Dean wakes up at the sound of his alarm, the bunker still quiet saved by the sounds of Sam's snoring coming out of his door, he heads for the bathroom still deciding what would be good to make for breakfast, now that Castiel has been living with them, Dean is been fixed on making breakfast a decent meal.
He stops on the entrance of the kitchen, Cas is there. Dean is about to greet him when he notices him making breakfast, he softly humming a song letting out a few words as he goes by gathering ingredients and mixing them. Dean cannot help but to lean in to the frame and tries not to breath too loud. It reminds him the first time his dad took him hunting on the middle of chasing a wendigo he found a small doe, the thing look so beautiful in the eyes of a six year old, that had only see them on books or TV.
"Oh sweet you made french toast." Dean jumps at the sound of the voice of his brother, how long has he been there. Castiel smiles on of his little smiles and Dean can't help it, he wants him there forever, he is not letting him leave any time soon.
"Well, I tried which is different." He looks at Dean for approval, But word are not the finest area of the older Winchester, hell will freeze over if he ever gets to say what he is feeling. So instead reaches for a plate taking two.
"There are not bad, But man you did not had to bother I like making breakfast." He says in between stuffing his face.
"I wanted to make them, since I am staying, I wanted how do you say "pull my weight"" Castiel grabs a plate sitting next to Sam he starts to eat.
"Nah man don't worry about it." Sam states with a mouth full. "This are good, I think you have contestant on making toast."
"I learned to make them at one of the shelters I stayed..." Castiel starts to say his eaye following Dean who is staring to get up.
"Okay, they were good." Sam's looking at him with a silent question, but keeps eating. Cas in the other hand has a confused look. "Gonna hit the shooting range and then have to check a noise baby has been making." The last thing they hear from him is the clinking of his plate hitting the sink.
"Hey, don't worry." Sam gives him the puppy look. "He probably had something else for breakfast in mind, you know how he is with the kitchen… Men likes to cook, you know"
Cas tries to indulge him trying to look less worried about stepping boundaries, he know Dean likes to cook and that is exactly why he had planned this he wanted to thank them, specially Dean for taking him inn, and what better way that making something for them. Well apparently he blew it, when they finish Sam helps him clean. Sam disappears in to the library and he doesn't see Dean until later in the afternoon, when he states he is heading out for burgers and beer. He hears Sam talking to Dean about his behavior in the morning, but he doesn't want to pry, he rather not know what they actually think of him. He seat on the desk and tries to distract himself with the internet. The week goes by fast between finding a case, packing, coming back, patching each others up , only minor cuts, and unpacking, suddenly is Sunday again.
He makes his way to the kitchen following the smell of coffee, his body craves the drug needs it to fully wake up, is a plus that he loves the flavor. He finds Dean sitting on the table sipping his cup, wearing his blue robe.
"Hey man, is Sunday. I thought I would take the day off. You can make those toast of yours." He smiles at Cas, not the fake one but the one that reaches his eyes the one he usually only Sam gets and Cas is getting all the time.
"Really?" Cas stills hesitates, watching Dean heading fro the pantry and getting a loaf of bread out.
"Of course really, I even got you the honey oat bread, instead of the plain white, you told Sam they taste better with it." Cas is smiling at him now, grabbing the bread and turning to work, he belongs there with the Winchesters he has a place now. Dean turns to leave saying something about taking a shower and waking Sam up, instead he leans in to the frame and watches Cas start ti hum, mixing ingredients, taking sips of his coffee. He wants this, he decides, these have to be his Sunday's from now on, he would happily set his alarm for this.