CHAPTER 5
Sam’s POV:
“Samuel, what is this . . . thing?” Gadreel asked me. I looked up from where I was making a sandwich in the kitchen to see Gadreel playing around with the toaster. I chuckled and took it from him, plugging it back in and telling him not to touch it as I put some bread in.
“It’s called a toaster. It cooks bread to make it a little bit crunchier and easier to but stuff like butter, jam, peanut butter, and honey on it.” I said. Gadreel frowned and watched it as I walking to the fridge, pulling out the blackberry jam.
“SHIT!” Gadreel yelled as the toaster popped. I nearly dropped the jam and began laughing so hard it hurt, curling up on myself and loving Gadreel’s confused face. “What was that?” He asked in alarm. I took the toast out, spreading the jam across it and handing it to Gadreel.
“That’s how it tell you it’s done. It’s on a spring that pops it out of the heated metal so that it doesn’t burn. You’ll get used to it.” I said. I was still giggling. It was amusing to hear Gadreel curse, like when a kid tests it out for the first time. They know that it’s a bad word, but they don’t quite understand what it means to use it.
I finished making the sandwiches I had been working on while Gadreel tested the toast. A smile spread across his face at the taste and I chuckled again. “It is good. I see why humans eat it. Although I still don’t understand why it must be so alarming to make.” He said, glaring at the toaster. I laughed and left the room, heading down to see Crowley. I figured he’d be off of his high or whatever human blood does to him and it was safe to hang with him again.
I felt guilty lying to Dean about why I was hanging out with Crowley, but he would probably kill the King of Hell if he found out how much I was crushing on him. I was still chuckling as I entered the dungeon and Crowley raised an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny Moose?” He asked. I set the food down in front of him and unstrapped him, and he sent me a grateful look. I sat across from him and he paced around before sitting on the table again.
“I just showed Gadreel how to use a toaster. He yelled a choice word and it was extremely funny.” I said, giggling. Crowley chuckled deeply and started eating. He hummed in appreciation at the sandwich. “Moose, you make a mean sandwich.” He commented, wiping a bit of mustard off of his chin. I caught myself staring at him and quickly looked away to hide my blush. Get yourself under control Sam. It will be way too obvious if you keep blushing like this. I chided myself.
“So, Moose, to what do I owe this visit and this wonderful sandwich?” Crowley asked. He sat upright on the table as he finished, shoving the plate away from himself. I shrugged. “I did promise I would come back later, didn’t I?” I asked. Crowley shrugged. “I guess, but I’m still confused as to why.” He pointed out. I found myself fighting another furious blush as he inched closer, letting him legs hang off of the table only a few centimeters away from my shoulders.
“I . . . I guess I just like hanging out with you. Plus, Dean’s hanging out watching Sherlock with Cas, and I’m sure Gadreel is avoiding the toaster.” I joked. Crowley laughed slightly and I sat back in my chair.
“Is there a nickname or something I can call you that’s shorter then ‘Crowley’? It’s a mouthful.” I said, watching his face to see how he reacted to me taking a new step in our . . . friendship?
“Uh, I guess you can call me . . . Fergus. It was my human name, and I had more friends than I have in a long time.” He said, the smallest of blushes entering his checks. “Fergus? Really? I wouldn’t have taken you for a ‘Gus’.” I said, jostling him with my elbow as his blush deepened.
ČTEŠ
Mistakes
FanfikceAU: Gadreel wasn't the one to let the snake into the Garden, but he was blamed none the less. Now he must choose between helping the Winchesters and taking orders from Metatron. Will he blindly follow Metatron’s commands like the soldier he was crea...