The fingers from Dean's right hand latched on to one of the sleeves of Jo's burgundy cashmere sweater. The petite blonde whipped her head towards her friend. "We better get going. Don't want to be late for the soup kitchen." Dean began to pull Jo away from the door.
"We just got here! Cool your jets, Winchester." Jo smiled at Castiel, who remained standing under the threshold with his hands tapping the top of the door's border. Novak's eyes remained locked on the flushed male. He gave the two teens a Mona Lisa smile before stretching his arms backwards. His black t-shirt rode up higher and Dean's traitorous eyes were glued on the large expanse of exposed olive skin. Novak had a swimmer's build. Dean swiftly shook his head.
"Dude, you should stop by the church Sunday at eleven for youth group. It will be a good way for you to make friends. You've been in town barely three months," Jo said. She watched Dean with the corner of her right eye. Jo had never seen her friend so flustered before. It probably was due to the little show Novak pulled at the bake sale.
"Castiel has better things to do. Let's go, Jo." Dean was so agitated he tugged at her ponytail.
Jo shoved him. "May we come in?"
For the first time ever, Castiel seemed nervous. He quickly turned his head to look back in the small apartment. Jo rose on tiptoes to snoop. From what she saw from over Castiel's shoulder, the apartment was tiny and barely furnished. Novak didn't budge from his place by the door.
Dean didn't like the look of determination in his friend's brown eyes. Jo was up to something. She began coughing. He tapped her back. She glared at him before turning to Novak. "Water"
Cas rolled his eyes and headed to the small kitchen. He poured water from the sink into a foam cup. Jo drank half of the water and thanked him. She had already made her way inside the dimly lit apartment. Of course she tugged Dean inside with her.
The Winchester was shocked to see the barren apartment. The lights were off. The only piece of furniture was a scratched cherry wood coffee table that held what looked like Castiel's book bag from school. A recliner which seemed to have had better days stood in a corner. Castiel Novak lived in this dump? Where were his parents? It seemed like no one else shared this pitiful excuse for a dwelling.
Castiel scowled at him. "Please excuse me, St. Dean. I gave the maid the week off." He rummaged through his school bag and retrieved a carton of cigarettes. "Fuck"
Cas was down to his last cigarette. He placed it back in the carton for later. "So you holy rollers here to spread the word of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?" He crossed his arms.
"Guilty," Jo replied.
All of a sudden, crying from a baby surprised Dean and Jo. Castiel walked to an open door which the other teens surmised was a bedroom. Less than a minute later, he came out holding the most adorable baby they've ever seen. Cas bounced the two year old in his arms. The baby patted his cheeks. "Cassie!" Castiel kissed the top of his head. The baby's eyes landed on the two strangers. A replica of Cas' big and round blue eyes stared at them.
Dean fidgeted from side to side. "Was this Cas' kid?" he thought to himself.
"Cute kid," Jo said.
"Thanks, this is my baby brother, Alfie. Wave hi to Dean and Jo, Alfie." Castiel smoothed his baby brother's soft brown hair. Alfie waved and tucked his face into his brother's neck.
"You guys are wasting your time here. I don't believe in anything anymore. You want to know why?" He narrowed his eyes at his two school mates.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and licked his lips nervously. He was afraid to hear the words that were about to escape from Novak's lips. Jo walked closer to the two Novaks. She lightly traced a finger against Alfie's red apple like cheek. He grabbed on to her finger and laughed.
