Supernatural One-Shots

Castiel's Secret (Part 2)

Dean and Castiel sat at one of the large wooden tables carved from some unfathomably gigantic tree. The breakfast room. A large room with a buffet along the far wall with windows above it that looked out over the sloping forest. On the opposite wall from the buffet line a warm fire crackled in the wide fireplace, framed by a polished stone mantle. A few stuffed animal heads and antlers were hung on the walls. Above the fireplace, a huge moose head decorated the crosshatched wall with its majestic, shiny fur almost matching the shade of the wood around it. Dean stared at the moose head as he thoughtfully shoved a forkful of pancake into his mouth.

Cas watched Dean.

Only a few other guests were up and in the room with them, so it was silent except for the soothing sizzle of the fire and the undertones of everyone breathing. When Dean was almost finished eating, he finally looked at Cas. He cleared his throat softly.

"So, how long have you known how to play the, uh, the piano?" Dean asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Longer than you've been alive," Cas stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Dean nodded, "that's nice."

After another moment, Dean found the courage to continue.

"Maybe, uh, could you- would you teach me, Cas?" he asked, forcing himself not to look away.

"Of course, Dean," Cas didn't hesitate to agree.

***

The two men sat at the piano in the lodge's main room. It was a sight to see! Castiel's rumpled trench coat spilling over the edge of the bench. Dean's pajamas snugging up to his frame when he sat down. Cas briefly explained some things about the piano, such as note names and rests, only half of it even registering in Dean's mind. Then Cas began to show Dean how to play a song; taught him. It was fairly simple and like a lullaby.

As soon as Cas started playing, Dean recognized the tune.

"Cas, is this-?"

"Hey Jude," Cas finished, not letting his fingers slow down.

Before Dean could say anything else, Cas stopped abruptly.

"Put your fingers here," Cas instructed, pointing.

Dean obeyed.

Cas helped Dean until he could play the whole melody from memory. After a while Sam stumbled down the stairs and passed by the pair still perched on the piano bench.

"Gay," he muttered jokingly to his brother before walking into the breakfast room.

Dean heard a yelp and knew Sam had seen the moose on the wall. He smiled to himself as Cas played something else for him.

"Cas?" Dean said quietly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Dean."