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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Apples, Peaches, Bananas, and Pears
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 1,166
Summary: Sam and Dean have found a home of their own and are having a housewarming party. Cas is confused.
Author’s Note: Written for a flash challenge at 1_million_words. Also, I stole the title from an old Monkees song.
“Why are we doing this again,” Dean asked, pushing a cart through the grocery store. They’d only been settled for a few weeks now, everything still felt off kilter as far as he was concerned.
“Because,” Sam said, adding a few bags of chips to the cart. “We have a home finally, Dean. Don’t you think it’d be nice to have our friends over?”
“We don’t have any friends,” Dean grunted. His mind immediately drifted towards a pair of blue eyes. He shut them out. No, not now. “Who the hell we gonna invite? Garth? Better grab more meat, Sammy.”
Sam sighed and ignored his brother.
“Dean,” a voice said from behind a towering stack of toilet paper. “Sam.”
“Cas,” Sam said, grinning. “This is the last place I ever expected to see you.”
“I’ve been in a grocery store before,” he said, tilting his head slightly to the side. “But I am not sure I have ever seen you in one until now. Either of you.”
“I’ve grocery shopped,” Dean huffed.
“Not lately,” Sam muttered. He turned back to Castiel. “Did you need something, Cas?”
“No,” he said, looking at his feet. “I was…”
“Hey, look,” Dean said, interrupting Cas. “Pie. All kind of pie.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You want pie for the party, Dean?”
“Dude,” Dean said, wandering over to the display of pies. “We’ve got to have dessert.”
Looking at Cas, Sam smiled. “Fine, pick out a pie.”
“Or three,” Dean added.
“Two should be plenty,” Sam said. “We’re not having that many people over.”
“Two is fine for the party,” Dean said, never taking his eyes off the pies, “but I need one for me. Tonight.”
“You’re having a party,” Cas asked, gaze drifting over to where Dean was making a pile of pies.
“Yeah,” Sam said, watching Cas watch his brother. “We got this house and –”
“I know about the house,” Castiel interrupted. “But that does not explain why you’re having a party.”
Sam chuckled, amused at the way Cas could still be so naïve when it came to human ways. “Yes, well, typically when you move into a new place, you have what’s called a housewarming party.”
“Oh, I see.” Cas looked around him at the items stacked everywhere. Donuts, loaves of bread, dish soap, everything a human would need for a home. “Is it also typical for the guests to bring an item in tribute?”
Stifling a laugh, Sam nodded. “Not exactly, but yes. Usually the guests bring an item of food or a gift, like a plant.”
Cas scrunched his eyes up in thought. “Humans are strange creatures.”
“Like I’ve always said,” Dean called from behind an armful of pies. “Demons I get. People are crazy.”
“What can I bring,” Cas asked.
“How about a large fruit salad?” He glanced at his brother unloading six pies into the cart. “Not that this one will eat any of it, but maybe the others will.”
“What do you consider a large fruit?”
Sam’s eyes flicked to his older sibling and he only barely checked the smile that begged to break free. “Just… Google some recipes, Cas.”
“I thought you said Cas was coming,” Dean asked. He picked up a bowl of Doritos and started munching.
“He’ll be here,” Sam said, taking the bowl away from his brother and returning it to the table. “The other guests have barely arrived. Give him a chance.”
Shrugging, Dean stole the container of pretzels while Sam was distracted with the napkins. “Sure, whatever.” A knock at the door drew both of their attentions that direction. “Maybe that’s him. Why don’t you answer the door, Dean?”
“On it,” he said, turning to exit the kitchen.
“Leave the pretzels,” Sam scolded.
“You are a party pooper,” Dean grumbled, handing over the bowl. Opening the door, he started to greet his favorite person ever and stopped, mouth halfway open. “Um, Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?”
Dean stepped back, holding the door open for the angel. Under each arm was what looked like a sapling of some sort. “What the hell are you carrying?”
“Sam said it was customary to bring food or a plant,” Cas said, setting his small trees upright. “So, I brought both.”
Blinking, Dean took in the two small trees, both with the beginnings of fruit hanging from the branches. “I –”
“This is citrus,” Cas said, pointing to the one on the left. “This is peach.”
“Sammy!”
