AMG, guys… I'm terribly sorry for not updating. I've had this written down, but just never got around to actually typing this. Next chapter will definitely be up sooner (by tomorrow, actually). Also- if you have good ideas, feel free to share them. I would enjoy the practice of writing anything. Oh, and thanks to all who put this story on alert (six people :D) and favorite (two people)! Okay, without further ado, here's the next chapter. ~~ArLu~~
It was night time and the Winchesters were setting in for the evening. Sam had gone to get a couple of things to eat; Dean had been at Sam's heel until Sam was in the car to bring back pie and to not hurt his baby. Afterward, Dean went inside and started to set up the table with Bobby.
"What's with the fourth plate?" Bobby asked as he watched Dean put it down. "Who's coming over?"
"He's just a guest," Dean said. "It's nothing special."
"Well who is he? Wonderman?" Bobby scoffed.
"He should be here shortly," Dean replied, then turned around at the flutter of wings. "Here he is."
"Hello Dean," Castiel said, giving a brief nod at Dean. "I came as you requested."
"Dean, why is Cas dining with us?" Bobby asked.
"Well, Cas here wants to learn human customs," Dean said. "So I'm teaching him." He turned to the angel. "Remember the clothes we brought? Why don't you go put on a new shirt and pants?"
Castiel looked confused and frowned. "Where do I find the clothes we brought?"
Dean pointed to the bedroom. "There in the closet in the bedroom to the right," he said, then gave the angel a small shove. "Now get to it. You can't see dinner before it's served. It'll ruined your experience."
Castiel still held his confused look but slowly wandered to the bedroom. Sam entered at the moments and watched Castiel head into the bedroom.
"What's happening?" Sam asked, putting three bags of food on the table.
Dean immediately checked through the bags, giving a satisfying chuckle when he found apply pie. "You remembered, finally!"
"'Course I remembered," Sam said. "Why don't you go check on Cas while we set up dinner." He gave Dean a smirk.
"Bitch," Dean muttered half-heartedly, then turned to go to the bedroom.
"Jerk," Dean heard Sam reply back; he swore Sam was smirking. Dean huffed and then went into the bedroom to see Castiel dressed in the light blue button down shirt with the faded jeans; he was currently working on fixing his tie. Dean laughed inwardly before walking over to the angel.
"Cas, the tie goes like this," Dean said, turning the tie around.
"I cannot seem to get the tie right," Castiel frowned.
"You'll learn," Dean said, straightening the tie and then stepped back. "There. Now for the final touch." He led Castiel to the bathroom. "Let's see if we can fix your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?" Castiel questioned.
"It's too…out of place," Dean said and picked up a brush. "Now hold still."
Castiel glared as Dean tried to fix Castiel's hair. In the end it looked a little neater, but still held an upward flip at the front. Afterward, Dean brought Castiel to the table, where the pie was already served on the plates along with beer. Castiel sat to the right of Dean while Sam was to the left of him.
"You do know how to use a fork, right?" Same asked, watching as Castiel stared at the pie.
"I do not know this substance," Castiel said. "What is it?"
"Dude!" Dean said through a mouthful of pie. "It's the best food in the world! It's pie! In this case, apple pie!"
"Pie?" Castiel repeated, then looked at Dean, who was almost done with his slice.
"Here Cas," Sam sighed, picking up Castiel's fork and put it in his hand. "Stick it in the pie and take a bite."
Castiel held the fork hesitantly, then tried different ways to put it in a way to acquire a piece of pie.
Dean watched the angel who was studying the fork and pie like it was some kind of puzzle. "Dude, here," he said, taking the fork and stabbed the pie, then raised it to Castiel. "Bite it."
Castiel frowned but took a bite of the pie. Dean ignored the stare from Bobby and snicker from Sam. "Good?"
"Yes," Castiel said, giving the faintest smile
"Good," Dean replied, giving a slight cough and put the fork on his plate. "Then finish it."
Castiel picked the fork up and finally managed to get another bite; Dean rolled his eyes at how precise the angel was in eating the pie. Afterward, Sam cleared the table while Bobby went back to studying. Dean took Castiel to the living room and they sat on the couch.
"So, how's eating?" Dean asked, looking over at the angel.
"Satisfying," Castiel responded. "How many times to humans eat?"
"Rule book of life says three times a day," Dean said, smirking.
"I do not know if I want to eat three times a day," Castiel said. "Seems too tedious."
"Get used to it," Dean said. "Now, how about some music?"
"If it is necessary," Castiel replied.
"Oh, it is so necessary," Dean laughed and went to the CD player.
Hope y'all liked it ^^; I hope to have another one up tomorrow. Reviews are welcome~