Deal with a Demon

Chapter 3

    Dean Winchester just pulled up in the drive when he realized he only had 5 hours until he had to go to his next job. He sluggishly walked up the stairs hoping he could fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His heart dropped when he remembered he was supposed to go grocery shopping, he didn't eat at the house much, but he thought his new roommate, Castiel, might want some food in the refrigerator.

     He sighed and walked back down the stairs, and realized he wouldn't be able to go in the house anyways because Castiel had the only key and he wasn't home yet.

    Castiel pulled up just as Dean was opening the car door. "Hey Dean, you think you can help me bring in the grocery's, I kinda got a lot."

     Dean was so relieved he wouldn't have to go to the store, he might actually be able to sleep before he had to go to the construction site. "You went food shopping? I was just going to do that" he walked over and started grabbing bags out of the car.

    "I think this is the most food that's ever been in my house since Sammy lived here." He said bringing in the last bag. Dean stopped when he saw what Castiel had just put on the table, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever saw. "Pie", his eyes widened and he walked to the table, "You got apple pie." He grabbed a fork and opened the container. Just then a warning came on the radio, a huge snow storm was supposed to be blowing in. "son of a bitch", Dean threw the fork down, "C'mon, Cas, we've gotta chop wood, I completely forgot about it"

    "Did you just call me Cas?" He was confused on if he told Dean to call him that, "Only my close friends back home called me that."

     "Well you live with me, I'd say we're pretty close," Dean shrugged as they went outside to get fire wood prepared for the cold weekend. "Plus I didn't think you liked me calling you blue eyes."

    "Either one is fine with me, I am used to Cas though", he said picking up the axe, "I'll chop if you'd like.

    "Okay," Dean put a log on the tree stump for Cas to hit. He assumed Cas actually knew how, but he was wrong. Cas lifted the axe correctly, but he didn't pull it down right. Dean chuckled a little and Cas looked embarrassed.

     "I thought I was doing it right? I mean I've never actually had to chop wood, but I assumed this was how." He walked up to Dean, handing him the axe.

     "Watch and learn, Cas, watch and learn." Dean brought up the axe, and moved his hands so perfectly, the axe came down exactly in the middle, splitting the wood effortlessly. "Your turn," he handed the axe to Cas who seemed confused.

     "I'm still not exactly sure on how to do it." he said walking to the stump.

     "That's okay, I'll walk you through the process", Dean leaned up against a tree, "Okie dokie, so what you gonna do is, put you right hand closer to the axe part, and you left hand towards the end of the handle," He was demonstrating with an imaginary axe. "Okay, now when you bring it down, make sure you slide your right hand towards your left."

    Cas did exactly as Dean told him, but he hit right next to the log, making it fall over. "What did I do wrong this time"

    "You were looking in the wrong spot", Dean said crossing his arms.

    "What do you mean?"

    "You have to look exactly where you want the axe to go."

    Cas did it one more time, this time looking directly at the middle of the log, It hit dead center and the axe went straight through it.

    "There you go," Dean smiled big, "you keep practicing, practice makes perfect." It would have been faster if Dean did it, but he couldn't help watching Cas' muscles, and how his shirt lifted a little when he extended his arms. He liked how he could see that Cas's stomach was a lighter color than his arms. Dean couldn't help but wonder what the rest of Cas' body looked like.