Hello...It has been a very long time since I have uploaded anything for this story. And for that, I am very sorry. ..It's so funny how you intend on doing something, but it just can't come out of you, it's like you plan only to stop for a week, which becomes a month, and then before you know it months have passed. That was the hole I feel into with this story. I no longer felt the drive to write this story, or anything to be frank.

BUT I want to give this story to you in complete. I don't want it to be one of the stories that goes on and then never ends. That would be mean on those who read this story, and would inevitably leave me wishing I had accomplished a compete story.

So after much thought and re familiarizing myself with my characters I have jumped back into the story.

I hope you enjoy!

When the boys finished peeling the potatoes they brought them back down to the kitchen and seating area. In their absence the room had turned into a warm, bright, and aromic atmosphere. Mary came over and smiled at the skinless roots.

"Thank you so much, boys! Why don't you take a break from the food and help set up the tables?"

"Sure thing, Mom."

"When do people start to arrive?"

"Probably in about 15 minutes. They'll start getting drinks and catching up. That sort of thing."

"A lot of these people come back every time. They know us and one another."

"I wish I'd know to come to this earlier."

"I come sometimes. There is this one woman who says I have a nice smile everytime she sees me."

"That is nice."

"No, Cass, every time she sees me. Like, she turns away and then she says it again."

"Dean, Mrs. Mully is the sweetest woman."

"I know she is! I'm just saying. Be prepared."

"I love helping."

"Well then you can come every time."

"I think I'll take you up on that," said Cass.

Dean turned and went to the pile of table clothes that stood stacked. He grabbed one.

"You going to help me Cass?" he asked.

Cass nodded and came to deans side and took one of the plastic table covers out of Dean's hand. He shook it open and did his best to push it down on the table but the thin table cover fought against him.

"You know, you could have just asked for help," said Dean.

"I wouldn't have thought something so silly would need assistance."

"Sorry Cass that being a human is so difficult for you."

"Shut up, Dean."

"Woah! Fiesty, where'd that come from?" Dean joked.

"You bring out the best in me."

Dean smirked at the blue-eyed boy, who then pulled the plastic cover towards himself, causing it to come quickly put of Dean's fingers. He looked at Cass who just smiled to himself.

"Oh, you! I'm gonna get you," cried Dean, who darted towards Cass, who then ran in the other direction.

Cass was much faster than Dean anticipated. It literally was like the guy was there one second and then gone the next. Mary hear the noise and came over to the half covered table.

"Boys!" she called, with her quiet commanding tone.

They both stopped to look at her. She didn't say a word, only picked up one of the plastic cover's corners and held it out towards them. Dean looked at Cass and smiled. He shrugged in defeat and both of them went back to work at the table. Mary stood until Dean passed her, and patted him lightly in the back.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"It's no issue Sweetie. I want you and Cass to have a good time, just get these tables done first, okay?"

"Yes, Mom. Will do!"

They worked quickly to cover the tables before the people began to float down into the lower room. By the time they got to the last one, a man walked past them heading towards the kitchen.

"Hey Dean," he said, as he passed by, he gave Dean heads a rough pat, which Dean didn't look too pleased at, but nonetheless he still said hello.

"Patrick! So glad you were able to come," called another woman from the kitchen.

"Well, how could I turn down your cooking?" he asked, which made the woman smile.

"And so it begins?" asked Cass. Dean laughed.

"You could say it like that." He leaned in to Cass' ear and said, "That's Patrick, he comes to every one of these. He's been on the streets since he was thirty. He can be a little weird sometimes, but he's a good guy. Tells the craziest stories."

"So Dean, where's the little Winchester?"

"Oh you know, Patrick, building something or other that will inevitably destroy our house one day."

Patrick laughed a deep laugh that matched his thick voice that had seen much damage caused by his smoking addiction. Other people were beginning to file down into the room. Dean was about to grab Cass's hand to lead him to where they would serve, when Patrick asked another question.

"So who's this fellow?"

"Oh," Dean faltered for a moment, and then looking at Cass who gave him a small smile, he continued strongly, "This is Cass, my boyfriend."

Patrick glanced at Cass, gave him a lookover and then grunted in an acknowlegement to that.

"Should we start serving," asked Cass, breaking into the conversation.

"Yes, please, cause I'm starving," came a female voice behind them.

A woman smiled at the two, she had thin wispy hair, and almost ever other tooth in her mouth was gone, but she looked at them with such endearment, Dean thought she would lind everyone in the room with that kind of love. That was one of the things he loved about this place. You saw the best in a class of people that most looked at as the worst in society. But Dean knew better.

"Ya, Cass, It's over here," he said, leading the way to the tables. There was a box of gloves that they each took a pair from. Cass was on pouring the drinks that the now lined up people asked for, along with a friendly woman named Linda. Dean stood by the large bean casserole which he served. There were three other people with him, Eleanor, an older lady who stood at the end of the line. She had the salad. Naomi, a woman who looked like she had been pinched in the face. Dean had seen her before at the meal, and wondered why she came. If anything, she just looked like she was staring intently at all the people who flooded in, as if she were searching for someone she had lost. And finally there Victor, a man that Dean respected greatly. Victor was a cop who actually cared about what he did, and on the side when he wasn't busy with working he'd come and help at the meal. He knew that it meant a lot to everyone who was there that he was there. Especially the one time Dean had been at the meal and two young visitors had gotten into a fight. He'd helped them stop and got them to talk it out. It had been inspiring. His mother, Catherine, and another lady who he did not know were still working in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely smile," said a familiar voice.

