Never or Forever

almaasi:

(5k Jody POV Destiel fic.) Dean thinks he’s single. Jody sees him interact with Cas, and concludes the exact opposite.

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Jody had not planned for a full house, but she got one anyway.

First Dean and Sam arrived, without warning – because Dean needed to “borrow the shower for two minutes”, which actually meant he would be “in there for two hours” and “use all the nice soap”.

Alex and Claire lived here, so they already had seats at the table. But then Patience arrived with a stack of books and a deep frown, muttering about either magic or mathematics, so Jody told her to pull up a chair.

Sam and Patience fell into an animated conversation somewhere between the moment Alex’s new boyfriend arrived, saw the crowd, and immediately left, and when Donna called and asked if anyone wanted barbeque leftovers.

Jody said yes to the barbeque leftovers. She did a head-count and realised Kaia had snuck in when nobody was paying attention, and now they were down a chair.

“Gettin’ kinda crowded in here, huh,” Dean remarked, sauntering into the kitchen, drying his hair with one of Jody’s best towels. He was all spiky-haired and clean now, and looked less like a dust bunny than when he’d arrived. “At least we brought a pie for dessert. You need some help with the food? If you’ve got eggs and onions, I make a mean inch-thick tortilla.”

“Have at it,” Jody said blandly, cocking her head towards the stove. She still crouched in front of the open fridge, taking out stacks of leftovers. “There’s two-day old fries, chuck them in too.”

“Awesome,” Dean said, tossing away his towel. He washed his hands, and then prepared to cook, leaving Jody to organise plates and cutlery and drinks – damn it, they needed drinks.

“Let’s see. We got flat ginger ale and expired cranberry juice, take your pick,” Jody said, placing both on the counter.

Dean scoffed, amused. “I can tell Cas to pick up somethin’ on the way.”

Jody smiled. “Well, with eight people already, what difference would a ninth make? That tortilla of yours better go a long way.”

“Hey, Cas barely eats, he’s probably just gonna sit there and stare at us, it’s fine,” Dean grinned, wiping his hand on his discarded towel as he left a lump of butter sizzling. “I’mma call him. Watch the pan for me? Once the butter’s melted, it needs twelve eggs. Then scramble.”

“Got it,” Jody said, watching Dean head out to the patio to make his call.

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