Finding You

Finding You: Chapter Thirteen

I'm so sorry I suck at updating! Where did the first two months of the year go? I've been so busy these past 5 months with balancing a musical production and school that I didn't find the time to write or get this edited within an appropriate amount of time. I'm so sorry again! Without further ado, chapter 13!

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Dean POV

"Nova! Dinner is ready!" I called, helping Cas set the table. The familiar sound of her running down the stairs soon followed. She appeared in the kitchen doorway, excitement written on her features.

"Fooooooood!" she exclaimed, plopping into her seat as I set the beans on the table.

"Burritos!" I exclaimed as her eyes widened at the food making rings on the table.

"Thank you Daddy! Thank you Cas!" She said as Cas helped her get her plate together.

"So, Nova, what did you do in class today?" I knew that was a loaded question, since once Nova got started she would continue on and on and on and on. Nova adored Ms. Spruce, her lively and engaging third grade teacher who had a knack for explaining all the concepts I myself had struggled with at my daughter's age, though it certainly helped that Science was already one of Nova's favorite subjects. I didn't want to supply the dialogue this time, too much was going through my mind that I couldn't say. Everything from the way Nova spoke to the things she spoke about, was growing more and more clever by the day. Though I'd have to be hard pressed to admit it I was starting to have a hard time keeping up with her, and I was prouder than anything. I knew she was going to go a lot further than I did in school. In fact, I counted on it. My little Supernova was going to achieve everything she could possibly want in life, the moon and stars and endless galaxies.

"Ooo! We had a science day today! Remember how we had to bring in old crayons? We got to stick our crayons to a huge canvas and melt them! She was talking about how matter has reversible changes and irreversible changes. She had us hypothesize what would happen and I was one of the only ones who guessed correctly!"

Nova went on about her day all throughout dinner. She was so wrapped up in her explanation I had to remind her to actually eat her dinner more than once. Cas and I laughed at the wild stories that came along with the experiment that had taken place in her class that day, and simply enjoyed the moment for what it was. There may be a few pieces missing but there was still the feeling of belonging that neither Cas nor myself felt ready to speak up about. For this one brief moment in time, I wanted to pretend things were as they had been before Cas disappeared.

"Okay Nova, have you gotten all of your homework done?" I asked when she was finished explaining her day and chatting with Cas.

"No Dad, I've got a little bit left," She replied, taking the last bite of her burrito.

"Why don't you go and finish it while I grab the dishes?" I suggested. Nova smiled and nodded, picking up her plate and taking it to the kitchen before dashing upstairs to finish what she had left.

I stood up with my plate and reached for Cas' only to be stopped by him grabbing it himself.

"I can help with the dishes, Dean," He said as he made his way to the kitchen before I could object. I sighed and picked up some other empty dishes before joining him.

I walked in to see him putting dishes away from the dishwasher with the same practiced ease as before. I bit my tongue and went back out to collect the rest of the things from the table. He was done unloading when I came back. I took my place at the sink and began rinsing dishes and plates while he loaded them into the dishwasher.

"You find where to put everything away okay?" I asked nonchalantly, handing him a glass.

"Yes, Dean. I've been in your kitchen before," He replied.

"Then you'll know where the alcohol is. Do you want something?"

~Cas POV~

As Dean turned towards the liquor cabinet, I tried not to think about how achingly familiar Dean felt to me. From the curve of his brow to the spread of his shoulders, I knew that at one point I must have spent years memorizing each and every part of this man.

It struck me as two glasses were placed carefully on the counter that I haven't really had a home cooked meal with anyone but myself since what I assumed was before I lost my memory. And my family.

Dean handed over the glass that had been filled near the point of overflowing with the dark amber liquid, grinning before saying "You know, according to chemistry, whiskey is a solution,"

"It's only a solution if you're an alcoholic, Dean," I replied snarkily, taking the glass with a smirk before enjoying it's taste. Dean laughed somewhat bitterly before taking a swing of his own glass.

He poured another round, and I thought about how it felt for me to be with Dean and Nova. I compared it to all the nights I spent alone. This time I slowly sipped my drink and realized that even if I hadn't lost my memory and our lives had never crossed paths before, I still would have been drawn towards Dean.

"You shouldn't pour me another one, I don't think. I have to drive home tonight," I laughed as I finished off the last of the drink. Dean nodded and put the bottle back up in the cabinet and the glasses in the sink. He then walked me to the door, reaching past me and over my shoulder to open it before I could. For the briefest moment I entertained the thought that if I leaned back or he leaned forward we'd be pressed up against each other. Realizing I'd frozen up if only for a second, I hurriedly collected myself. I felt like a fumbling teenager and I didn't know how I felt about that.

"Drive safe, yeah?" He said, a small smile gracing his features as he shifted to lean against the door frame.

"I will, thank you Dean," I replied, waving goodbye as I made my way down the front steps to my car. I felt his eyes on me the whole way to my car. Only once I got into my car did I see the light from the entryway disappear. A small part of me wanted to stay in this warm, inviting house rather than going back to my lonely and most definitely freezing apartment. Recently I had found myself coming here more than my own place. This felt more like home than anything my apartment had to offer me.

I started the engine, allowing the car to heat up a bit before driving into the night.

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Thank you so much for reading! I'll do better in the coming months to post more frequently, I know how much it sucks waiting for an update. Please show your love through commenting and such, I promise I see everything (I'll be doing a shout out on tumblr soon!) and I reply back to your comments. Love you all!