Remember

Dean

Sam slept in the back snoring like crazy. I had put on some old cassette tapes so Metallica played as I drove.
"I like your music." Cas said.
"Really?" I asked surprised.
"Yes. I really do."
"That's cool. Thanks again for saving me again."
"Dean, it's no problem."
"Okay. So, we went on a hunt. Now what? Is the kids deal just gone? Do you have to go speak to the Devil again? What's happening now?" I asked.
"I don't know. I guess I need to visit Lucifer again. I can go tonight if you want." Cas replied quietly.
"I mean... I don't really care about the kid. Just Sam... And you now."
'Did I just say that?' I thought to myself.
"So, if you need to visit Hell tonight, I mean... Yeah."
"Okay. I will."
"Thanks." I said making a sudden movement for his hand. I squeezed it in mine before letting go.
"Sorry. I didn't mean too." I said awkwardly.
"It's okay, Dean."

We arrived home at five in the morning. I woke up Sam who made his way to his room to sleep some more. I put our stuff in our rooms and left all the guns in the trunk of the car. Cas sat in front of the turned off television. I grabbed a couple beers and joined him.
"Let's watch a show." I muttered turning on the tv. We watched tv for about two hours before I got up to make breakfast.
Cas joined me in the kitchen as I poured pancake mix onto the pan. I also had eggs and bacon being prepared. My eggs started to burn so I jumped to them until I smelt the pancakes burn as well.
"Cas! Help me. Flip the pancakes hurry!" I instructed.
"Dean, I don't know how." He hovered over the pancakes awkwardly.
I laughed and took the slightly runny, slightly burnt eggs off the stove as well as the bacon.
"Here, let me teach you." I reached around him grabbing the spatula.
"It's simple okay. You just slide the spatial under. You watching Cas? And then you just flip." I flipped the a cake over showing watching Castiel out of the corner of my eye. "Wanna try?" I asked.
"I don't know..."
"Come on. It's easy. You know you want to..." I teased.
"Ok." He took the spatula from my hand, imitating my grip. Just like I showed him, he slid it under.
"Good, now just flip it."
Before I knew it, a half cooked pancake flew out of the pan leaving mix all across the stove. Immediately Cas started to apologize.
"Cas, Cas." I laughed. "It's okay! It happens. I'll clean it up. Here try another."
"Dean, I don't think I should. I'll just make a bigger mess."
"I help you more this time. Look, this ones ready." I got closer to Cas, and wrapped my hand around his.
"Just like this. Slid it under. Pick it up slightly, and move it to the side so you have room." I moved his hand and with a flip of our wrists, I flipped over the pancake. "See, it's easy." I whispered. I suddenly realized how close we were. I was pushed up against his back. One arm wrapped around his waist and the other one holding his hand and the spatula. I coughed slightly and backed up. "Uh sorry, I should wake Sam. Breakfast will be ready soon, so..."

At noon, we gathered in the living room. Sam called Kevin over and relayed last nights events to him. We discussed what to do next and decided that Castiel would visit Hell again.