petwinchester:
ask-trans-deanna:
Deanna smiled at Dean’s enthusiasm, she hoped that he’d be alright during their talk, but first they had to get home. They rounded a corner and she led him up to a duplex, “Here’s home.” She reached into her pocket, pulled out her keys, and unlocked the kitchen door. She held the door open for Dean as she took off her shoes and set the food on the table.
“Pick a chair, and I’ll grab some plates.” Deanna walked over to a cabinet, pulled out two plates and a couple of serving spoon. She set the plates down on the table and opened the to-go boxes. “Get however much you want.” Serving herself with one serving spoon, she handed the other to Dean.
“T-thank you,” Dean smiled at her. He looked at the two boxes, leaning over to smell them. They both smelled delicious. With a little bit of effort he scooped some of both boxes onto his plate and started to eat. They tasted really good—but like nothing he had ever eaten before.
He ate the food, careful not to make eye contact. Now that he was at her home, the idea of telling her his past made him uncomfortable. Maybe if he didn’t make eye contact she would forget her request.
Deanna watched Dean as he ate, she knew why he was nervous, she knew he didn’t want to talk about his world, his past. Sighing, she took another bite, “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but…” trailing off she bit into some pineapple to gather her thoughts. “We’ll have to at least talk about the way your world worked. So I can show you what to do here… like greeting people.”
“And then after we can watch a movie…” She thought for a second, “Actually, you don’t have to even tell me all at once, we can make it into lessons, and after each lesson we watch a different movie. How does that sound?”
