Just Muse Me: A Peace of Pie
On The Road
In a small diner, in a small down somewhere in middle-America Castiel found peace. He had come for pie, so peace was an unexpected but much needed discovery. His existence was filled with running and researching. In between escaping his brothers, he was trying to find something to mask Dean and Sam. He had so far found temporary solutions at best. He could give the Winchesters something to hold his brothers at bay but nothing that would last.
Perhaps if he had more time to look, he’d find something but his brothers are very good at finding him and very angry. He hasn’t fallen, he still has his Grace, but that just means it was easier for them to find him. He was getting better at staying low, out of their sight but he still spends a great deal of time running.
What he needed was a moment to himself to rest. He cannot go to church. It would be easy for his brothers to find him there. He chose a place where none of his brothers would think to look and that was where he found peace, pie and the Winchester brothers.
He was already eating when they came in the front door, both of them scanning the place for any threat. Dean spotted him first and looked relieved for a moment before scowling. Sam looked nervous when he figured out what Dean was looking at but Castiel just continues to eat his cherry pie with patient, deliberate moves.
“What do you want, Cas?” Dean asked when he sat down across from him in the booth.
“I am not here for you, Dean,” he replied quietly. “I came here for pie.”
Both the Winchesters looked surprised at that. In his time exploring Earth, before his brothers had dragged him back to Bible camp as Dean had put it, he had never taken the time to simply enjoy human things. He could now. He was running now.
“Pie?” Sam looked between him and Dean.
“Hey, it’s not my fault. He did it himself.”
Sam still looked wary but Castiel forgave him. After the things he had done recently, Castiel didn’t feel as if he deserved Sam’s trust. He had been used by both Heaven and Hell. He would wait for the younger Winchester to trust him again.
“I did,” Castiel agreed. “I thought it might help me regain some energy.”
He paused for a moment to take a bite. When he finished he spoke again.
“I have lost a lot of blood lately.”
A dark look passed over Dean’s face, but Sam just looked confused. After a moment, Dean shifted awkwardly in his seat then jerked his chin at Castiel’s plate.
“How is it?”
“Very good.” There was a brief hint of a smile. “Though you may think otherwise. You have had a great deal more pie than I have.”
“Well then, I better judge.” Dean called the waitress over and charmed her into bringing a slice of apple for him and pecan for Sam. There was also coffee and a number written on Dean’s napkin but Castiel knew Dean wouldn’t call. There was just too much going on for such things as the pleasures of the flesh. They all lapsed into silence while waiting for Dean to take his first bite.
“It’s pretty good.” Dean took a second bite then nodded in approval. “It’s good.”
Sam shook his head at his brother and they all quietly ate together. They didn’t talk about the war or Lucifer or Zachariah. They talked about what other foods Castiel would have to try which resulted in an argument between Sam and Dean about if he had to eat healthy or not. Dean tried to bring him into it, but his dry responses ended it very quickly. Instead, the brothers argued between themselves and Castiel spoke up when he thought it was appropriate.
They lingered together and for a brief time were not an angel on the run, or two brothers who were chosen for things beyond their understanding. They were simple a band of brothers sharing a meal, sharing peace together with some brief smiles and deep understanding.
In a small diner, in a small down somewhere in middle-America Castiel found peace. He had come for pie, so peace was an unexpected but much needed discovery. His existence was filled with running and researching. In between escaping his brothers, he was trying to find something to mask Dean and Sam. He had so far found temporary solutions at best. He could give the Winchesters something to hold his brothers at bay but nothing that would last.
Perhaps if he had more time to look, he’d find something but his brothers are very good at finding him and very angry. He hasn’t fallen, he still has his Grace, but that just means it was easier for them to find him. He was getting better at staying low, out of their sight but he still spends a great deal of time running.
What he needed was a moment to himself to rest. He cannot go to church. It would be easy for his brothers to find him there. He chose a place where none of his brothers would think to look and that was where he found peace, pie and the Winchester brothers.
He was already eating when they came in the front door, both of them scanning the place for any threat. Dean spotted him first and looked relieved for a moment before scowling. Sam looked nervous when he figured out what Dean was looking at but Castiel just continues to eat his cherry pie with patient, deliberate moves.
“What do you want, Cas?” Dean asked when he sat down across from him in the booth.
“I am not here for you, Dean,” he replied quietly. “I came here for pie.”
Both the Winchesters looked surprised at that. In his time exploring Earth, before his brothers had dragged him back to Bible camp as Dean had put it, he had never taken the time to simply enjoy human things. He could now. He was running now.
“Pie?” Sam looked between him and Dean.
“Hey, it’s not my fault. He did it himself.”
Sam still looked wary but Castiel forgave him. After the things he had done recently, Castiel didn’t feel as if he deserved Sam’s trust. He had been used by both Heaven and Hell. He would wait for the younger Winchester to trust him again.
“I did,” Castiel agreed. “I thought it might help me regain some energy.”
He paused for a moment to take a bite. When he finished he spoke again.
“I have lost a lot of blood lately.”
A dark look passed over Dean’s face, but Sam just looked confused. After a moment, Dean shifted awkwardly in his seat then jerked his chin at Castiel’s plate.
“How is it?”
“Very good.” There was a brief hint of a smile. “Though you may think otherwise. You have had a great deal more pie than I have.”
“Well then, I better judge.” Dean called the waitress over and charmed her into bringing a slice of apple for him and pecan for Sam. There was also coffee and a number written on Dean’s napkin but Castiel knew Dean wouldn’t call. There was just too much going on for such things as the pleasures of the flesh. They all lapsed into silence while waiting for Dean to take his first bite.
“It’s pretty good.” Dean took a second bite then nodded in approval. “It’s good.”
Sam shook his head at his brother and they all quietly ate together. They didn’t talk about the war or Lucifer or Zachariah. They talked about what other foods Castiel would have to try which resulted in an argument between Sam and Dean about if he had to eat healthy or not. Dean tried to bring him into it, but his dry responses ended it very quickly. Instead, the brothers argued between themselves and Castiel spoke up when he thought it was appropriate.
They lingered together and for a brief time were not an angel on the run, or two brothers who were chosen for things beyond their understanding. They were simple a band of brothers sharing a meal, sharing peace together with some brief smiles and deep understanding.