It was just another lazy day for you. The boys were out on a hunt and had left you all alone at the bunker. You decided to spend your time wisely and get ahead on your favorite TV show, seeing that they would be back in about 4 hours time.
You were just getting comfortable when the sudden smell of burning filled the room. Suddenly, the fire alarm went off. The sound of pots and pans falling emanated from the kitchen.
"An intruder..." you thought, grabbing the nearest thing you could find, which was one of the swords the Winchesters had for display, you quietly made your way to the kitchen.
You kicked the kitchen door open and were surprised to see Castiel struggling to stop the fire alarm. You took a chair from the dinning table and made your way to the alarm, shutting it off.
"Thank you (Y/n), the sound was getting very displeasing," said Castiel as he removed a burnt pie tray from the oven.
"What are you doing here Cas?" you asked.
You got down from the chair and placed it back. You looked around the kitchen... It was mess!
"Aren't you supposed to be on a hunt with Sam and Dean?" you questionned him as you picked up some of the dishes that were scattered around and put them in the sink.
"Dean asked me to leave..."
"Did you piss him off or something?"
"I think Dean's mad at me. I tried to make it up to him and get some get pie, but the convenience store didn't have any. I heard miss Stewart say that anyone can bake, but my attempt somehow failed! What do I do now?!"
"Woah... trouble in Paradise much, calm down, I'm sure it's noth-"
"No! You don't understand (Y/n), we're supposed to be best friends and he was mad!"
You couldn't lie about the fact that you were jealous of what Castiel and Dean had. Dean was your best friend too and he knew about your little crush on Cas, and he had told you that there's nothing between them, but you couldn't stop yourself from wanting more from Cas (Destiel for life though). You thought for a moment and realized that you had a perfect opportunity to spend more time with the angel.
"Okay then, I'll help you bake a pie for Dean" you said.
"You will?"
"Of course, it's better than you burning down the kitchen"
"Oh thank you so much," he said, hugging you.
It sent shivers down your spine. His arms, they were so strong, and he smelled so good. You didn't want him to let you go.
"I wish we could take this to the bedroom...snap out of it (Y/n)," you thought.
"Shall we get started then?" he said excitedly.
"Uh...yeah..."
***time skip brought to you by the little men living in Sam's hair***
You were both sitting on the kitchen floor, staring at the pie in the oven, waiting for it to bake. The fragrance filled the whole bunker. You were sure that the pie was going to be delicious.
It had been 35 minutes and you had 5 more minutes to go. You got tired of having your hand support your head, so you placed it on the floor, not noticing that Castiel's was already there. You felt the warmth of his hand and quickly removed yours as you looked up at Castiel's blushing face.
"Sorry..." you said awkwardly.
"It's...uh...fine..."
There was a moment of silence.
