Destiel Oneshots

"Cas, buddy, listen. Since you're human now, I can't keep doing everything for you; so long story short, today I am teaching you how to cook. More specifically, pancakes. So get the pancake mix."

Cas stood in the kitchen, looking vaguely confused. Dean started to get eggs and flour out of the pantry, until he noticed Cas.

"Earth to Cas! Pancake mix! Ringing any bells?"

Cas stood there for a second, (they may or may not have been having the eye sex the entire time) then blinked.

"Dean, I do not understand. Why must I learn to make 'pancakes' when you and Sam can do that for all three of us?"

Dean realized at this point Cas wasn't being sarcastic; he really didn't see the need to learn to cook.

"Fine. But you are still helping!"

**TIME SKIP**

After one hour of flour, eggs (on the ground) and spilling the syrup, Dean realized something. Cas was concentrating on cracking the egg /inside/ the bowl this time... And he looked fucking adorable. He was covered in flour, and even had some in his hair.

"Cas, come here for a minute."

When Cas didn't reply, Dean walked over to him. He had hidden these feelings for such a long time; but he couldn't do it anymore.

"Fuck it."

Dean grabbed Cas's waist, and spun him around. Dean could see a mix of fear and confusion in the ex-angels eyes, but he didn't care. He lunged forward, pressing his lips against Cas's. For a few seconds, Cas was unresponsive. Dean started to worry, but then it happened... Cas kissed back. The kiss grew more desperate, Dean lifting Cas up onto the counter, grinding against him, until Cas started to moan-

"DEAN WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Cas and Dean froze, looking at the doorway. Sure enough, Sam was standing there. With Kevin. And Charlie.

"Uh- um... I can explain?"

Sam laughed at him, and so did Charlie. Kevin just looked traumatized.

"About fucking time."