The Truth

Chapter 3

Sam was in the kitchen making eggs when Dean appeared at the door. Sam knew immediately something was up, and he turned all the way around, frying pan and flipper in hand, as he squinted questioningly at his brother.

"What's with you?" He asked.

Dean stepped aside and let Cas enter the room. Sam immediately raised his eyebrows, dramatic lines forming on his forehead, and he let the pan clatter loudly on the stove as he strode towards Cas and wrapped him in a giant hug, picking him up off the ground.

"Cas! How...?" He released him from the vicelike hug and looked at him happily.

"Maybe we could talk over breakfast?" Cas suggested. He was starving. They hadn't stopped for food on the way back, which was unlike Dean, but Cas had assumed he was impatient to get back to Sam and so he hadn't mentioned it.

"Fried eggs coming up!" Sam said, and smiled as he turned back to the stove.

"I need a shower", Dean said to the wall, as he sauntered past Sam and punched him playfully. "Thanks for making breakfast Sammy."

Dean made it all the way out of sight before Cas heard his footsteps stop, and his head reappeared. "Cas?" He looked intentionally at Cas, who exchanged a quick glance with Sam, shrugged, and followed Dean out the door.

Sam smiled to himself as Cas disappeared and shook his head. Fucking finally, he thought.

-

Eileen wandered into the kitchen shortly after Dean and Cas both disappeared, wearing one of Sam's blue flannel shirts. Sam liked it that she preferred to wear his shirts to bed. She looked cute in them. And he took a moment to pull her into a hug, and then signed to her that they would be making breakfast for 4. She brightened at this news, inquiring as to who the other two would be.

"Dean and Cas" he said, and signed their names as well for emphasis. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, and a smile spread over her face.

"Where are they now?" She signed.

"Showering," he said, and nodded in a knowing way, giving Eileen a playful wink and rolling his eyes. Eileen's eyes widened at this news and she giggled before sitting down and propping a leg up against the kitchen table.

Fucking finally, she thought.

-

Sam had to put the eggs in the oven to keep them warm - Dean and Cas had disappeared for a half an hour and he started wondering if they would come back at all, or spend the rest of the day in Dean's room.

But right when he thought about giving up on their return, Dean appeared in the doorway, whistling happily as he slid into his chair, looking around for food. Sam studied him from across the table in silence until Dean asked the obvious question:

"Where's breakfast?"

"How was your shower?" Sam smirked at him. He could tell Dean was going to say something sarcastic back to him until Cas appeared and rendered him speechless.

Dean seemed to forget all about breakfast as he watched Cas wander over and take the chair next to him.

Cas felt Dean staring at him and looked over with a small smile.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothin." Dean said. "You should always wear my clothes." Cas blushed and looked down thoughtfully at the black t-shirt and jeans that Dean had given him. He was also critically aware of the fact that Sam and Eileen were both watching him, and so he kept his head down. He didn't think he liked the feeling of awkwardness that had gripped him just now, and avoided making eye contact with anyone.