Supernatural Fanfiction

Losing Sleep (ii)

2.4K words; Destiel (Dean/Cas); canon!verse; bedsharing; human!Cas; first kiss

Although Sam and Dean had spent most of their lives hunting, they had each experienced the apple pie lifestyle at least once. Cas had never gotten that spoonful of normal before. Heaven didn't leave room for family meals and fights over who left the empty beer bottles lying about. Heaven didn't do family the way humans did family. And most humans certainly didn't do family the way the Winchesters did family. If anyone had asked him only half a decade ago, Cas would have never considered that one day he'd have this. He could have never imagined that he'd belong here.

Yet here he stood, slaving over a hot stove and trying his best not to ruin the scrambled eggs because it was his morning to make breakfast. The toast was already slightly burnt and he knew the eggs were going to be salty. The coffee had just finished brewing and the kitchen smelt vaguely of vanilla.

Cas glanced over his shoulder at the boys. Sam was busying himself with the new blender. Whatever he'd put inside had created a liquid that was an obnoxious shade of green. It resembled thick, swamp water. Cas thought that, no matter how badly he screwed up breakfast this morning, it would at least taste better than the sludge Sam was making.

Dean often grumbled that he was a shitty cook but Sam assured him he was getting better by the week. He appreciated Dean's crass honesty as much as Sam's encouragement. He knew he was a crappy cook – a very crappy cook quite frankly – but he enjoyed making something for his family. It was small, broken and each member was practically being held together with gum and paper clips. It didn't matter because they were his. And sometimes, in moments like these, he liked to imagine that he was theirs too.

He dished out breakfast and brought Dean a cup of coffee. The smile he got in thanks was sunny enough that he felt a lump in his throat. Right at his pulse where his grace should have been. This right here was why he enjoyed manning the kitchen.

"Mmm," Dean moaned around his first sip, "Love it when it's Cas's day to do breakfast."

"I thought you said my cooking was awful."

"Well, yeah. It is," Dean eyed the toast, "But it's edible enough and the coffee always makes up for it."

"Too much coffee isn't good for you Dean," Sam piped up from the other end of the room.

"Yeah but you think that," he gestured at the blender, "whatever you're making over there is healthy."

"It is healthy."

"That crap looks like the beginning of a super villain origin story."

"It's kale shake."

"It looks disgusting. I'd brave Cas's eggs over that any day. Oof!"

Cas elbowed him as he walked by. Dean had the decency to at least look apologetic before taking another sip of his coffee. He sighed and leaned back into his seat. By the end of the meal, Dean had had about two cups. There was only a little bit left in the pot.

He looked up at the sudden weight of hand lying on his shoulder. "You've had enough for the morning," was all Cas said. He watched the corners of Dean's mouth kick up into a smile. Cas knew he'd been planning on grabbing a third cup.

"So what? You telepathic now, Cas?" he teased, "Got some angel mojo hidden away that I don't know about?"

Cas returned the smile with an ease he was growing into. "I don't need mojo to know the man I rebuilt. You know that."