Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Smile Part 1(Destiel)

When Dean rolled out of bed, it was just another day to him. So when he reached the kitchen to find a full fledged breakfast splayed out across the kitchen counter he was more than surprised, he was confused. Mostly because there was no one in the kitchen. It was eerily quiet. Usually Sam had his god-awful classical music on in the library. Cas had some tv show he was binging on while he looked through men of letters archives. Rowena, who had been staying to help put the warding's and spells back up in the bunker after Asmodeus, was usually griping and complaining about her task at hand. Charlie had been teaching Jack how to fight since he was lacking in grace. But this morning it was silent.

Dean went to the fridge to take a swig of orange juice straight from the jug like he normally did, he saw a note taped to the front.

"Got a call about a haunting, took Jack and Charlie. Be back later -Sam"

Okay so where was Cas?

"Cas, you around?" Dean called, but he got no answer.

Dean shrugged, grabbing a plate and loading it up with bacon and eggs. He even took time to pour himself an actual glass of orange juice.

Just as he finished the bunker door clanged loudly signaling someone was home.

"Dean, I see you enjoyed breakfast," Cas smiled walking in with a bag in hand.

"What's in the bag?" Dean asked as he rinsed his plate.

"Oh, nothing, just something needed me to pick up." Cas waved a dismissive hand.

Dean didn't push it. It was probably those little green oval things Sam liked so much, what were they called? Anchovies? No those were fish. Avalanche? Nope that was snow. Apricots maybe? It didn't matter, they were weird, and gross.

"Did you sleep well?" Cas asked as he cleaned up the leftovers.

"Not too bad," Dean frowned. Cas never asked how he slept.

"I was thinking..." Cas paused. "Charlie said I could use a hobby, so I was thinking of learning to fish."

Dean snickered, "Charlie thinks you watch too much tv. She said you were watching reruns of CSI. Nobody watches reruns of CSI, dude."

Cas frowned in the way he often did when he was thinking something over.

"If you want to learn to fish, I'll grab a couple rods from the storage room and I'll take you up to a stream just down the road. It's a fifteen minute drive, tops." Dean shrugged. He'd been wanting to dip a fishing pole into that stream since they found the bunker. He just never found the time.

Cas' face lit up, "I'd like that."

"Great, let's meet at the impala in ten," Dean smiled. He was actually excited to take Cas fishing. He always enjoyed his quality time with the angel and fishing was therapeutic. It helped take his mind off any current stressors.

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Cas smiled happily as he sat next to Dean in the impala. It was a warmer day, considering it was mid-January, so they drove with the windows down. Dean was tapping along to some classic rock station.

It was these small moments that Cas stowed away as happy memories. He loved the way Dean seemed to lose himself while singing along to a favorite song; The way the sun hit him making his eyes shine a brighter green, and his freckles stand out even more. Cas had a lot of favorite memories of Dean, it was hard not to, even despite all the terrible things they'd endured. It was part of what made Cas love Dean so much. How he could still find these moments to smile.