Friday right after school, Castiel drove Dean and himself to Bobby's. John allowed his son to take his stuff with him in the morning. Bobby was taking Alfie out of his baby car seat from the tow truck, when the two teens arrived.
"You two idjits get the food please," he motioned to the duo.
Dean drooled smelling Missouri's famous peach cobbler. Castiel grabbed grocery bags filled with Tupperware. "All this food can feed an entire army," the blue eyed teen said.
Bobby lifted Alfie higher on his hip in order to unlock the front door. "Woman wants to stuff us like pigs waiting to be slaughtered."
"I think Ms. Mosely has a crush on you and that's why she's so nice." Castiel nudged Dean's shoulder.
"You're crazy. Shut your pie hole and take the food to the kitchen. At least I don't have to cook for a couple of days." Bobby settled Alfie in the playpen. The toddler said his foster father's name before playing with dinosaurs carved out of wood which used to belong to Bobby's late son.
Bobby entered the kitchen. The two teens had already put away Missouri's food. "What brings you here, Dean? Your daddy never lets you socialize outside of church related activities." He removed his dirty cap and fetched a cold beer from the fridge.
"Pastor John thinks Dean is here to do a school project." Castiel spoke for his friend.
"Is that so," Bobby sipped from the bottle.
Dean couldn't look him in the eye. Bobby chuckled. "No need to worry, kid. My lips are sealed. It's about damn time you start living life." He turned to his foster son. "Just don't get this one into trouble. You hear me? I will not hesitate to spank you."
Castiel smirked and placed his hands up in mock surrender. "No problemo" He scratched the back of his neck. "Thanks again for allowing the guys to come over."
Bobby patted Cas' shoulder. "Hey I know it's inconceivable to you idjits but I was a teenager once."
Dean inched closer to Castiel by the counter. "Bobby, do you like Missouri? I also think she likes you. Maybe you should ask her out for Valentine's Day."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Just my luck I have two teen cupids. I'll ask her out, when I'm ready." He finished drinking his beer. "Speaking of Valentine's; Castiel have you asked someone to the dance yet?"
"Not really"
"Why not? I know you've made new friends and that Masters girl is crazy about you. She always asks me how you're doing whenever I go to the market."
Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes. Maybe Cas planned on going solo to the dance. "The person I wanted to ask already has date." Whoa was he referring to him?
"I met this cool chick yesterday. Her name is Charlie and she wants to start an LGBT club at school but no one wants to sponsor it."
"What does that have to do with the dance?" Bobby crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.
"She has a girlfriend and wants to go with her to the dance but Principal Roman has a no same sex couple's policy for school dances."
"We want to start the LGBT club to make a difference. This town is so small and old fashioned." Castiel frowned as he sat on a kitchen chair.
