Supernatural Oneshots

Destiel: I don't need pie

3rd persons POV

Dean walked into the bunker with a massive grin on his face. I mean he married the best person in the world, his angel boyfriend Castiel. The wedding was huge; Everyone had appeared. All of the hunters closest friends and family and Castiels family. Even Lucifer had made an appearance for his favourite brother, although he had been shackled to the pews and was under constant surveillance.

He continued to walk along the corridors until he had reached his...no their bedroom. He found his beautiful husband asleep on their bed, his trenchcoat draped over him like a blanket. He tiptoed in quietly and lay down next to him and closed his eyes. He felt a shuffle next to him and he opened his eyes to reveal Cas's smiling face.

"Hello Dean. How was your hunt?" he kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Ugh it was a tough one. But nothing Sammy and I couldn't handle."Cas nodded, his face pure and full of innocence.

"Are you hungry?" Cas asked, sitting up straight in bed. Dean nodded. he watched as his husband stood up and walked to the door before turning round.

"Stay here. And don't move a muscle." he lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt his eyes droop shut as he feel into a deep sleep. He awoke a couple hours later to the faint smell of burning and a cloud of black smoke leaking into the room. He ran along the corridors until he got to the kitchen. He kicked the door down and was immediately shrouded in smoke. He pulled open the windows and released everything outside. When the room had finally clean he turned to see Cas in burnt clothes and a "Kiss the cook" apron, his face covered in various food smudges. Dean smirked at him.

"I was trying to figure out how to work this infernal contraption." Cas pointed towards the oven. "But I don't know how." Cas pouted. Dean started to giggle which turned into a laugh. His husbands frown soon disappeared and was replaced by a smile.

"Aw Cas you should've asked. What were to trying to make anyway?" Cas held up something that was so charred it was indistinguishable.

"It was apple pie. You're favourite. I even made some cream to go with it." Dean picked up the bowl of cream of the table. He dipped his finger in it and licked it. He moaned with happiness.

"Screw the pie. This is really good!" Cas smiled. Dean took a massive dollop on his finger and booped Cas's nose, leaving a massive smear on it. Cas laugh and threw a handful at Dean which caused a full cream war in the kitchen. There was cream splattered on the floor and the wall and even the ceiling. The two of them were fully covered in cream. Sam suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Hey what are you guys doing?" he raised an eyebrow at them. They looked at each other and then back at Sam. They sprinted towards him and tackled him to the ground, smothering him in cream. They all fell into a heap, laughing like idiots. Dean kissed Cas on the cheek.

"Do you know what? This beats pie any day of the week."