The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 17: Apple pie

"We're makin' pie!" I said with a smirk, wiggling my eyebrows at Cas. Sam snorted from behind his pile of books at the study table.

"Okay... what kind of pie?" Cas inquired, tilting his head at me. I still found it absolutely adorable.

"Well my favourite of course..." I trailed off excitedly.

"Apple," Sam said lazily from the other room. I smiled at him fondly.

"We're making homemade filling too... none of that canned stuff. Not that it's not good, pie is pie. But homemade is always best," I said, looking at Cas again.

I had already assembled all of the ingredients on the counter in the kitchen. Not many people knew that I loved to cook. Sam had only recently discovered it, now that we had a real home with our own kitchen for me to do it in. I had almost immediately stocked the cupboards with the basics when it became a little more permanent. I had even dug up an old recipe box filled with yellow cards, all containing classic recipes. Some were actually pretty good, and I had vowed to try them all.

Cas wandered over to the counter, inspecting the ingredients with interest.

"It always fascinated me... you humans and your ability to put things together to make something else. To heat or cool them until they're just right." His eyes had that faraway look in them, like he was seeing something that happened millions of years ago. I supposed he probably was. "We're going to put these things together and it will make a pie?" He asked curiously.

"That's the simplified version, but yeah!" I answered. "Now, we're gonna make what's called a 'short crust', it's made with butter instead of shortening. Tastes waay better too."

He nodded his understanding, standing close beside me. He held up the pastry blender. "What's this for?" He eyed it suspiciously.

I chuckled, "That's a pastry blender. It's for cutting the butter into the flour," I answered matter of factly. He pulled his arm back, preparing to slam it down into the butter.

"Gah!" I squeaked, grabbing his arm and gently placing it at his side. "No, no. Not quite yet. Let me show you, okay?"

"Okay Dean," he said quietly.

He followed me with watchful eyes, listening to my explanations as I set to work. I got the butter and ice water ready while I set Cas the task of measuring out and mixing the dry ingredientsm together. The timer for the butter in the freezer went off, and I took it out, turning back around to Cas. I almost dropped the butter. The first thing I saw was white powder, everywhere. It was scattered across the floor, the counter, and somehow the stove too. There was also a generous amount dusted on Cas. The white contrasted in his raven hair, it was smeared on his cheek, the end of his nose and all over his clothes. He was concentrating hard as he stirred the ingredients together in the bowl in front of him, powder flying.

I burst out laughing, unable to help myself. He looked up at me sharply, pausing his ferocious mixing.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked me suspiciously.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks now, my laughing turning into wheezing. I couldn't answer him just yet. Behind me, Sam had walked in to see what the commotion was about. Catching sight of Cas, he burst into laughter, his hand trying to cover his mouth. Cas was frowning at us now, and his face was starting to turn pink. I gulped in a few deep breaths, trying to control myself.

"Cas..." I tried, but another laugh escaped. I cleared my throat and started again, a huge grin on my face. "Cas, that's a little too aggressive for our purposes."

"When the recipe says flour the surface... it doesn't mean the whole kitchen," Sam choked out, and resumed his laughing. Cas looked around the room now, and down at himself, seeing the white mess he had made. He left his eyes on the floor, clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed. I punched Sam in the arm, glaring. He pressed his lips together and retreated back to his books.