"Dean! Stop eating the pie filling or there won't be any left to actually make the pies!"
"Yes, Mom." Dean guiltily put the spoon down and backed away from the bowl. Sounds of the Beatles softly filled the kitchen as Mary prepared dinner and Dean pretended to help her.
"Can you take the crust out of the oven and start on the meringue please?" Mary was bustling around trying to clean off counter space. Dean placed the freshly baked pie crust on the counter where there was now room available and began gathering supplies for the meringue. He took the metal mixing bowl and whisk out of the freezer, grabbed the egg whites from the fridge, measured cream of tarter and sugar out and began the process with Mary looking over his shoulder.
Dean loved cooking and baking with his mom. He tried to make her life easier any chance he could and one way that he could do that was by helping cook dinner. So he measured and cut and mixed while she watched over him, offering little tips every now and then. It was moments like this that Dean lived for. Sam was up in his room finishing homework and John was still at work and wouldn't be home for another hour. Dean would never admit it, but he was a mama's boy through and through.
As Dean mixed the meringue to the perfect consistency he hummed along with the radio while his mom sang, somewhat off key, the lyrics to "Let it Be." Dean couldn't remember a time when he had felt more content.
"Dean? " a voice broke through into Dean's thoughts.
The sound of Mary singing grew fainter, the kitchen counter faded away.
"Dean!" the voice sounded closer. Reality came flooding back. Dean was in his room in the bunker and Castiel was standing over his bed looking confused. "You were making an odd noise in your sleep, although it faintly reminded me of someone trying to sing. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, Cas, I'm fine. What have I told you about watching me sleep, Dude?"
"I am sorry, Dean, but I was concerned that you were having a nightmare."
"No nightmares, I'm fine."
"Okay, Dean." Castiel turned to leave the room.
"Wait, Cas, I have an idea. How do you feel about baking?"
"Dean we are working on closing the gates of Hell and you want to bake?"
"We're still waiting for Kevin to finish translating the next task, we can afford a morning off."
"Okay, Dean, if you think it is alright…"
"I do, now come on I just remembered a killer meringue recipe that I have to try. How does lemon meringue pie sound? It used to be a family tradition to have lemon meringue pie on Easter and Easter is tomorrow and all…"
Castiel laughed softly to himself followed Dean, who was still talking, into the kitchen.