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She could, but she won't. After all, they've got the Houndstooth to themselves and she's got food in the kitchen. Lucy always did have problems with the concept of growing up. Maybe that's what makes her ask in a light tone of voice. His answer makes her smile. His honest belief in people is one of her favorite things about Castiel.

She knows what that tingle up his spine signifies as well and she likes having that effect on him. He should place his hands a little lower on her hips, but she does like the way he holds onto her gently. She mock-gasps at him. "Like I would do that to you!" she says in a teasing tone of voice. "It won't take long to make chicken or a burger and fries. Oh! There is leftover homemade mac and cheese, but I made it just before lunch so it's not old."

It's for that reason Castiel sees a lot of light in her soul when his grace isn't on the fritz. To be fair, the Houndsooth is the most familiar place to him where he has her company.

Some part of him knows this, but is also certain the angle she currently has on him isn't sustainable without his hands on a firmest spot. Castiel can't see what is wrong with leftovers, but if he's learned anything from her mock gasps, it's that somehow he's seeing it in the wrong light. "Is there something wrong with the leftovers?" he asks in a puzzled tone. She confirms there is not when she brings up the mac and cheese and it sounds as appealing, if not more so than the burger and fries because it's ready. Castiel's stomach growls loud enough for the both of them to hear.

Lucy doesn't expect her soul to be light. She drinks too much and has too much sex (without being married) for one. Of course, her Baptist upbringing and Castiel don't have the same definition of good and evil. She likes his definition better.

She would grab onto his shoulders or neck if she started to slip, but she likes his hands on her regardless. There's nothing wrong with leftovers, but food is part of Lucy's love language and she doesn't want him to feel like she's slighting him by not making something especially for him. She shakes her head at his question. "I just want you to get something you like," she assures him. She laughs at the way his stomach growls. "I guess mac and cheese it is," she declares and slips out of his lap, heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

"I'll be right back," she promises him then pauses and tilts her head at him. "Or you can come to the kitchen with me. We'll raid the fridge and eat back there."

He could tell her humans have been having sex for centuries without the concept of marriage attached to it to signify the righteousness of it. However, he has some understanding why a person might not think their soul is light.

If she were to grab on to him, the result would probably not be what either of them expect and would be at somewhat passionate on his part. Firstly, food is unappealing only when he is an angel. Second, the quality he's had when he was human pales in comparison to Lucy's love language, even leftovers. He won't feel slighted over whatever she decides. He nods his head as if he understands it a little. "When you put it that way," he starts. His stomach rumbles more calmly the second time, which prompts another nod to her. "I believe that is what my stomach is trying to say, yes." Or his cravings. It's really unclear at the moment.

First she wants him to wait, then she indicates for him to follow; Cas stands on his feet, of course, without thinking too much about the mix message. "It sounds like I should go with you. I was not aware you were hungry too."

Lucy understands cravings. She also understands being hungry enough that you want the fastest food available. As long as he's happy, she's happy.

Sorry, Cas. She's not always direct. She is glad he chooses to go with her. "I'll eat a little," she assures him. Lucy tends to nibble throughout the day. She reaches for his hand, fingers threading with his fingers and leads him toward the kitchen through the swinging door. She gets a bowl of pasta and a bowl of three-cheese sauce from the industrial fridge. She puts some of both in a pot on the stovetop and turns the heat on low to start it heating. She leans her hip against the counter. "I can add lobster to it if you want. There are also cupcakes."

She also is a little better at navigating hunger than Castiel, which might be why she is his food buddy. Happiness is a complex feeling he has yet to understand, but he would think he is.

Nothing much is lost for her indirect cue. There would only be more rumors to float around if they were spotted kissing in the restaurant. ~~Or the health department would be called.~~ "Yes. Let me know how I can help." It does not occur to him that there would be any difference between a little or a lot. He folds his fingers through hers just the same as she does and matches her pace into the kitchen until it's natural that they both let go. He stands next to the fridge and observes her in a somewhat awkward fashion.

"Cupcakes um... will do. I can't speak for the lobster, but I know cupcakes stay delicious for up to a day." Because the question makes it sound like the only option was either or.

Happiness is complex and sometimes fleeting.

And Lucy has ceased to care about the rumors for a while now. In fact, she kind of likes being spotted kissing, particularly if it's Cas she's kissing. She shakes her head at his offer of help. "Just keep me company. Maybe help me work up an appetite," she winks at him.