“What’s the matter, Dean? Oh, hi, Cas.” Sam stopped several feet from where Cas stood with his baby trees. “I thought you were bringing fruit salad.”
Cas looked at his trees. “I brought the fruit,” he said, looking up at Sam. “And I brought a plant, too.”
“Yeah, well, okay,” Sam said, at a loss for words. “Dean? Can you put these outside? I’ll plant them this weekend.”
“No problem,” Dean said, happy to be let out of the bizarro conversation they were having. He lifted a tree in each hand and took them through the living room and out the back door. He settled them onto the patio and checked to see if either needed watering. Glancing at the lay of the yard, Dean moved the trees to the other side of the door, thinking they’d get more sun in that spot.
“I made a mistake.”
“What?” Dean turned to find Cas sitting on the porch swing, head bowed. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You just…”
“Misunderstood.”
“No,” Dean laughed. “You took it all a little too literally I think. But that’s okay. Sam loves his fresh squeezed orange juice, so he’ll be in heaven once that tree hits maturity.” When Cas continued to stare at his feet, Dean sat beside him on the swing.
“I am hopeless.”
He was, but Dean wouldn’t be the one to tell him that. “You have a steeper learning curve than the rest of us,” he said instead. “C’mon, let’s go back inside. I got pie.”
“I don’t eat, Dean.”
“Right,” Dean said, shooting to his feet. “More pie for me. Now get off your feathered ass before Sam comes looking for us. For some reason, he doesn’t trust me being alone with you.”
“That’s curious,” Cas said, rising from the swing and following Dean into the house.
“Isn’t it?” Dean shook his head and smiled at some redheaded hunter he barely knew. “Every time I ask him what the hell his problem is, he laughs and changes the subject. And he thinks I’m the difficult one.”
“You are,” Sam said. “But you get it honestly. Cas, I’ve got some people that want to meet you. I’ll bring him back later, Dean.”
“Oh-kay,” Dean said, watching his brother drag Cas off. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean.”
“God help the world when you figure that one out,” Jody said, winking at Dean. “Until then, we’re all going to sit back and enjoy the show.”
“Sammy,” Dean hollered. “What the hell does she mean by ‘enjoy the show’?”
Sam laughed.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 1,166
Summary: Sam and Dean have found a home of their own and are having a housewarming party. Cas is confused.
Author’s Note: Written for a flash challenge at 1_million_words. Also, I stole the title from an old Monkees song.
“Why are we doing this again,” Dean asked, pushing a cart through the grocery store. They’d only been settled for a few weeks now, everything still felt off kilter as far as he was concerned.
“Because,” Sam said, adding a few bags of chips to the cart. “We have a home finally, Dean. Don’t you think it’d be nice to have our friends over?”
“We don’t have any friends,” Dean grunted. His mind immediately drifted towards a pair of blue eyes. He shut them out. No, not now. “Who the hell we gonna invite? Garth? Better grab more meat, Sammy.”
Sam sighed and ignored his brother.
“Dean,” a voice said from behind a towering stack of toilet paper. “Sam.”
“Cas,” Sam said, grinning. “This is the last place I ever expected to see you.”
“I’ve been in a grocery store before,” he said, tilting his head slightly to the side. “But I am not sure I have ever seen you in one until now. Either of you.”
“I’ve grocery shopped,” Dean huffed.
“Not lately,” Sam muttered. He turned back to Castiel. “Did you need something, Cas?”
“No,” he said, looking at his feet. “I was…”
“Hey, look,” Dean said, interrupting Cas. “Pie. All kind of pie.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You want pie for the party, Dean?”
“Dude,” Dean said, wandering over to the display of pies. “We’ve got to have dessert.”
Looking at Cas, Sam smiled. “Fine, pick out a pie.”
“Or three,” Dean added.
“Two should be plenty,” Sam said. “We’re not having that many people over.”
“Two is fine for the party,” Dean said, never taking his eyes off the pies, “but I need one for me. Tonight.”
“You’re having a party,” Cas asked, gaze drifting over to where Dean was making a pile of pies.
“Yeah,” Sam said, watching Cas watch his brother. “We got this house and –”
“I know about the house,” Castiel interrupted. “But that does not explain why you’re having a party.”
Sam chuckled, amused at the way Cas could still be so naïve when it came to human ways. “Yes, well, typically when you move into a new place, you have what’s called a housewarming party.”
