Ok I know the title's kind of stupid but I couldn't think of anything else...and y'know what? They frickin deserve this after all the shit they've been through. Hope you like it :)
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The bed was too cold.
Cas, mind foggy in a morning daze, cracked one eye open curiously. Dean was gone, the imprint of his missing body still present on the wrinkly grey sheets. He rolled over tiredly, pouting because even though they'd been waking up next to each other for a month now, it was something he never got tired of.
He buried his head in his pillow. It hadn't taken him too long as a new human to realize as to why they were so against getting out of bed in the morning.
Eventually, he got up. Only a month ago, if he'd woken up to discover Dean missing, he'd freak. His mind would jump to the worst of conclusions, dreading demons, witches, angels, anything that would haunt his dreams at night. Now, after discovering firsthand the very human need for breakfast, he understood why Dean would sometimes get up early and raid the kitchen.
He could smell it as soon as he started walking through the halls of the bunker. Hear it, too. Someone was humming a very off-key version of an old Asia song Cas knew Dean liked. It drifted through the air right along whatever sweet, buttery aroma that made Cas' stomach rumble. Another thing that'd taken him a while to get used to.
Cas walked into the kitchen, spotting Dean with his back turned, facing the counter and stirring something insistently. A crooked, satisfied smile blooming across his lips, he shuffled over, snaking his arms around Dean's waist. Cas rested his cheek on Dean's warm back, tired eyes happily fluttering shut again.
"Morning."
"You're up early. So much for surprising you." Cas could hear the smile in Dean's voice.
"You know, Dean, the absence of your body heat almost caused me to freeze to death."
Chuckling, Dean abandoned the mixing bowl and turned around, wrapping his grey-sleeved arms around Cas. Cas leaned into his chest, eyes threatening to shut permanently in the state of perfect comfortability. Despite the stone cold look Dean possessed when he was in "hunter mode," he was as warm as a cozy knit blanket laying lazily in the morning sun.
"Well, we can't let that happen, can we?"
Grinning in satisfaction, Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and pulled him in for a slow, lazy morning kiss. Pulling back after a moment, (okay, several moments,) he stood on his toes and peered over the hunter's shoulder.
"What's that?" He stared curiously into the bowl filled with a yellow mixture.
Turning, Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "Only the best breakfast food next to bacon and pie."
Cas' nose wrinkled. "Pie?"
Dean smirked. "There's no limits as to when you can eat pie, Cas."
Cas was pretty skeptical. He'd heard Sam argue against that specifically on multiple occasions.
"Pancakes."
"Pancakes?"
Dean grinned. "Been waitin' to introduce you to these ever since you developed a taste for...you know, food."
Dean picked up the whisk and started stirring again. Cas watched as he poured some of the mixture into a warm pan on the stove, waiting until the top of the pancake was bubbly and then flipping it in the air with a spatula. Sam shuffled in to grab some coffee, and walked sleepily back out muttering something about "sugar intake." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Here, you wanna try?" He held out the spatula like it was a magic wand.
"What?"
"Flipping one!"
Cas smiled cautiously and took the spatula. He didn't have much experience with cooking, but it looked pretty easy. How hard could it be?
He poured some of the batter in and waited until it bubbled at the top. Carefully sliding the spatula underneath, he lifted the pancake up and flung it in the air, aiming back towards the pan.
It landed on his head.
Before he could even process what had happened, there was batter running down his cheek. The cooked side of the pancake stuck on his head, and the rest of the uncooked part dripped down his face. He looked down at the spatula, then at Dean, who proceeded to burst out into a fit of laughter.
Cas flushed a shade of pink, trying to process what had gone wrong. He wiped his face, unsure of what to do while Dean was still choking with laughter.
"What-wha...?"
"Okay," Dean laughed, grinning adoringly at Cas. "Maybe needs some practice." He took the pancake off and tossed it.
Cas, still confused, frowned. "I'll...go wash my face, I guess." he grumbled.
He turned to walk back out the kitchen, but Dean stopped him, grabbing his hand and pulling him back. "Oh, no you don't. Pancakes are done." Smirking evilly, he pulled Cas in closer and gave his cheek a quick peck. Intertwining their fingers, he licked batter off of his lips. "There, clean as a whistle. Who knew you tasted so good, Cas?"
Cas blushed furiously. "Dean, what is with you today? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're acting extra...mushy. Have you been binge watching those romances again?"
"What? I don't-" he protested as they took the pancakes to the table. "I don't watch romances, Cas. That's...no."
"I've seen your Netflix history, Dean." He reassured as they sat down.
Dean scratched the back of his head. "Well, y'know, I just thought...it's been a month? So I thought I'd try to be...nice or something." His cheeks just barely turned a shade of pink.
Cas squinted, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smile as realization hit him. "What?" He laughed.
"What?" Dean asked quickly, concerned.
"Nothing, just..." Cas couldn't help the giggle that escaped him. "Didn't take you for that kind of person."
Dean's brow furrowed. "What? I'm not! What are you talking about?"
"Dean Winchester, the guy who spends his spare time beheading creatures and exorcising demons celebrates monthly anniversaries with his boyfriend!" he laughed.
Dean was silent, watching with squinted eyes. "You know what?" He smiled, caving in. "Shuddup."
Grinning triumphantly, Cas took a pancake. Dean, naturally drenched his stack in syrup. Cas, newly human and still unsure of how to eat in a way that wasn't awkward, speared the whole pancake and took a curious bite off the side. The warm sweetness flooded his mouth, and his eyes widened impressively.
"Oh...wow." He mumbled through a mouthful.
"Good right?" Dean beamed, taking a sip of coffee.
"Mmm." Cas nodded. "Almost tastes as good as you."
Dean choked.