That gets a curious look from her. "You have to try the lobster in the mac and cheese," she decides, interpreting his words as he'll take both. She gets a bowl of prepared lobster out of the fridge and dumps it into the pot of pasta and sauce heating on the stovetop, then gives it a couple of stirs, before grabbing a rootbeer float cupcake from a pastry box and presenting it to him on a black and white houndstooth napkin. "The pasta will be ready soon. Have this in the meantime." She's never abided by the rule that says dinner must be eaten before dessert.

Maybe tomorrow there will be a shocking exposé for being seen together after hours. The kissing her part is enjoyable. Double checking that she didn't need to any help only seems right. It takes him a moment to pick up her meaning behind 'appetite' and in a tongue in cheek manner, wink back. "It would help your appetite to you use Jasmine to season the mac and cheese."

Sam might have mentioned once it was an aphrodisiac in a long list of side effects.

Lobsters are the cockroaches of the sea and Castiel is no stranger to every civilization surviving off some amount of insect life. The offer is met with interest. "I would like that. And dijon mustard," he tells her, completely unaware that his tastes need to be worked on. She said to keep her company so he intends to do that the only way he knows how-- sticking relatively close, but at the same time not in her space. Offering his thoughts about food as she works is something he does real well too.

He takes the cupcake from her and after having a bite, offers a look of satisfaction. "Tasty! You make the best pastries I have ever tasted." Clearly Castiel is learning to navigate dinner from the best. Beer and dessert first.

Lucy will laugh at the expose. She might even frame it and put it on her apartment wall. The wink makes her smile because it means Cas has picked up on her flirting. He's a little like that foreign exchange student she saw a few times in college. He didn't always pick up on her flirting either. She tilts her head at Cas's suggestion. "There's Jasmine in my perfume, but I've never used it as a seasoning." Clearly she doesn't know about Jasmine being an aphrodisiac.

She considers his request with a frown then a shrug. "Okay. We'll put it on top," she says. She'll probably even try it as well. She likes trying new things, food included. H does a good job of keeping her company. She's happy to talk about food as she works and to tell him what she's doing.

She beams at his praise about the cupcakes. "thank you. I like baking. Mostly cupcakes." She tilts her head at him, stirring the pot of pasta as it begins to steam. "Have you ever tried cooking or baking?"

The picture of the two of them would have been blurry but intimate as if to convince the audience more was happening behind the scenes. It would frame neatly next to the pole in her room. Castiel picks up on things here or there, but it probably helps that he is human too. He can pick up on her flirting because he's experiencing human feelings. Comparing him to a foreign exchange student isn't far off. "I will go get some," Cas declares, though there is the element of a question there because he waits her answer. Also it's the obvious solution.

Mustard hasn't failed him yet. ~~Obama liked it.~~ It would make him happy if she did too. He smiles as if she just declared him Master Chef. Food is what seems to connect them.

When she smiles at his praise, there is an idea that takes him a second to grasp. "I have some experience with making fresh donuts. Yes, my former boss said the "microwave counts." He makes the quotation marks with his fingers and still working towards his point. "It would seem there is an opportunity for us to bake together more."

Well, now they need a picture. It doesn't bother her when he doesn't pick up on things, but it is very satisfying when he picks up on the flirting and even more so when he flirts back. She gives him a slightly confused look. "Now? Where?" She shakes her head a moment then pauses. "If you'll go look in the cabinet over there," she tilts her head to the right, "there should be some. I specified Jasmine for cooking. You'll have to tell me if they got it right." Yes, she did just wish for it.

Food and sex are easy connections.

She laughs at that. "Oh Sugar, your boss wasn't from the South, was he? The microwave does not count, but I'll show you the way," she promises and stirs the pasta once more before turning the burner off and scooping a generous helping into a large pasta bowl. She passes it over to Cas along with the mustard and makes herself a bowl.

She deserves the credit for helping him get there. Of course he can't read everything. Her confused looks stops him in his tracks. "The store," he answers. Her suggestion is much more logical though. He wouldn't have thought of that because it isn't his kitchen. He turns to the cabinet she tilts her head to and goes to bring the Jasmine to her. Before he hands it to her, he twists the lid off and gives it a couple sniffs. "Yes. This should be it," he declares after a moment. The scent isn't as strong as a human but his gut tells him it's it.

Especially would be for an angel, reborn human.