“Oh, I see.” Cas looked around him at the items stacked everywhere. Donuts, loaves of bread, dish soap, everything a human would need for a home. “Is it also typical for the guests to bring an item in tribute?”
Stifling a laugh, Sam nodded. “Not exactly, but yes. Usually the guests bring an item of food or a gift, like a plant.”
Cas scrunched his eyes up in thought. “Humans are strange creatures.”
“Like I’ve always said,” Dean called from behind an armful of pies. “Demons I get. People are crazy.”
“What can I bring,” Cas asked.
“How about a large fruit salad?” He glanced at his brother unloading six pies into the cart. “Not that this one will eat any of it, but maybe the others will.”
“What do you consider a large fruit?”
Sam’s eyes flicked to his older sibling and he only barely checked the smile that begged to break free. “Just… Google some recipes, Cas.”
“I thought you said Cas was coming,” Dean asked. He picked up a bowl of Doritos and started munching.
“He’ll be here,” Sam said, taking the bowl away from his brother and returning it to the table. “The other guests have barely arrived. Give him a chance.”
Shrugging, Dean stole the container of pretzels while Sam was distracted with the napkins. “Sure, whatever.” A knock at the door drew both of their attentions that direction. “Maybe that’s him. Why don’t you answer the door, Dean?”
“On it,” he said, turning to exit the kitchen.
“Leave the pretzels,” Sam scolded.
“You are a party pooper,” Dean grumbled, handing over the bowl. Opening the door, he started to greet his favorite person ever and stopped, mouth halfway open. “Um, Cas?”
“Yes, Dean?”
Dean stepped back, holding the door open for the angel. Under each arm was what looked like a sapling of some sort. “What the hell are you carrying?”
“Sam said it was customary to bring food or a plant,” Cas said, setting his small trees upright. “So, I brought both.”
Blinking, Dean took in the two small trees, both with the beginnings of fruit hanging from the branches. “I –”
“This is citrus,” Cas said, pointing to the one on the left. “This is peach.”
“Sammy!”
“What’s the matter, Dean? Oh, hi, Cas.” Sam stopped several feet from where Cas stood with his baby trees. “I thought you were bringing fruit salad.”
Cas looked at his trees. “I brought the fruit,” he said, looking up at Sam. “And I brought a plant, too.”
“Yeah, well, okay,” Sam said, at a loss for words. “Dean? Can you put these outside? I’ll plant them this weekend.”
“No problem,” Dean said, happy to be let out of the bizarro conversation they were having. He lifted a tree in each hand and took them through the living room and out the back door. He settled them onto the patio and checked to see if either needed watering. Glancing at the lay of the yard, Dean moved the trees to the other side of the door, thinking they’d get more sun in that spot.
“I made a mistake.”
“What?” Dean turned to find Cas sitting on the porch swing, head bowed. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You just…”
“Misunderstood.”
“No,” Dean laughed. “You took it all a little too literally I think. But that’s okay. Sam loves his fresh squeezed orange juice, so he’ll be in heaven once that tree hits maturity.” When Cas continued to stare at his feet, Dean sat beside him on the swing.
“I am hopeless.”
He was, but Dean wouldn’t be the one to tell him that. “You have a steeper learning curve than the rest of us,” he said instead. “C’mon, let’s go back inside. I got pie.”
“I don’t eat, Dean.”
“Right,” Dean said, shooting to his feet. “More pie for me. Now get off your feathered ass before Sam comes looking for us. For some reason, he doesn’t trust me being alone with you.”
“That’s curious,” Cas said, rising from the swing and following Dean into the house.
“Isn’t it?” Dean shook his head and smiled at some redheaded hunter he barely knew. “Every time I ask him what the hell his problem is, he laughs and changes the subject. And he thinks I’m the difficult one.”
“You are,” Sam said. “But you get it honestly. Cas, I’ve got some people that want to meet you. I’ll bring him back later, Dean.”
“Oh-kay,” Dean said, watching his brother drag Cas off. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean.”
“God help the world when you figure that one out,” Jody said, winking at Dean. “Until then, we’re all going to sit back and enjoy the show.”
“Sammy,” Dean hollered. “What the hell does she mean by ‘enjoy the show’?”
Sam laughed.
