In every fluffy Easter OTP fic, Destiel must come first. Because what is OTP without Destiel?

So I think I may have slipped into a bit of cliché writing at the end. Sue me. Happy early Easter, everybody!

"I do not get it."

'That's a first,' Dean thought. Out loud, he said, "What don't you get, Cas?"

"This whole concept of Easter." Castiel had that adorable confused look on his face that Dean loved. "Why do you celebrate the death of somebody that you saw as a great leader?"

"Beats me," Dean shrugged. "I'm just in it for the chocolate." He unwrapped a chocolate bunny and was about to bite into it when he caught sight of the look on Cas's face. The angel looked like somebody had stolen something dear to him and then brutally slaughtered it.

"What's wrong, Cas?"

"Dean," the angel said sadly. "Why would you do that to a poor, innocent rabbit?"

"Dude, it's just chocolate!" Dean laughed and bit off the tip of the rabbit's ear. Cas made a sad, strangled noise and Dean slowly lowered the chocolate bunny.

"How could you, Dean?" Cas looked betrayed.

"Cas, it's only chocolate. It was never alive!"

"But it's an innocent creature, Dean! It never did anything to you or anybody else. What did it do to deserve this?"

Dean was contemplating banging his head against the wall.

"Fine. Alright." He wrapped the bunny back up and laid it aside, planning on eating it later when Cas was gone. "I'll just have an egg."

He picked up a chocolate egg but Cas just looked more horrified.

"You would extinguish the life of a baby before it has even had a chance?" he said.

"Cas. They. Are. Not. Real," Dean said slowly. "They never were. They're shaped pieces of chocolate!"

This did nothing to persuade Cas. Now thoroughly grumpy, Dean threw the egg onto the bed next to him.

"Fine," he muttered. "I'll just have a boring old bar of chocolate."

Cas looked satisfied at this and vanished suddenly as he always did, presumably to go and grab some fast food for Dean. Sam was out doing some research for their case and always got his own food when he was out researching for hours.

"He'd better remember the damn pie," Dean mumbled, grabbing his chocolate bunny and taking a massive bite of it. If he ate fast then he could eat it all before Cas got back and then not have to sit through his guilty looks. Sam was never able to make Dean feel guilty but one sad look from Cas and Dean suddenly wanted to do anything to make it right.

Come to think of it, Dean was starting to think that something was wrong with him. He hadn't slept with a woman or even looked at one for weeks and that was very unusual. He was a ladies' man! But when Cas pulled out that adorably confused face and totally missed a pop culture reference, Dean found it very funny and wanted more. And whenever he was able to make Cas smile, Dean felt very accomplished.

But no. Cas was his friend – his best friend. There was nothing there. Heck, Cas was as much his brother as Sam was! But Sam never gave him those weirdly intense looks that could go on for hours if Dean didn't stop them. And Sam never invaded his personal space like Cas did. Or maybe Dean was just reading too much into what Cas did. Cas was an angel – he wasn't exactly the poster boy for normal human habits.

"Dean." Dean jumped as Cas suddenly appeared in his personal space, giving him one of his intense looks. Dean's stomach did a flip-flop but he ignored it. Cas was his friend.

"Cas." Dean was glad that his voice wasn't shaking. "'Bout time! I was starving!"

"I apologise, Dean." A sad look on his face, Cas handed Dean a paper bag. "They did not have pie. I failed you."

"What? No, you didn't." Dean opened the bag and pulled out a double bacon cheeseburger – a 'heart attack', as Sam called it. But hey, he was gonna die someday and he wasn't surprised if it happened sooner rather than later, so why bother with pesky details like that? "It's cool, Cas."

"Are you sure, Dean? I can go and find you some pie. I will travel halfway across the country to get you pie if you wish. I can even go to Kangaroo Valley in Australia. I hear that they have the best pies in the world - at least, that is what they claim."

"It's cool, Cas." Dean gave Cas a smile and then took a massive bite of his burger, lounging back on the bed with his food. He swallowed the burger and then said, "Have some chocolate."

"I am an angel of the Lord, Dean," Cas said. "I do not need to eat."

"Doesn't mean that you can't," Dean retorted. He threw a chocolate bar at Cas, hitting him square on the side of the head. Cas didn't even blink. "Eat it. It's Easter! You have to eat it!"

"I confess that I am unaware of how human customs work." Cas slowly opened his chocolate bar. "But if it is required of me then I will eat the chocolate."

Dean nodded in satisfaction. Cas took a bite of chocolate, frowning thoughtfully, and then he swallowed and put the bar on the bed.

"I do not like it," he said. "It tastes like molecules."

Dean nearly choked on his burger.

"What?" he forced out when he'd swallowed his bite.

"I can taste each individual atom in this chocolate," Cas said.

"Rather than all of the chocolate?" Dean said. Cas nodded.

"It is an unpleasant sensation."

"Well…don't worry about it then." Dean snatched the chocolate bar away. "More for me, then."

He took another bite of his burger and nearly choked again when he saw that Cas had a large smear of chocolate on the side of his mouth that he didn't know about.

"What is so funny, Dean?" Cas frowned. The head tilt and confused expression was even cuter when he had chocolate smeared across his face.

"You – you've got a bit of –" Dean gestured to Cas's mouth. The angel stared at him in confusion.

"A bit of what?"

Dean could have told him. He could have simply said that Cas had chocolate on his mouth and let him wipe it off. But Dean was never one to let opportunities slip away if he could help it. So instead of telling Cas, he sat up and pressed his lips firmly against the angel's. Cas's baby blue eyes widened in surprise, even more so when Dean's tongue snaked out and started to lick at the chocolate smear.

"You've got chocolate on your mouth," Dean smirked when he pulled away. Cas continued to stare at him in shock. Just as Dean was beginning to wonder whether he'd blown it or not, Cas leaned forward and kissed Dean back. This kiss was briefer than the last but Dean loved it all the same.

"Did you get it all, Dean?" Cas asked. This time, his low voice sent shivers up Dean's spine.

"There's still a little bit right here." Dean pulled Cas down onto the bed, not even caring that Sam could get back and walk right in on them. All he knew was that this was the best Easter ever – and it wasn't because of the chocolate.