A/N This is the first Supernatural fic I have written, and I haven't written anything in a LONG time so please review and tell me what you think! Thanks xD
The bunker was almost silent, the only sounds coming from Sam typing away on his laptop. It was getting late and Sam was becoming increasingly tired as he searched on his computer monotonously. He'd been researching possible cases all evening and was finding nothing even remotely supernatural so decided to head off to bed. Just at that moment Dean came crashing in through the doors of the bunker knocking over several chairs and other pieces of furniture. Assessing the situation, Sam quickly worked out that Dean was clearly not being attacked by anything or anyone, so his behaviour must be due to his going out to bars and consuming too much alcohol. Sam, being the caring and responsible kind of person, walked over to his inebriated brother to try and guide him to his bedroom without destroying the rest of the old Men of letter's headquarters. He partially succeeded in holding his brother up long enough to reach his room, until Dean started mumbling the words 'chicks' and 'sex' and began going into details that were way beyond Sam's comfort zone, so much so that Sam practically carried Dean as he ran to his brother's room and dumped him there. He definitely did not want to hear anymore details about Dean's sex life than he had already heard. Although he tried to escape back to his own room quickly, he made sure that Dean was laid comfortably on his bed – mainly so that in the morning he wouldn't be even more moody than usual because of a rough night's sleep.
The morning seemed to roll around fairly quickly and the Winchester boys were up early as usual, only catching a few hours sleep because of their habit of odd sleeping patterns. Sam had been for a run as soon as he'd woken up and as he re-entered the bunker he smelt pancakes and bacon being cooked. The wafts of delicious food had spread around the bunker and it smelt mouth wateringly tasty. He walked into the kitchen, towards the smell of heaven and saw Dean, wearing only his dressing gown, actually cooking for once looking happy and in his element as he flipped some pancakes. He stood back for a moment as to not let his presence be known, so he could just watch his brother in this relaxed state. He looked so at ease that Sam didn't want to disturb him as this was such a rare occurrence. Finally, Dean turned around to see Sam observing him from the doorway.
"Dude, I made pancakes!" Dean grinned and looked like he couldn't get any more proud of himself.
"Yeah I know, I could smell them from outside. Since when did you start cooking anyway?" Sam asked as he moved towards the food.
"Well I just figured seen as we have our own kitchen and no motel staff to bother us then we may as well make the most of it." Dean was still grinning as he spoke and flipped another pancake.
Sam just frowned at him and opened one of the kitchen cupboards, "Yeah, well as tasty as that sounds, I'm just gonna make a salad."
"Of course that would be your choice of food for breakfast." Dean rolled his eyes despairingly at his brother, checking on the bacon as he did so.
When Sam had made his salad he got up and headed towards the main area of the bunker after turning to let Dean know what he was doing, "I'm gonna go do some more research, see if there are any cases that fit our kinda deal."
"Sure, fine, whatever," Dean didn't seem to hear one word Sam said as at that moment he was hunched over his food, wolfing down every last bit of the huge breakfast he had just made himself. Bacon and pancakes were two of Dean's favourite foods (apart from pie, obviously, pie came before everything else) and he never understood why Sam would never eat them, he only ever seemed to eat boring rabbit food.
An hour and a half later and Sam was still on his laptop looking at possible cases, deciding whether they were just simple murders and suicides or actually something that they could deal with in their specialised supernatural way. Only a few minutes later Dean decided to walked into the room and pester his research-addicted brother. At first it was just stupid faces Dean was making from the other side of the room, trying to distract Sam, but it gradually increased to ridiculous noises and walking from one side of the room to the other over and over again right in Sam's line of vision until Sam had just had enough.
"Dean, what the hell?! 'I'm trying to concentrate and you're pacing around the room like crazy and doing God knows what with your face – I mean some of those faces you were pulling are bordering on dangerous they looked that unnatural!" Sam yelled at the surprisingly unfazed looking Dean.
After a few moments of Sam pulling one of his famously known bitch faces, Dean finally responded. "Wow, I wondered how long it would take for you to finally pay some attention to me and not your laptop. Only five minutes and thirty six seconds. Record time there Sammy."
"What do you want Dean?" Sam glared at him, still pulling his bitch face.
