So Cas is a pancake and Dean is a bagel because why the hell not have breakfast food making out (seemed like a great idea until I began writing ok)
It had been days since anyone heard any news from heaven. Sam was on the bunker's library reading over and over again the same books, trying to find anything related to Metatron. Dean had had enough of this, he had given up on Castiel ever returning and now spent his afternoons on his room staring at the ceiling.
He remembered for the umpteenth time the last time they had seen each other, their last words, smiles, and just as Dean got to their hug, his favourite part, the sound of wings made him jump out of bed.
Castiel was far in the corner, looking at Dean's hole in the middle of his head.
"Cas, you're alive." Dean had barely given three steps before seeing something red dripping from Castiel's head. He ran in his direction, his face pale when he stopped.
"Is this..." he put his hand to Castiel's head and as soon as they touched all colour came back to his face.
"Dammit Cas, I thought it was blood" Dean looked down at the strawberry syrup sliding down his hand.
"Now you have to clean up your mess" he provocatively put his fingers near Castiel's face, who now tensed by the Bagel's proximity.
"Dean, this is not right. We both know we are not meant to be together"
Dean put a hand over Cas's lips, smearing him with syrup.
"I don't care about what others might say, I can't stop thinking about you and your buttery skin. I'd rather have you syruped or not."
Dean pulled Castiel in for a sweet kiss, filled with promises.