"Thank you, Ma'am," said Cass, pleasantly.

"Oh, please, Dear, call me Mrs. Mully," said the little grey haired woman.

"Of course. What would you like to drink Mrs. Mully?" asked Cass.

"Oh, just water please."

"Here you are Mrs. Mully."

She looked down at her water and then back at Cass.

"You have a lovely smile, young boy!" she exclaimed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mully," said Cass cheerfully.

Mrs. Mully continued on from the drink table, and Cass glanced over to look at Dean and grinned. Dean raised his eyebrows in an I told you so, type gesture. Cass just kept smiling.

After everyone had been served, and were all sitting at the tables contentedly chewing their food and chatting amongst themselves Mary came over to the boys who were both now serving those who came up for refills for drinks.

"You two are officially off duty now. Get yourselves some food and mingle," she said.

"Thanks, Mom!" said Dean. He pulled off his gloves and tossed them into the trash can. Cass followed suit.

They went through the line and got what they wanted to eat and then sat the the end of a half-filled table that was close.

"Hello there," said a woman, who Dean hadn't seen going through. She was wearing sunglasses, seemed pretty young.

"Names Pamela, what are your boys?" she said with a smile.

"How did you know we were boys?" asked Cass.

"When you've been blind as long as me you can tell the difference," she said, looking towards Cass. "So, names?" she asked.

"Dean."

"Castiel."

"Good names. Interesting one though in your case," she said tilting her head towards Cass.

"I've heard," he said, grinning and looking towards me.

"So you two lover-boys help out here often?"

"Well, um," Dean stammered with her abruptness and perceptiveness."

"No, well, in my case at least. This is my first time being here," said Cass, saving Dean from further stammering. "And Dean's helped a lot?" asked Cass, not sure if his facts were correct.

"Yes, yes, I've been here a lot. Not this year, since school has been more difficult, but last year and the year before."

"Well, this is my first time at this shin-dig, and I'm liking the feel. Food in my stomach is always a good thing. Plus Tessa was here to help me out, so I thought, why not?"

Tessa, the girl she was referring to was sitting on the other side of Pamela and leaned forward when her name was said. She remained quiet though, and looked focused on her food.

"Tessa's pretty quiet, don't mind that. She's seen a lot, we all have. Well...not all of us," said Pamela, smirking at her own little joke.

Dean and Cass looked at one another, and then over abruptly when Patrick sat down next to Cass.

"Did I ever tell you about the time that I thought I was gay?"

Dean's eyes widened, as Patrick began to explain his story. All he could do was eat his food and give glances over to Cass who by the end of the story had a look of mystified horror on his face.

"And that's how I figured out being gay wasn't for me. But I'm sure you two will be just fine," said Patrick, as if a horror film script hadn't just come out of his mouth.

"Are you boys gonna be ready to go in a few?" asked Mary, coming over to the table, not noticing their widened eyes.

"Yes," said Cass quickly.

"Yes, yes, we will," echoed Dean.

They both got up from the table with their plates and empty cups and headed to the trash.

"I need to find some bleach," said Dean.

"What? Why?" asked Cass.

"I need to bleach my brain," Dean said in all too serious tone.

Both boys looked at each other as they dumped their trash into the can, and just laughed.

"Glad to see helping has lifted your spirits so high," said Mary as she headed over with her purse and car keys in hand.

"Oh, they are," said Dean, trying to keep from bursting into another fit of laughter. Cass seemed the same, smiling and

then breaking into quiet giggles.

When they got up to the first floor, Mary patted her pockets and then quickly said,

"I forgot the letter that Catherine wanted me to give to us, I'll be right back." She headed back down the stairs, leaving Dean and Cass in the sanctuary. Cass sat down in one of the back pews. He breathed in deeply and bowed his head. Dean didn't hear exactly what he was saying, but he knew a prayer when he heard one. He stood behind him and placed his hands on Cass' shoulders. Cass, once done looked over his shoulders and smiled up at Dean.

"Just praying," said Cass.

"For your mom?" asked Dean.

"I was thanking him."

"Thanking him?"

"Ya, thanking him."

And that was all Cass said. He stood up and they only had to wait another fifteen seconds before Mary reappeared and they all headed out of the old church towards the car.

I wanted to use some characters that we know and love and then some that aren't in the Supernatural universe in this chapter. The situations in this chapter were geared for this story, but the characteristics of Mrs. Mully, the bare teeth woman, and Patrick are based on actual people I've encountered at community meals.

Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you thought of with this chapter in the reviews!

Again, I apologize for the unexpected hiatus of this story. I hope that I can go better with writing in future.

LOVE YOU ALL!

~IAmAPurpleLewie