"I'm bored Sammy! We haven't had a case in well over a week and there is nothing to do here apart from eat and read the Men of Letter's books, which are boring as hell so I'm sure you would enjoy them. The only other thing there is to do is going out to pubs and strip clubs and even they are starting to get old with the amount I go to them. Just tell me you've found a case, or something to do at least?" Dean practically whined at that last bit, Sam picking up on how bored he really must be.
"Well I'm sorry to disappoint, but I can't find anything remotely relevant to the supernatural realm at the moment. There is a local murder, some robberies and a possible suicide but I've looked over them all in detail and they are just standard crimes – some jealous wife, a manic depressive teenager and some thieving bastards. There is absolutely nothing suspicious or unnatural about them at all, no cattle mutilations or vampire sightings and it's the wrong time of the month for it to be a werewolf, sorry Dean."
"Seriously man? Nothing?" Dean sighed and his earlier happy mood suddenly seemed to evaporate. "Well in that case I'm gonna go and buy some beer to stock up the fridge with. And maybe some pie. Yeah, definitely some pie." He turned to start walking towards the exit of the bunker when he heard a familiar flutter of wings and a small gush of wind that sent a few loose papers flying across the room.
"That won't be necessary, Dean." Dean turned around, a brief look of confusion upon his face until he connected what he was seeing in front of him. The sight before him was miraculous. Stood right in front of him was Castiel, arms outstretched holding the most glorious looking pie Dean had ever seen. It was huge and the pastry seemed to be baked to the perfect, beautiful golden colour. Dean looked as if he would start drooling any minute soon as he just stared; open mouthed at Cas and the pie.
"Cas? What are you doing here? I mean, uh, why are you carrying a pie..? Not that I'm complaining of course, I love pie obviously… but what are you doing here?" Dean was grinning ear to ear whilst stuttering through his sentence, trying to make sense of this image of beauty in front of him – only thinking the pie as beautiful of course, not Castiel, Dean the ultimate ladies' man would never consider a man to be attractive, even if they did happen to be his angelic best friend. Well at least that was what Dean tried to convince himself of anyway.
Castiel studied Dean's reaction as his grin faded, not quite understanding why Dean was having trouble comprehending the situation; he himself thought it was quite obvious. "I've brought you a pie. So it is unnecessary for you to go out to the shops now, Dean. You look shocked; I thought you would be pleased, I thought you liked pie." Castiel looked hurt, and more confused than Dean seemed to be.
Dean sensed Cas's hurt feelings as he stood there staring at him, his arms still stretched out full of pie. "I do, I freaking love pie, man! You know I do, Cas. I just don't understand what you're doing here. Don't you have to be in heaven fighting some battle or off doing something? You never seem to appear unless Sam or I call you, that's why I'm so confused."
"The battles in heaven have died down at the moment and I know how little cases there have been recently so I figured you would be bored and might want some company other than Sam for a change." Cas smiled slightly as he spoke, hoping Dean would take his gesture as a kind one and not as harassing him or being in his 'personal space.' "Unless you were planning on frequenting one of those strip clubs that you tend to be so fond of, to spend some time with some lady friends? If that is the case then I will leave you alone and return to heaven." Cas gave a wary look at Dean, trying to judge what his response was going to be.
"Nah, I've had enough of women and bars for the moment. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I've been drowning myself in those sorts of things for so long that I've lost my passion for them, they just seem kind of boring and predictable now, so no I'm not going to 'frequent a strip club' today. That pie looks damn tasty though, Cas. Can I try some?" Although he was asking, he didn't wait for an answer and practically yanked the glorious pie out of the angel's hands, slamming it down on the nearest work surface before cutting a large piece for himself. Talking with a huge mouth full of his juicy, delicious pie, Dean began, "God, Cas! That's the nicest pie I have ever tasted, wow, man this is awesome! Where did you get it from?" Dean asked whilst taking yet another huge bite from his massive slice.
"I baked it myself. Not all angels are annoying dickwads. Some are actually quite talented. I made it with every one of your favourite pie flavour fillings, each one in a different section of the pie." Castiel gave a smug little smile as he spoke, watching Dean's face light up even more with every bite he took.
