I'm just so amazed at how fast this is going. Two days ago I had a one-shot, and now I'm adding a fourth chapter! O.O I don't know how long this giant amount of ideas is going to last, but I'm just enjoying it while it's happening.
I'm so glad it's summer and I have the time to do this.
Dean sighed in defeat as he pushed the partially filled cart down the baking aisle. His mother stood near him, looking at the various chocolate chip brands.
"Dean, what'd think? Should I try making them with milk chocolate instead of semi-sweet?"
"I have no idea," said Dean. He began to drum his thumb against the cart. His beat contrasted with the bad radio music playing over the speakers around them.
She examined the bags again before grabbing two of each kind.
"I just guess we'll have more cookies than," she said, looking at him and smiling.
Dean grinned at the amount of chocolate in front of him.
"I'm okay with that," he said.
The woman laughed softly in response to that.
"Alright, well I have to go get the milk," she said. She looked at Dean more intently. "Will you go grab the fruits and vegetables and I will meet you over there?"
Dean fake groaned, but then nodded.
"Sure mom, do you want to take the cart?" he asked.
"No, you take it, I think I can manage."
"Alright," he said, starting to push it towards the aisle end.
Dean's mother walked away but then quickly turned before Dean had gone too far. She placed her purse in the front of the cart.
"Watch this, will you?" she asked.
Dean looked at the purse, no longer moving the cart. "Sure Mom." He stared at the purse, his eyes crossing with concentration.
She laughed. "Stop horsing around Dean," she told him.
Dean smiled and started to push the cart towards the garden fresh section. Once there he began to inspect the different apples.
"You making pie?" came a familiar low voice.
"Castiel," Dean said, turning around to see shining blue-eyes looking back at him. Castiel's hair looked messier than ever.
"Hi Dean," said Castiel smiling.
Dean realized he was grinning far too wide and coughed a little, adjusting himself and putting the apples down.
"Um, I mean. I'm just looking. Fruits and veggies aren't really my area. I'm not a big fan...except pie. Everything is better as pie." Castiel let out a soft laugh. "Um, what are you doing here?" Dean asked, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
"I'm shopping," said Castiel. "My brother and I are shopping," he added.
"You have a brother?" asked Dean, surprised.
"Yes. Michael."
Dean nodded. Not really knowing what to say next.
"Cool," he came up with.
"What about you?" asked Castiel, he came closer to Dean so that other shoppers could pass by them. He re-gripped his basket.
"Oh, I'm just shopping," said Dean, leaning against the cart.
"With your mom?" asked Castiel.
"Ya, how'd you know?" Asked Dean, his eyebrows furrowed. Castiel motioned to the purse in the front of the cart. Dean blushed slightly. "Right. Ya, she's getting milk," answered Dean.
"Are you baking something?" asked Castiel. He moved even closer, and Dean felt like he couldn't tear away from this boy's gaze.
"My mom is," said Dean. "She bakes cookies for the community meal that happens once a month. She makes really good cookies."
"That's very nice of her to do."
Dean picked up another apple.
"So where is your brother?" Dean asked.
Castiel sighed, finally turning his gaze away and looking towards the entrance and then back at Dean.
"He sent me in with cash. He's waiting in the car," he told Dean.
Dean smirked. "The big brother making you do all the work?"
Castiel shrugged. "I don't mind."
"Of course you don't," said Dean, not meaning to add that bit out loud.
"Dean, honey, who's this?" came the cheery voice of his mother, making both boys look away from each other.
"Oh, Mom, um, this is Castiel," said Dean, standing up straighter. Castiel moved a little bit away.
"Castiel...?" Dean's mother asked, her question pointed towards the blue-eyed boy.
"Novak," Castiel filled in.
"Novak, as is Anna Novak?" she continued.
"Yes, ma'am," Castiel confirmed.
Her face lit up with a bright smile. "Oh," she let out. "I didn't realize you also knew a Novak," she said towards Dean. "Your sister is just the sweetest thing."
"Thank you," Castiel said.
"Mom we should probably go," said Dean, taking the jug of milk from his mother's hand and placing it in the cart.
Mary looked down into the cart and noticed it was the same as she had left.
"Dean, you haven't even gotten the food," she said.
"Oh, I've been distracting you," said Castiel, his eyes looked down towards his feet.
"No," said Dean quickly. "Cass, it's fine."
Castiel looked at him in surprise.
"Oh," Castiel let out. "Well...I should be going."
"It was very nice meeting you Castiel," said Dean's mother. She smiled at him.
"You too Mrs. Winchester," said Castiel.
"Please." She waved her hand nonchalantly. "Call me Mary."
"Yes, ma'am," Castiel answered.
Mary smiled at his response. "And you and your sister come by our house whenever you want."
Castiel nodded in understanding and then turned from them. Dean bit his lip not sure if he should say something, but then quickly called out. "Bye Castiel."
Castiel turned and smiled. He gave a short wave and then turned away.
Dean stood there while his mother started to bag apples.
"He seems like a nice boy," she said.
"Ya, he is," Dean answered.
"Seems a bit shy," she continued.
Dean nodded in agreement, but he didn't turn back towards his mother.
"You should invite him over."
Dean turned around to her.
"Really?" he asked.
She looked up from the apples to look at Dean. "Yes, maybe he could come over when
Anna comes this week," she looked back at the apples. "Or you could invite him to help out with the community meal."
Dean thought for a minute then looked back at his mother.
"I think I will."
He looked back to where Castiel had walked off to. Mary glanced back up at him, and followed where his eyeline was.
"What are you waiting for Dean?" Mary asked. "Go ask him."
Dean started to walk away from the cart and began to look up and down the aisles for the dark messy hair. He finally spotted him in a middle aisle. He was looking at a box of pop-tarts with a deep intensity.
"Castiel," said Dean.
Castiel looked up in surprise.
"Hey," said Dean coming over to him. "I wanted to see if you wanted to come over sometime. You know, hang out." Dean paused, then added, "Maybe while Sam is working with Anna."
Castiel's eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face. Dean couldn't help and smile as well.
"Really?" Castiel asked.
"Ya, we could watch a movie, or play videogames, or something like that," said Dean.
"It sounds like fun," Castiel said, nodding. "I'd love to."
"Great!" exclaimed Dean. "I'll see you Tuesday then?" he asked.
"Sure," answered the boy. He diverted his eyes from Dean, and a slight blush came across his cheeks, but he still was smiling. "I'll see you then."
"Alright," said Dean, grinning. "Well. Bye," he said quickly turning.
"Bye, Dean," said Castiel softly behind him.
Are you noticing that they aren't as awkward together? I'm trying to add in subtle changes to their behavior. I also had fun writing Mary. I just imagine that she would be this beautiful, sing-song type of woman who baked goods for community meals. So that's how I wrote her.
As always please review with any thoughts, ideas, constructive criticism. ^.^