back.
The pan had burned his hand and he gripped at it, hissing slightly as he watched his skin redden and tighten.
He looked up towards the room once more, not sure of what to do. Getting hurt meant that he needed to treat it, that's what the first aid book he had read said. But he wasn't sure what to classify this, there was no blood and already the pain was starting to lessen.
He was about to go to the sink to wash his hand at least when he stopped, watching a small golden light appear around his hand, pulsating once and then disappearing, his hand completely fine.
Johnny let out a small sigh, turning his hand over to look at it, uncertain of how to feel about what had happened.
He was a nephilim, half human and half angel, archangel to be precise. He already knew how he felt about his so called father, Lucifer, and wished nothing more than his most painful death.
And then there was the human side of him from his mother, Sam. He felt more human than angel at times, feeling everything so sharply that sometimes he couldn't breathe. He wasn't sure if that was a part of being human or just who he was.
He wanted to talk to his mom about this, he wanted to talk to her about who he was and how to deal with it and everything else.
He felt torn, there was no other way to put it. Torn towards the pull towards heaven that he knew was the angels trying to manipulate him, that was something that his mom had told him when she had been pregnant with him. And at the same time he could feel the desire to stay on earth, stay with the humans and Dean and mom.
And then there was that third part of him, a part he was firmly ignoring and was pushing down as far as he could.
A third part that he felt was dragging him down, towards hell, towards the demons, towards everything underground.
He wasn't quite sure where that part came from, maybe it was because of Lucifer being the devil and ruling hell, maybe something else. He wasn't sure and ultimately he didn't care.
He knew where he belonged and it was right here, at home with his mom and his uncle, finally a family with the three of them.
He moved carefully, pouring everything into three bowls, making sure that not a single drop fell to the counter. He looked it over and nodded, smiling a bit that he managed to do this.
Right now it is the best and the only thing he could do. He didn't know how to help mom like Dean knew but at the very least, he could bring food to her room and they could eat together as a family.
The word warmed his chest and his smile widened. Carefully picking everything up on the tray, it was a bit heavy with the food and everything else weighing down on it, but he could carry it. He could carry anything for his family.
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