Dean drives his brother home, but not like usually with rock music blasting, but utter silence. Sam tries to coax Dean into a conversation but it's fruitless and Dean is glad he gives up. Dean decides to not pay attention to the way his brother is shifting uncomfortable in his seat, until he just can't take it anymore. "What?" Dean blasts.

"Huh?" Sam jumps a bit as Dean talks.

"Why are you fidgeting so much? Need to pee?"

Sam rolls his eyes at that.

"I'm not the one who's being weird today, Dean." Sam mumbles. Dean notices how he is pressing himself further against the seat as if he wants to be swallowed up by it. Sam expects an explosion, and somehow this gets Dean out of his own mind. He didn't think how his behavior must look to Sam. So instead of exploding he apologizes:"I'm sorry, Sammy."

Dean parks the car in front of their house and looks over at his brother, whose eyes have widened.

The Winchesters get out of the car and into the house.

"Talk to me?" Sam suggests, throwing his backpack against the staircase.

Dean just groans at that, and moves further towards the kitchen to cook. Cooking always calms his nerves, even more than driving those.

"Oho." Sam teases, "You're cooking. Must be real bad then."

"Shut up, Sammy." With that he picks out some vegetables from the fridge and starts peeling them.

Sam lifts himself up on the kitchen counter and stares at his brother for a solid five minutes, not making any noise.

Before Dean manages to point out his annoyance Mary, their mother comes through the door.

"Hello, boys." She greets them with her usual peck on the cheek and a warm smile. Dean realizes his mum staring. Dean sighs and assures:"Yes, I am cooking. No, I don't want to talk about it."

Mary smiles fondly at her first born:"Alright, If you change your mind..."

Dean interrupts:"I know where to find you. I know."

Before Mary leaves the kitchen again he quickly ads a 'thanks'.

His focus is regained by the pile of vegetables lying on the counter. He cuts the carrots into slices and begins:"You're going to stay here until I talk to you, right?"

"Yup." Sam states calmly.

Dean sighs:"Alight. Could you close the door and get the butter out?"

Sam slides down the counter and does as demanded.

Dean isn't very good at starting talking about things, so he hopes his brother will do him the favor and begins. He doesn't have to wait very long.

"It's about Castiel, right?"

"Yeah." Dean assents, "We need half of the butter, and flour!"

Sam starts putting the ingredients on the counter he sat on, following Dean's orders.

Dean is happy to have a brother like Sam, someone who understands him and doesn't question the way things work for him.

"You didn't just give him private lessons."

"We kissed. " Dean admits, moving on from the carrots to the zucchini.

"You must reeeeeally suck at kissing." Sam teases, and promptly gets shoved away.

"You're so funny, Sam. A real grown up." Sarcasm dripping from every word.

Sam laughs and receives a punch on the arm for that. Dean can't help himself, his lips are forming into a small smile:"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"What next?" Sam asked.

Dean turns away from his cutting board and towards his brother. "Cut the butter in little squares and then mix it with the flour and the salt." Dean rubs his palms together, "Like that."

"Got it."

Dean moves to the stove and puts a pot with water on it. He starts cleaning up the parings: "Cas said that now is bad timing. You know what I answered to that? That he is right. What the fuck? Why would I even say something like that, gee." Dean groans in frustration, his hand rubbing his neck. " I mean, sure I got the finals coming, and it's my last year of high school, but I would find time!"

Sam knows Dean enough not to interrupt his outburst and just listen, and only offer advice at the absolute end of Dean's monologue.

The water starts to boil, Dean ads a bit of salt and a bowl of sliced carrots.

"I am such a fucking idiot, aren't I. Why didn't I say something else?" he ads:" Oh and the best thing, that wasn't even the most idiotic thing I said!"

"What did you say?" Sam asked, struggling with the dough.

"That we can be friends. Fucking friends. I don't wanna be friends with Cas. I wanna hold him and kiss him-" he interrupts himself. "I am so screwed."

"He wouldn't even tell me why." He stops, his face turns as white as the wall behind him,"Oh god… that was an excuse. Maybe you're right, Sam, and I am a bad kisser."

His facial features now totally out of control, resembling a deer caught in the headlights or that of a rabbit that just keeps running in circles instead of away.

"Dean!" Sam puts the finished dough on a dish and moves to Dean. "Stop making yourself crazy over this. Castiel likes you."

"How would you know?" Dean practically screams at his brother his forehead in a deep frown.

"I saw how he looked at you."

Dean turns away and rolls his eyes. "You know nothing, Sam."

"I'm not John Snow." Sam states annoyed.

Dean fishes the carrots out of the water, ads a bit more salt and some sweet peppers.

"Dean, I think I know why Cas can't do this now..." Sam's voice grows silent.

"What?"

"Remember Gabe?"

"Sure, I was on a date with- Oh." Realization hits Dean like an ice cold wind.

"Yeah. I think Gabriel might like you." Sam presses forth.

"That's fucked up." Dean turns around at that, trying to clear his head.

The older Winchester sighs and exchanges the peppers with the zucchini and puts crème fraîche in a bowl with spices and an egg.

Sam keeps standing behind Dean not really moving. Then Dean hears something he hasn't heard in a while, Sam sniffs. Dean darts around."No, no, no." He mumbles, "Sam, please tell me that's not true. Please?"

Sam's eyes are fixed on the floor, his shoulders shaking slightly. The older boy doesn't hesitate to pull Sam against his chest, holding him tight until his brother has calmed down and stopped shivering. "How about we finish this quiche and then watch some Game of Thrones?"

"Yeah." Sam manages a small smile and pulls away from his brother. Dean instructs him on how to roll out the dough, and then fills it with the vegetables and the crème fraîche mix.

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