"Jeez Cas, that is some talent you've got there, this is fantastic! I didn't know angels needed to bake though. Can't you just use your angel mojo to create whatever you want? I mean Gabriel seems to make use of his angel powers enough, even if he does use them to be a dick to people."
"Like Gabriel, I can, like you said, use my 'angel mojo,' however, there are certain things I enjoy to do without using my powers, and baking happens to be one of them, especially when it is a gift for a good friend." Cas stood next to Dean, just enjoying watching him eat, savouring each bite with a look of pure pleasure written all over his face. With Cas being mesmerised by Dean's pleasure, and Dean just absorbed in his pie, both of them had forgotten Sam was even still there in the room with them, so were both equally as shocked when Sam suddenly started to speak.
"Ahem," Sam pretended to clear his throat to allow the other two to remember that Sam was still there with them, "Do you two want to have your little moment somewhere else? I'm still trying to concentrate on what cases are coming up locally and you are both really distracting."
At that comment Dean looked up immediately. "What do you mean, Sam? We weren't having a moment. Cas just brought me some pie."
Castiel butted in suddenly, "Baked and brought you the pie." He corrected.
"Yeah whatever," Dean spoke as he dug in again.
Sam started walking over to them, obviously getting annoyed with them both. "Yeah, sure you weren't having a moment." He added sarcastically. "When Castiel stops looking at you all dreamy eyed and you stop making those almost pornographic sounds over just a pie, then I might believe that."
"It's nice pie, okay? Cas baked it himself so he deserves the pornographic sounds that go with the eating of it."
Castiel sensed that Dean was getting annoyed, and he didn't want to be around him when he was like that, he enjoyed seeing his friend happy so he considered leaving for a moment. "I can go now if you wish, Dean. I know how much you like pie so I will leave you to eat your food." With that comment Cas just disappeared, without giving a chance to let Dean answer he had flown off to God knows where. That pissed Dean off considerably. Just because he really loved pie didn't mean he wanted his best friend to just leave him there, alone with only his baby brother for company.
Dean put down his pie and looked up toward the ceiling. "Cas." No reply. "Cas, I know you can hear me. Get your ass back down here."
Dean waited a moment until the comforting view of his friend appeared in front of him yet again. "Yes, Dean? I thought you wanted to be alone with your pie?" Castiel questioned as he looked at Dean closely. He was in his friend's personal space but Dean didn't seem to mind as much this time.
"Cas, I love pie. I mean I really freaking love pie. It's one of the best creations the world has ever had, but earlier you said you came down here to give me some company, y'know apart from boring Sammy over there."
That comment earned an annoyed "hey!" from Sam from the other side of the room.
Dean laughed at his frustrated brother and carried on his speech to Castiel. "You said you wanted to keep me company, and I happen to want some company. Sam and I have very few friends and those we do have we rarely see, it would be nice for you to stay for a while. Anyway, I need something to stop me from dying from boredom." Dean looked Castiel over, to try and sense what he was thinking, but as usual it was a very difficult task as Castiel just looked as confused as normal.
"Dean, it is not possible to die from boredom. I do not understand why you would think that that is possible." Dean laughed slightly at the confused expression on Castiel's features.
"Figure of speech, Cas." Dean added helpfully, still smiling at Cas's confusion.
"Oh. I don't think I will ever master human ways of talking." Cas sighed and then continued, "I will stay then, if that is what you want. You could introduce me to some of the things that humans do to pass the time. I believe you have things such as 'games,' and something called 'TV?'" He used quotation marks in the air with his fingers whilst saying both words with his usual confused look on his face.
"Yeah Cas, I can show you some human stuff. I think we have games in the bunker and we have a shit tonne of alcohol. There doesn't seem to be any cases recently so you can stay for a while and we can all have a bit of fun for a change until we find a case." Dean spoke with a smile appearing on his face, beginning to realise that this could be a great idea and they might all be able to relax for a bit, instead of hunting monsters or dealing with the aftermath of the apocalypse for once.
"Oh and Cas, we really need to teach you how to use air quotation marks." Dean laughed as he walked off to find what games they had stashed in the basement of the bunker, leaving a yet again confused Cas wondering what he had done wrong this time.