The music was flowing through the bunker as Dean tapped out the beat as he was busying himself with dinner. Cooking had become one of his favorite things to do now that they were settled into the bunker.
When he was younger he would always have to feed Sammy so he would have to scrounge up whatever he could find (Or steal) and try to pass it as palatable. He would always try to improve on his skills but they were always on the road and his cooking skills were never as important as his hunting skills.
So now Dean hovered over the stove as he slow cooked his homemade red sauce with meatballs. He loved the smell of all the ingredients and held much pride in serving food that formed compliments in between bites.
"Mmmm that smells amazing." The honey sweet voice whispered behind him as long arms wrapped themselves around Deans waist. He could feel Castiels body pressed into his back as his head rested on his shoulder.
Their relationship had taken a leap of faith a few weeks after the angel had fallen. Long nights of nightmares broke the fallen angel down and he found himself curled into the hunters bed and since then they have been like magnets drawn to one another like a moth to a flame. Castiel felt comfort in Deans presents and Dean enjoyed Castiels company. They tried to keep their relationship a secret from the wandering eyes of Sam Charlie and Kevin but they knew it was well known where Dean and Cas stood. They kept it very simple, they shared a bed and exchanged loving touches and kisses but surprisingly nothing sexual had ever happened in all the nights they spend together.
"I'm no half ass cook." Dean said smirking turning away from the stove to face Cas, lips only inches away from each other. "I hope you're hungry." Dean said in a low voice.
"You have no idea." Cas almost growled back taking Deans mouth in his placing a kiss on his lips then moving down to his jaw and across his collar bone.
A small moan escaped Deans mouth but was muffled by closed lips. Dean had his hands tight on Castiels back as the angle pushed him to the edge of the counter pressing himself hard onto Dean. Sharing light kisses as they exchanged boy heat.
Footsteps down the stairs startled both men awkwardly back into their normal positions, Dean looking down at the red sauce as Castiel wandered over to the cabinets to look for a snack.
Sam appeared in the doorway he was looking better than he had in months finally after weeks of reading through the men of letters archives they found many spiritual and soul healing rituals that seemed to help Sam expel the poison of the trials.
"Dinner almost ready?" Sam asked, he really had perked up in the past few days he was running in the mornings again and was back to nagging Dean about his red meat intake.
"Yeah about five more- Damnit Cas why are you eating right before dinner?" Dean snapped at the man who had a mouthful of popcorn.
"It's just a tiny snack, my stomach was killing me!" he said as he chewed.
"Yeah, yeah make yourself useful and get some plates." Dean was teasing Cas and gave him a quick wink before turning back to Sam.
"So how have you been feeling?" Dean stirred the sauce with a long wooden spoon as he waited for a response, he could hear Cas clicking plates and silverware as he attempted to set the table.
"I'm doing great actually, for the first time in months I feel like I can climb a flight of stairs without coughing up a lung."
Dean smiled to himself.
"I always warned you about chain smoking."
"Very funny" Sam spat back and went to assist Cas in his struggles of the simple act of setting a table.
"KEVIN, CHARLIE DINNER IS READY!" Deans call echoed through the bunker. A few minutes later they could hear footsteps coming up from the library. Charlie entered the room with Kevin not far behind.
"Alright everyone grab a plate and get some grub." Dean announced as he walked over the stove to fish out three meatballs from the large pot of sauce to put on top of his spaghetti.
"Wow Dean this smells amazing!" Charlie said as she took her seat at the table. Everyone quickly settled down and dug into their meal, Dean was pleased with the sounds of contentment he heard around the table.
"So any new leads on the angels?" Dean asked as Charlie was finishing a mouthful of noodles.
She nodded her head excitedly. "I used my computer to track the areas where they landed based on the weather patterns that happened during the three day falling period. They really fell all over the world but a the largest amount in America fell in the mid-west, As far as I can tell they are still angels ,grace and all, they are just shut out of heaven. Cas seems to be the only one who has truly fallen." Pausing at the comment she had just made. "Sorry buddy." She placed a hand on Castiels shoulder.
"It's okay; I have come to terms with my fate." He said as he shoved a large bite of meatball into his mouth eyes not moving from his plate.
"So what are we going to just drive up to some pissed of angels and what? We aren't killing them there's too many we literally can't do anything to them." Sam said putting down his fork.
"Well I thought we should just keep track of them you know in case someone knows we were a part of the whole kicking their asses out of heaven deal." Kevin added
"Well I was part of that whole 'kicking their asses out of heaven deal.'" Cas added air quotes, " I failed my brothers and sisters again and I can't hide from them forever, one day I will have to face what I have done." Cas put his fork down obviously losing his appetite as he pushed his plate to the center of the table.
"Cas you know you can't blame yourself for this, he fooled us all." Sam added sympathetically.
"But we don't need to go over this all again." Dean cut in he knew that Cas blamed himself for the angels falling and wanted to do what he could to avoid that conversation.
Kevin stood up to clear his plate after they finished eating in silence; soon everyone else followed and cleared the table.
Everyone went back to their daily duties, Sam and Charlie washed dishes while Dean, Cas, and Kevin skimmed over old dusty books they found deep in the library.
Thankfully Cas was still fluent in many languages, he had become their main translator since they no longer had Bobby.
"I'm very tired I think I'll head off to bed." Cas said stretching his arms over his head and running his hand through his thick dark brown hair making it stick up.
Dean didn't look up, only nodding at the man as he continued reading more about spiritual healings of a broken soul.
Cas slowly walked down the hall, his feet dragged across the floor as he walked into the bathroom. Everything was very white and clean. They had a very large claw foot tub and a shower with a bench and two showerheads. Obviously the men of letters live luxurious lives with many high tech appliances; yes the boys had to change out some things. Cas bough his very own coffee maker because he didn't like waiting of a full pot to brew.
He decided to take a hot shower before crawling into bed. Walking over to the shower to turn the dial, the water instantly flowed through the shower head, slightly splashing onto Castiel.
He stepped back closing the glass door of the shower, stripping down to nothing he turned to the mirror. He was human now and his body needed much maintenance to function, he could no longer use his grace to will his body into staying healthy. He had muscles but not like Sams, his body flowed smoothly his legs were very strong he held his strongest muscles there. He had a slight trail of hair leading from his bellybutton down his groin.
He turned around to look at his back, muscular curves from his shoulders to his bottom. He had to long parallel gashes that sat on the inside of his shoulder blades, they were no longer raw, his wings used to fill the place but since he feel his wings had been ripped from his back leaving him a bleeding mess. Now he is left with two large scars on his back as a reminder of who he was, of who he will never be again.
