I Am Complete

CHAPTER 14

SAM'S POV:

Someone is cooking. I knew it as soon as I woke up. I don't know who's cooking, but whatever they're making, it smells good. As soon as I change, I walk out of my room and into the kitchen. I see Andy standing in front of the oven pulling out a batch of muffins, Cas observing her do it. "Good morning!" She says cheerfully. I take a peek at the muffins and my mouth waters. "Those look amazing." I say. Andy thanks me and moves the muffins out of the pan and onto a plate. "Go wake up your brother, otherwise these'll get cold."

I head into Dean's room and shake him awake. He complains, but then I tell him about the fresh baked muffins. He stumbles out of the bed and rushes to change, wanting to get his hands on some of the baked goods. He races out and sits at the table, gazing at the muffins adoringly. Andy passes out plates and we dig in. "These muffins are the best muffins I have ever tasted." I tell her. I'm not even joking. I had no idea she could bake like this.

"I'm glad you guys like them. It's the least I can do." She smiles at us. "Andy taught me how to make muffins. Apparently muffins taste better when cooked." Cas says. Andy chuckles a bit. "He tried to make one batch, and forgot to turn the oven on. They were in there for a good twenty minutes before I noticed." I take another bite of muffin. "I'm just surprised he didn't light anything on fire." Dean says. Cas scowls. "I don't light things on fire that often." We both just look at him. "It's not my fault that your food is so hard to make." Cas mumbles.

"Dude. You once stood in the freezer for thirty minutes because the recipe said to chill." I remind him. Andy giggles a bit. "How was I supposed to know it meant the food?" Andy is full on laughing now, her back shaking. "It's not that funny!" Cas argues. "Yes it is." Andy says, laughing harder. I find myself joining in, her laughter infectious. Dean begins to laugh too. Cas tries to keep his scowl, but he can't stop himself from smiling.

ANDY:

I feel at home. That shouldn't be such a weird thing to say, but it is. I haven't felt at home in a long time. But as I sit around this table, laughing and joking with these guys, I feel like I'm finally home. All my walls are down, my misgivings and barriers forgotten. I'm just me, and they seem to like that. It's refreshing to be wanted for a change. I can't believe I only met these guys a month or so ago. It feels like I've always known them.

I've just met Cas, but from what the boys have told me, I feel like I know him completely. He's friendly, his gravelly voice full of kindness. He sits super close to Dean, their legs touching. They're holding hands, small smiles on their faces. It's adorable. I look over at Sam. He's looking down at his empty plate, but he must sense my eyes on him. He looks up and smiles at me, a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks.

He doesn't know that I know that he likes me. I wish I could tell him that I like him back, I just don't know how. Romance is hard.