A Normal Life

Dean's Thoughts

Dean POV

Cas had run out of the house as if he’d seen a ghost. Which Dean really prayed wasn’t the case; they’d had enough ghostly activity here for one day, thank you very much!

Still though when Dean had tried to ask him a little bit about himself he had gotten really weird, scared even. He’d said that he didn’t have many friends, but Dean couldn’t see how that was. He was a perfectly nice guy and Cas was someone Dean expected to have lots of friends.

“Dean? Mom and Dad will be home soon. Should we make dinner?” Sammy’s voice carried through the house from the bottom of the stairs.

Dean blinked and looked toward his open door.

Dinner was the last thing on his mind but Sammy wouldn’t be asking about it if he wasn’t hungry.

With his mind still wrapped around what he had said that had freaked Cas out so much, he trudged downstairs and into the kitchen. Sam followed close behind him with a grin. Dean ignored his little brother and grabbed a pot from the cupboard.

“You know you are old enough to make the food yourself right?” Dean said, his voice had a tone of annoyance and the look his gave his brother matched that tone.

Sam shrugged and replied with “Yeah but you are the better cook.”

“Fair point.” Dean replied, still extremely annoyed though.

Even if Sam could cook, Dean didn’t really want him around the gas stove or the fridge even for that matter. He knew the boy was fourteen now and still the thought of him around sharp knives and gas flames made him wince. The boy was just not cut out for the kitchen.

Dean began to boil the water for pasta and chop up some green onions and red peppers to put with it. While he chopped he let his mind wander and think about how he should approach starting his friendship with Cas.

The boy was obviously really shy and he didn’t want to scare him. Maybe just start small, get to know him bit by bit and show him that he wasn’t going to hurt him and that he didn’t have to be afraid? Dean couldn’t help but think that that was probably easier said than done. So maybe tell Cas a lot about himself and then help him to become more comfortable around him so that Dean could also get to know Cas a little bit better.

The water began to boil, signaling to Dean that it was ready for the pasta. He stopped chopping and pulled the pasta container down from the cupboard, pouring a good half of the container into the pot. When that was done he went back to his other preparations. The onions and peppers were now chopped. He pushed those to the corner of the cutting board and pulled out a carrot stick and celery stick. Chopping those he let his mind go back to wondering.

Yes, he would tell Cas about himself while they studied and if he wanted to, he could offer up information about his life as well. Dean wouldn’t force him to say anything. Cas would come around all on his own. That had to be the way to do it.

Satisfied with his conclusion, he finished up the celery and then went to see how the pasta was doing. He fished one out of the pot, cooled it down and then ate it.

Still needs some time. He thought and turned around to see Sam look at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Can I help you?” Dean asked.

Sam just continued to smile “No, I have everything I need.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” His little brother replied and put his head back down. He was working on homework and Dean felt a swell of pride for his little brother. Even if he did show him up and always got good grades, Sammy was going places in life and Dean couldn’t help but feel happy for him.