In the Light of the Moon

Part 13

I apologise for being terrible at keeping schedules: here's part thirteen, guys!

The smell of bacon, sausage and toast wafted around your motel room and out the window.
You had woken before anyone else seemed to have.
The world was silent and sleeping and you felt as though nothing could go wrong at this time, so you thought it to be the perfect time to cook. The little analog clock on the shelf above the sink read 5:00am as you began to notice pink and orange hues saturate the clouds in the sky. Keeping the window open, you felt something that you had rarely felt while being human; feeling the cool, refreshing autumn morning air brush against your cheek and whirl around you as the heat of the stove warmed you up. It was such a vast contrast from cooking in the large bunker kitchen with no windows to be seen, no morning colours. Just white and grey and black. You decided you enjoyed the small motel room kitchen much more than the bunker's large, hollow kitchen.

"Hey." You heard Charlie groan from behind you as she stretched in bed.

"Good morning," you replied happily. "Sleep well?"

"Better than you did, I'm guessing. What are you doing up right now?" She asked, bewildered.

"I woke up early and didn't want to sleep anymore, so I decided to cook breakfast." You stated simply.

"Ah..." she seemed to understand, but left it at that, so you continued cooking, but then: "Can I ask you a question?" She seemed to tread lightly with this and your stomach dropped for some unknown reason.

"Fire away." Ignoring the feeling, you replied casually.

"How does an angel have time or even the interest to learn how to cook?" She asked and there was a pause, your cooking slowed as you tried to find the words to answer this.
"You don't have to answer that, of course, if it's too personal or anything.." Charlie suddenly added.

"No, no. It's ok." You took a breath. "My.. my vessel loved to cook. Sophia would cook any chance she got and I picked it up, I guess. Watching her as she held her random little parties with her big buffet pallet. She had to buy a new dining table for her first Thanksgiving in her new house; it wasn't big enough to fit all the food on, so she went and bought one that was almost too big for the area she used in her apartment as a dining room." You laughed.

"It sounds like she really loved to cook. I bet her cooking skills definitely rubbed off on you." Charlie complimented.

"I used to make meals for her based off the knowledge she gave me when she accepted me. She told me I "cook like an angel" and I laughed at the irony." You giggled. "Since she..." you stopped, avoiding the sentence that almost trickled from your lips. "- the only way I think I can really connect with her is to cook, which is why I'm always first to offer to do so, I guess." You stumbled your way through your words and then went quiet as you moved the last of the food from the pan and toaster to the fourth plate on the counter.

"I'm glad you do, you cook much better than most. You and Dean are the main people that love to cook and even he lets you take over and cook for him. That's saying something." She smiled at you as you handed her a plate and you smiled back.

"They'll be here any second, no doubt they've sensed the food already, so just be ready for it." You smiled as you saw the confused look on Charlie's face. She never was around whenever the boys came to get their food.

Seconds later the door burst open and two giant five-year-olds pushed at each other, fighting the other to get the biggest plate of food first (even though you always try to even the amount on the plates, they always fight over the tiniest difference).

"I'm oldest, so I get the most!" Dean yelled as he squashed his hand against his younger brother's face.

"Yeah? Well, I'm taller, I need more because I'm taller than you, short-ass!" Sam fought back. You and Charlie had to stop eating while you laughed at the scene before you. You knew Castiel probably made up an excuse to stay in the boys' room, so he could walk in once this is over, so as soon as the boys were sat down, eating (but still kind of kicking each other from under the table) you heard the door open and close for a second time with Cas walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed holding Sam's laptop and just like that the bickering began again.