I Am Complete

CHAPTER 26

ANDY'S POV:

When Jeremy told me that his husband was closer to my size, I thought the clothes might almost fit. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. I'm drowning in a black t-shirt and I had to roll the jeans up six times to get them to keep from touching the ground. Not a great fit, but at least it's dry. The shivers are starting to subside and feeling is returning to my body.

The boys take one look at me before laughing. Well, Sam tries not to laugh, but he fails. Dean on the other hand doesn't even try not to laugh. "Stop laughing, you two. The only reason I'm wearing this is because I was saving your butt, Winchester." Jeremy studies my outfit and crosses his arms. "Oh dear. I thought that would be a better fit." This makes the boys start laughing all over again.

"Thank you for the clothes, Jeremy." I tell him. "No worries. It's the least I can do, you almost died to get rid of that ghost." I smile at him. "That's our job." I walk over to Sam and grab his hand. "I'm sorry about your painting." Sam says. Jeremy waves it off. "Not the first time it's happened, and it won't be the last. I'm just glad I got some photos of it." He's surprisingly chill for a guy that just lost a thousand-dollar painting.

We say our thank yous and goodbyes, Jeremy promising that he would help out if we were ever in town again. Once we're in the car, I lay down on the seat. "I need to change, and then we're going out for food. Warm food. And hot chocolate." The boys voice their agreement and we head back to the hotel, leaving Jeremy behind.

Once I've changed into clothes that actually fit, I make the boys take me to the nearest diner. I order a hot chocolate and a piece of pie. People give me some odd looks, probably because it's boiling outside, and no one in their right mind drink hot chocolate in that type of weather. Despite their judgements, I very much enjoy my hot chocolate and pie. Very refreshing after almost freezing to death.

Dean tries to steal a forkful of my pie. "Dean, you have your own!" I laugh, pulling my plate away. "But I already finished my slice." he whines. Sam grabs a forkful before I can stop him, and I whack his shoulder. "Seriously you two? Just buy another slice!" I pull my plate away from Sam, placing my arm around it. "Sharing is caring." Dean tries to steal a forkful and I hit his hand away. "Maybe I don't care." Sam pouts, giving me his puppy dog eyes. "Alright alright, I care. Now stop giving me the puppy dog eyes before I die of cuteness." I relinquish my pie, and Dean digs right in. "I knew you cared." Sam says, kissing me.

Once Dean finishes eating my pie, we return to the motel room and pack up. We make the long drive back to the bunker, listening to Dean's music the whole way. When we finally get back to the bunker, I climb out and stretch my limbs, muscles taut from sitting for so many hours. "Home sweet home." I mutter.

Cas is sitting at the table, a large book in his hands. "Hi, angel." Dean says, giving Cas a kiss on the head. Cas looks up, a small smile on his face. "Hello, Dean." He puts his book down, marking his place with a strip of red fabric tied to the spine. "I learned something interesting this weekend." Sam raises an eyebrow. "What did you learn?" he asks. "Did you know that pineapple eats you while you eat it? A terrible addition on my father's part." Dean chuckles. "Good to know." Cas furrows his brow. "Actually, it might have been Gabriel who added that. Seems like something he would do."

"Gabriel? Like the archangel?" I question. "Yeah. He's a douche." Dean explains. Cas nods in agreement. "He's a good guy though." Sam adds. "So which is he? A douche or a good guy?" I look between the two brothers. "He's a good douche." Cas explains. "He's saved our asses a few times." Dean crosses his arms. "He basically raised me, since God wasn't really around. He was a terrible influence and set horrendous examples, but he did a pretty good job." Cas adds.

I swear, the more I learn from the Winchesters, the more crazy the world seems.