(from the same universe as my fics Almost a Duty (http://kijikun.livejournal.com/996386.html) and Touch (http://www.livejournal.com/users/kijikun/987163.html). Sorry that is probably not what you wanted.)
The waitress, Tami, sits down the whole chocolate pie on the table. Claire goes wide eyed and Tami winks at Dean. "No ones ordered any all night, and it'll just go to waste," she explains, with a smile.
Dean's pretty sure she's lying, just like he's sure that's her phone number of the napkin she put down with pie. Sam and Claire are already hovering over the pie with their forks.
"Should we cut it?" Claire asks. She keeps glancing at Cas. The angel has that little disapproving frown on as he looks at Dean, and hell no, if Cas doesn't want his kid - ward - whatever digging into a whole pie while he needs to speak up himself.
"Nah, why bother?" Dean grins. He digs his fork into the pie and takes a large bite. It's good, not as good as apple pie but he's still trying to bring Claire around to his way of thinking on that. He'd forgotten how damn stubborn nine year old's could be.
They all dig in and quickly devouring the pie. Cas eats a few bites after coaxing from both Dean and Claire. He coincides that the pie is enjoyable, then confesses almost guiltily that he liked the apple pie better.
Claire gives him a look of traitor before being distracted by fighting Sam for the last bite.
They don't leave right away, talkign shop about the next job in a nearby town (and it own the way to Ellen's, because the roads no place for a kid but they can't just ignore jobs they come across)-- a group of divorced parents disappeared with their children on a camping trip only for the children to reappear alone a few days later with no memory of the trip.
Claire half asleep by the time they leave, and falls asleep on her cot almost as soon as they get back to the motel room.
Sam goes out to get a book from the Impala, leaving Dean alone with Castiel. And it's the first time they've been alone so Dean kissed him and Castiel acted like Dean's burned him. Or had a forked tongue.
"Gluttony is a sin," Castiel says, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds. He's watching Claire with his human eyes, but Dean shivers knowing he's been watched closely. "I do not understand why humans engage in it. There was no need to partake in the entire pie."
Dean doesn't sit down next to him, though he'd like too. "That wasn't gluttony," Dean tells him. "That was...making up for all the times there wasn't any pie."
Castiel turns his head towards Dean, and tilts his head to the side. "I do not understand."
Dean frowns and tries to think of another way to explain it. Because he hears the accusation in Castiel words, how Dean's exposing Claire to sin.
He pulls an extra blanket off his bed and settles it over Claire. "Sometimes there are so few good things in life, Cas. And Claire's going to remember tonight as a good thing. She's going to remember the pie, not the ice and the blood."
"I wish for her to have good things," Cas whispers.
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Gluttony (G)
Date: 2009-12-08 09:45 pm (UTC)The waitress, Tami, sits down the whole chocolate pie on the table. Claire goes wide eyed and Tami winks at Dean. "No ones ordered any all night, and it'll just go to waste," she explains, with a smile.
Dean's pretty sure she's lying, just like he's sure that's her phone number of the napkin she put down with pie. Sam and Claire are already hovering over the pie with their forks.
"Should we cut it?" Claire asks. She keeps glancing at Cas. The angel has that little disapproving frown on as he looks at Dean, and hell no, if Cas doesn't want his kid - ward - whatever digging into a whole pie while he needs to speak up himself.
"Nah, why bother?" Dean grins. He digs his fork into the pie and takes a large bite. It's good, not as good as apple pie but he's still trying to bring Claire around to his way of thinking on that. He'd forgotten how damn stubborn nine year old's could be.
They all dig in and quickly devouring the pie. Cas eats a few bites after coaxing from both Dean and Claire. He coincides that the pie is enjoyable, then confesses almost guiltily that he liked the apple pie better.
Claire gives him a look of traitor before being distracted by fighting Sam for the last bite.
They don't leave right away, talkign shop about the next job in a nearby town (and it own the way to Ellen's, because the roads no place for a kid but they can't just ignore jobs they come across)-- a group of divorced parents disappeared with their children on a camping trip only for the children to reappear alone a few days later with no memory of the trip.
Claire half asleep by the time they leave, and falls asleep on her cot almost as soon as they get back to the motel room.
Sam goes out to get a book from the Impala, leaving Dean alone with Castiel. And it's the first time they've been alone so Dean kissed him and Castiel acted like Dean's burned him. Or had a forked tongue.
"Gluttony is a sin," Castiel says, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds. He's watching Claire with his human eyes, but Dean shivers knowing he's been watched closely. "I do not understand why humans engage in it. There was no need to partake in the entire pie."
Dean doesn't sit down next to him, though he'd like too. "That wasn't gluttony," Dean tells him. "That was...making up for all the times there wasn't any pie."
Castiel turns his head towards Dean, and tilts his head to the side. "I do not understand."
Dean frowns and tries to think of another way to explain it. Because he hears the accusation in Castiel words, how Dean's exposing Claire to sin.
He pulls an extra blanket off his bed and settles it over Claire. "Sometimes there are so few good things in life, Cas. And Claire's going to remember tonight as a good thing. She's going to remember the pie, not the ice and the blood."
"I wish for her to have good things," Cas whispers.
Dean nods. "Yeah, I know you do, buddy."