He thinks about that for a second. "No, I don't believe he was." He looks at her as if she presented him with a mystery, however, because if the microwave does not count, then what does count at the minimum. What does being the South have to do with it? He'll take his pasta and squirt the dijon on it, eat a little. It still has him on the edge of his proverbial seat to be shown the way. "You mentioned showing me the way? What is that?" he finally asks.

Yes, but this is much more convenient. Lucy abuses the wish magic often. She takes the jar from him and dips her head to take a deep breath of the Jasmine. "Do I just sprinkle it over the pasta?" she asks.

They're good connections that Lucy encourages.

Her words are a little bit of a mystery to someone without context. She really ought to explain herself more. Lucy levers herself up onto the kitchen counter and dishes up her own bowl of pasta. It takes her a second to catch up and figure out what Cas is asking about. "Oh! Cooking. What constitutes real cooking and cheating."

That particular word choice makes her pause. "Are you having sex with other people?" she blurts out.

Castiel could learn a thing or two from her. In many ways, he already has, as well. Her question turns his on the spaghetti. "Yes. That sounds correct." Of course Cas feels like there's something they're missing, a step which he can't not place. For instance, the sauce should go on top of the spaghetti beforehand.

It goes without saying that Cas could benefit from an explanation rather than none at all. Even so, the language between them is less and less a barrier each day. It does not go unnoticed that Lucy served him an ungodly amount of pasta, just like his body requires. Yes, ungodly in that God (Chuck) has a small appetite befitting his size. "I see. So, some things constitute as cheating." He nods, beginning to understand.

There could be stranger things about his word choice and the connection she draws from it. As for the shift in conversation, it seems no stranger than the ones he's had with the Winchesters. But no, he does not need to think about it to answer her. "As in right at this period of time. No. No one has expressed any interest to." In translation, neither has he.

As long as he learns the good things. Lucy does the sprinkling and finishes the pasta up. (Shhhh no missing steps).

Explanations are always good. Lucy likes communication. She's not always clear in her communication, but she thinks it's important to have. For three-fourths of his time, he doesn't eat much or at all. He has to make up for it when he's human. "Usually if you're using a mix or a microwave, it's cheating when you're cooking." See, she can clarify a little.

It's been on her mind lately. She considers his answer, mouth frowning a little as she tries to make the proper translation. "Well, that can't be accurate," she assures him. "You probably just don't realize people are interested." Which isn't her point at all. "I mean...do you want to? Have sex with other people not me. Not now, necessarily because I'm considering this a date and calling dibs on any sex you have in the next 24 to 48 hours, but in the near past or future."

Mostly good, or highly educational. The pasta looks exceptional! (No steps are missed as far as Castiel is aware.)

Communication is a good way to help Cas understand as well. Maybe it'd be in their best interest to communicate on a frequent basis. Sam would say there is plenty of lore to back up Lucy's assumption of the angel needing to eat to make up for the days his host did not. Boxed mixes in conjunction the microwave? These two things don't correlate the same in his head as they do hers, but for at least a while, he tries to grasp what she means. "There is something wrong with a mix?"

Her translation for him there is easier to grasp. Still, Castiel shakes his head as he can not recall such explicit interest from anybody. "I assure you there has not been." Lucy is correct, however, as there have been a few that have either offered him a coffee or looked like they had something in their eye. With Castiel, the hints can't just be subtle. Lucy's question provokes the thought but the answer has been clear for some time. "Oh... I see what you mean. I can't say that I have thought about having sex with other people in the last 24 to 48 hours, nor with anyone in recent past or near future. As for if I want to, I'm not sure that I do."

"Do you want to have sex with other people?"

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It probably would be good for them to actually talk on a regular basis as opposed to the pointless flirting that Lucy usually does with Cas. She is happy to help him catch up. Feeding people is one way that Lucy shows she cares. He'll get there eventually if he cooks much with her. "Half the work is done for you," she tells him. "Plus, there's less love in a mix and everyone knows making things with love makes them taste better. Clearly.

Good. She's trying to be very clear with him. She's not always good at being clear. She just rolls her eyes at him. She is not buying his assurances. She's pretty sure she's witnessed such interest while working at the Houndstooth. It's fortunate for Castiel that Lucy gave up subtle years ago (maybe around the same time that she learned to talk). She considers his answer, taking a bite of pasta to give her a little more time to think about it.

"No. More no than I ever remember since I learned about sex. It's sort of become like a job that I don't want to do anymore and..." she pauses, trying to decide how honest to be with him. "I also don't know how I feel about that."

