forum This is stupid // OxO // Closed

Started July 25, 2019 by @Fraust

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"I'm really sorry," he continued wiping his wound. "Anyways, Cas," He started, trying to take his mind off the pain. "Have you ever been in a high school?"

Cas shook his head. "I-I was homeschooled up until I ran away when I was twelve."

"Oh, right," Sorin set the blood-stained wipe aside and examined that wound. He dug into the box and opened another one. "Would you like to? That is, when I'm done teaching you all the basics, of course." He lightly dabbed the wound.

"I mean, maybe… I don't see why not, other than I'm currently illiterate." Cas winced a bit.

"Sorry," Sorin set the wipe aside and grabbed a tube of antibiotic ointment. "We'll work on that after breakfast." He squeezed a bit on the tip of his finger and rubbed it into the injured area.

"Ow!" Cas pulled his arm away, turning his ears back. "Th-That hurts!"

"Sorry, sorry," Sorin wrapped his wound with gauze and kissed the back of his hand when he was done. "I'm sorry."

Cas looked up at Sorin warily for a moment before hugging him gently.

Sorin kissed the top of his head and held him for a while. He broke away from Cas, bent down to pick up the wipes he had used and threw them away along with the gloves.

"Are we making pancakes now?" Cas asked, gently massaging his arm.

"Yes," He reached into his cupboard and grabbed a pan. "Hey, you know what? Come here." He placed the pan on the stove.

"What do you need?" Cas asked, coming when he was called.

"I'm going to teach you,"– he grabbed a large bowl from one of the kitchen cabinets and placed it on the counter–"how to make pancakes."

"Ooooh." Cas looked into the bowl, his tail pricking up.

Sorin gathered flour, blueberries, baking soda, baking powder, and sugar. What else am I miss– He opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs and butter. "Alright Cas, have you ever cooked before?"

Cas nodded. "My dad made me cook for him a lot, although I didn't really know how to make anything other than ramen and grilled cheese."

Sorin shook his head. "Unbelievable…" He muttered as he grabbed a whisk and measuring cup. As if his dad wasn't bad enough… "Cas you mind grabbing the milk?"

"Sure!" Cas grabbed the milk from the fridge, the heavy carton dragging his hands down a bit as he carried out over. He set it on the counter with a dull thud.

"Okay, so first, we're going to pour 1 1/4 cups of flour," He handed him the large sack and pointed at the measuring cup. "Pour it into this cup and i'll tell you when to stop."

Cas obeyed, carefully tipping the bag so flour started falling into the cup.

Sorin held the cup in place and narrowed his eyes on the tiny numbers. "Okay…now…stop."

He quickly brought the bag back up, getting flour on himself as he stumbled back a bit.

Sorin smiled at him and handed him the cup. "Now, pour it into,"– he pointed to the large bowl behind him. "that bowl."

"Okay." Cas transferred the flour, careful not to lose any of it. "What next?"

"Okay, now as for the baking powder," he rummaged his drawer for the measuring spoons and handed it to Cas. "Pour a tablespoon of it."

He found the tablespoon and put the baking powder in with the flour.

"Good, now… 1 1/4 teaspoons of sugar," Sorin put away the baking soda, realizing he didn't need it.

They went on like this until they had the ingredients and started mixing it. "Oh… you have some batter on your hands." Cas grabbed Sorin's wrist and gently stuck his fingers in his mouth.

Sorin's mouth parted slightly as his face began to warm. "I, um… we should– we should start pouring the batter in the… in the pan."

"Hmm?" Cas looked up at Sorin, his fingers still in his mouth. His tail swayed calmly behind him.