It has been a week since Dean's after school encounter with Castiel Novak. Ever since that afternoon, the Winchester kept seeing the guy everywhere. Dean had never noticed before that Castiel's locker was situated right across from his. Now every morning, when he goes to place unneeded books and materials inside his locker, Dean's eyes travel across the hallway and land on a smirking Castiel, who always winks his way. Dean scowls in return but it doesn't deter the loner.
Yesterday evening at a quarter till six, Dean bumped into the guy on his way inside the local soup kitchen. Castiel was carrying two plastic bags. Dean found it odd the blue eyed boy didn't flirt with him. He just rocketed down the street. Not that Dean missed Castiel's usual winks and smirks. No chance in Hell. Dean shook his head and entered the soup kitchen which John mandated him to volunteer at twice a week at.
Now Dean is home alone. His stomach is growling non-stop. It was pizza night at the Winchester home, so he needed to wait for Sam, the nerd to get home from whatever geeky club meeting he was at and for his dad and Adam to join them, too. The refrigerator was almost empty since tomorrow afternoon was grocery shopping day. Dean refused to eat any of the rabbit food inside it. He rummaged through the barren wasteland of the fridge for something halfway decent to eat. His green eyes sparkled as soon as they landed on half of an apple pie, Missouri, his dad's assistant at the church baked for the Winchester men last weekend.
Dean rubbed the palm of his hands enthusiastically before extracting the mouthwatering dessert. The decadent aroma of baked apples and cinnamon made him drool. Dean didn't bother to remove the generous slice from the aluminum pan. He fetched a fork from a drawer and started stuffing his mouth with the pie. After he wolfed it, Dean washed it down with a tall glass of milk. He stretched his legs and massaged his satiated belly.
An hour later, Adam and Sam were setting the kitchen table for dinner. John opened the two boxes of pizza and placed a slice of Hawaiian and another of mushroom pizza in each of his sons' plate. Before eating the meal, John prayed thanks. Once he finished his two slices, six year old Adam excused himself from the table and headed to the fridge. He opened the right door and practically crawled inside.
"Where's the pie?" He asked in a loud squeaky voice.
"I made sure to leave a big slice for you and Sam. I know the two of you haven't tried it yet. Try looking behind the celery and carrots." John joined his youngest to search for the dessert.
The Winchester patriarch scratched the back of his head. Dean nervously played with his napkin. Sam shook his head and watched him for a few seconds. John closed the refrigerator door and turned to face his two eldest. Adam pouted because he wanted pie.
"Dean Michael Winchester did you eat two slices worth of pie on your own knowing it was being saved for your brothers?"
"Yes, sir but I was hungry after school. There was only rabbit food in there." Dean traced the smooth surface of the kitchen table with shaky fingers.
"Look at me when I speak to you, mister."
Dean glanced at his father. "You know what this means, son."
Sam felt bad for his brother. "Dad, really that's not necessary. I'm not crazy about apple pie anyway."
"Well your little brother was looking forward to eating his share. Now thanks to Dean's gluttonous sin, he won't be able to."
