It was a real kitchen. The cast iron was seasoned and the knives sharp. Dean could care less about all the books in the library and all the secrets the Men of Letters thought they had collected, he was all too happy to get started.
Sam was shooed out the door, beer in hand, sent off to busy himself somewhere else while "the master" worked.
Dean rifled through drawers and cupboards, high and low, but he couldn't find anything suitable to use. All the towels were too small and there was not a single apron in sight. And this was one of Dean's favourite shirts after all.
"I brought you a house warming gift."
The gravely voice and the flutter of wings put a smile on the hunter's lips as he turned to see the angel with a package in hand.
The trench covered arms jutted out at him as the package was thrust his way. Dean unfolded the little parcel. The white apron with classic lettering dropped into his hands.
"Thanks, Cas."
Dean chuffed, as he slipped it over his head and tied the ribbon behind his back.
"Now, out you go."
Dean waved Cas off. The spread of tools and ingredients laid out before him.
Spatula in one hand and a beer in the other, the hunter moved around the kitchen in a dance as he added a dash here and a splash there. The smell of cooking burgers brought all the men back to the kitchen as Dean laid the plates and toasted the buns. Applewood smoked bacon and cheddar cheese smothered over the perfect blend of spices, ground beef and sauteed onions.
"Nice apron." Sam smiled a sideways grin at his brother.
"A classic!" Dean answered as he slid the meal across the counter to his brother's eager hands.
Cas accepted his plate, placing a quick kiss on is friend's cheek in return.
"Guess I should pay up too." Sam bounded over the counter to dramatically add his kiss to the cook's cheek.
"That's enough." Dean rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but as he turned his back his hand lovingly stroked over the apron's letters that spelled out Kiss The Cook.