It is a matter of prospective, and hers is not any less valid, but Castiel would not call the flirting pointless. He can understand it better when she puts that way. Love is a human concept that he himself finds he desires too. And humans have a habit of placing affection on the labor they do for others. "I think I am beginning to understand." He nods. "Next time, it would please me greatly to make you a dish."

She's being very clear... just like how he is being very clear with her. In his record keeping of events, he is not offering anything close to assurances as he only knows it as the truth. There's a lot he needs to work on to understand people in general to be less of the clueless angel he is. Yes, food is very appealing, while she takes her time to think about, he slurps up some of the noodles, using the fork more as bridge to his mouth.

"I'm not sure I follow what you are trying to say. But if you do not want to have sex anymore, then you are more than free to do so." Oh Cas, grab a clue. Lucy is not saying that at all, though he can't hide a new sense of deflatedness. "Whatever you decide, I'm still interested in maintaining a relationship with you." So where does that leave them?

His perspective is important since he's the recipient of the flirting. Maybe that's what makes him different (better) than other angels: his desire for love. It's called acts of service, Cas and it's a love language. It is a good way to express affection, particularly when words are difficult or seem inadequate.His offer gets a bright, big smile out of her. "Yes, please," she quips. She'll appreciate the effort even if it's inedible. However, Cas is good at following instructions and really, that's all a recipe is.

The cluelessness has it's charm so Lucy isn't sure she'd like to see him lose it. However, it might make living in a human world easier.

She's definitely not saying that at all. She notices the way he deflates a little and it pleases her that he looks forward to it. "You are?" She latches onto that word 'relationship'. "Do you--what am I to you, Cassie?" she tilts her head at him, curiousity clear in her expression.

Then there was no flirting. It is a trait that makes him different from most. Where he learned it though, maybe it was time or from the Winchesters example. Faith is something he would likely more proscribe it to, but he could use to learn what it is called to humans. He has a long way to go still. However, he tell that she is pleased, which in turn allows him a sense of fulfilment before he's even delivered on the promise. "Tomorrow morning," he declares. She doesn't know it but she gave him something to do in the wee hours when he's inevitably awake.

It's not likely that he will ever lose his clueless demeanour, specially when he's lived much longer than the host he inhabits, but the years he's been on Earth and knowledge he's gained will continue to enlighten him. For instance, Lucy has gotten through to him with the reasons why he shouldn't eat toothpaste anymore. That's a feat even Sam couldn't do.

Apologies there. Honestly, Castiel has no idea what she is saying and he's learned enough over time to assume such language means some space is needed. Perhaps he needs a new teacher. When she looks pleased, he finds himself even more puzzled. "Yes." Did he not say that clearly enough? He goes over the exact words he said in his head, and what she means to him to find an answer for her. "I'm not sure there is a word that describes what you are," he decides. Because friend is close and lover ("girlfriend") isn't quite where he understands it is.

Oh Cas. It's impossible for her not to have feelings for him when he looks at things through that lens. Faith is something that he and Lucy could talk about. Angels probably have a different idea of faith than humans do. Whatever it is, Lucy thinks that Castiel is exactly the sort of angel that all angels should be. Maybe he's not the most pious, but piety is hardly important when he cares the way that he does (and he can blame the Winchesters for his loss of piety). He says tomorrow morning and she leans in, her hand going to the back of his head to press a kiss to his cheek. "Okay," she nods then grabs a kitchen towel from the counter next to her to wipe the sauce off his cheek that she got on him when she kissed his cheek.

There so many things to eat that taste better than toothpaste, like mint-chocolate-chip ice cream. She's glad she can enlighten him and teach him a little. It makes her happy and makes her feel like she's contributing something to his life.

Well, she didn't phrase it particularly clearly. He did say it clearly, but she's verifying. After all, he spends most of the month as a divine creature that she once only read about in the bible and a few days as a regular guy. Sometimes a girl needs to hear it more than once. She considers his words, lips pursing and twisting to the side as she thinks. "Okay." She pauses, mulling those words over. "Okay. So we're just going to have sex with each other in the future?"

Faith and its similarities to human sensibilities would be a good talk for them. They deserve to be on the same page. Lucy may even discover that his take on faith isn't so different for him as it for humans. Faith just means that he believes in humanity and most noteworthy the people he calls friends and deeply feels a connection to. He would actually thank the Winchesters for opening his eyes over the years he's known them. Well, something about the signals Cas is getting says tonight is not the right time to vanish and start cooking using the bunker kitchen to keep Lucy's eyes off the surprise. Castiel isn't the best at reading body language so he leans in, as well, and rather than find himself too off guard by the kiss she placed to his cheek, he does the next stupid thing to come to mind. "Your hair smells good," he compliments her after smelling it. "Thank you," he adds to her wiping sauce off his face.

Only she could help him find out that mint-chocolate is a better choice because she has his ear. Most people don't seem to recognize that Sam is a nag, Castiel doesn't know why. In any case, everything Lucy does for him makes him so happy. She's enlightened him to thin mints recently as well.

Clearly, he is not making himself very clear either. "Okay" makes her sound like she has doubts, and he knows switching from angel to human for a few days a month makes his emotions harder to decipher for himself. One thing that does not help is the human language being so limited. There's no word for what he wants to say in enochian either. In fact, it occurs to him angels to not have any word in relation to love and family either. He struggles, but does not hesitate to try putting something out there for her. "I- No. That's not the exact way I would put it. As they say, "I want more.""

Oh, Cas. That's precious and endearing that he believes in humans that way. See, he's learning to read Lucy's signals as well. She doesn't mind that he's caught off guard and leans in. In fact, it teaches her that he doesn't care if she's got spaghetti breath; he'll still kiss her. The stupid thing makes Lucy beam. She appreciates any sort of positive praise. "Thanks. It's strawberry shampoo." If it's a weird compliment or a stupid thing to say, Lucy doesn't show it.

Lucy is very patient and a little weird herself. She's also adventurous so Castiel gives her a chance to try new things and encourage him to try new things as well.

Angels are dumb. One would think with all their power and knowledge they'd have a thousand words for love and family. Lucy notices his struggle but isn't sure how to help other than to listen and let him struggle. Butterflies of panic and anticipation take wing in her stomach when he says that. She puts aside the bowl of pasta in favor of focusing on him. "More how? More what?".

Perhaps he is reading her signals, which is something he could not do at first. Spaghetti breath is not a reason he would ever think to excuse himself from trying to kiss her back. On the contrary, Castiel has from time to time has made it clear her cooking has made him happy. Some tongue action wouldn't bother him either. He has noticed many times up close and personal just how arousing her personal hygiene is. He lifts his chin just a smudge higher, noting (happy with) the success of his praise. "It suits you. Strawberries were once a fruit only the wealthiest Ancient Roman could have on the dinner table. They fought wars over land that would produce 500,000,000 pounds." Tell him (ie Discovery Channel) to stop "when."

Their intricacies may yet make them a match. If there is one thing Cas has a feeling about, it's that she's opened his eyes in ways or to things the Winchesters have not done yet. He had other ideas of what adventure meant before she was in the picture.

He won't deny that his species should have words for love and family. Garrison is the closest thing to family that would ever come to mind in describing his brothers and sisters. They blindly followed an absentee God for too long. Trusted God's words. She does not make his struggle any easier by adding more doubt and question to the little he is able to muster. However, setting aside the bowl of pasta, her focus assures him she is not asking for any other purpose than to understand the same way he is trying to. "I don't know. Us."

Seem he's adapting and learning. Good to know. The next time she does something garlicky, prepare yourself, Cas because she'll kiss him with garlic breath on purpose and giggle about it. She likes smell-good stuff and she is very, very girly. That look on him is super adorable. "Smart Romans. Though they probably didn't dip them in dark chocolate before eating them." She gets a slightly puzzled look on her face. "Or maybe they did. I know chocolate has been around a long time." In short, she's only going to encourage him.

If the Winchesters had opened his eyes to the same things that Lucy has, Lucy certainly hopes there was video. Lucy likes adventure in most things. She's happy to have Cas along for the ride with her. It makes adventure more fun, no matter what it is.

Definitely not the same sort of family or love, though Lucy is certain there's a certain amount of both those things in a garrison (at least she would hope so; Cas's existence prior to the Winchesters would have been very lonely and very sad otherwise in Lucy's opinion). Sorry, Cas. She's not very good at this stuff. He has her full attention and his words make her relax. He's not asking for a commitment that could end in a broken heart (yes he is, he's just not using those labels). The smile that curves her lips is something more content and satisfied than her previous, beaming smiles. "Come here," she tells him, reaching out to grab the lapels of his coat and pull him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist to achieve the same thing. Once she's got him where she wants him, she tilts her head up into a kiss.

See, Cas, you don't have to understand it all to say the right thing.

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