Dean groped the empty space beside him and groaned. Where'd Cas go? He opened his eyes and frowned at the folded down sheets and the indent in the pillow. Cas get your fluffy butt over here, I'm cold. And lonely. With a ruffle of wings his angel appeared at the foot of the bed covered in a white powder and pulling Dean's too-big boxers back up over his hips.

"Oh, you're already awake. Stay there." And with that, Cas disappeared. Dean debated doing as he was told, but decided to go investigate. He synched his plaid pajama pants and tumbled out of bed. Following the clattering noises and the smell of something metallic burning, he made his way through the bunker to the kitchen where Cas puttered around doing this and that, occasionally pausing to hike up his-well, Dean's boxers. "I thought I told you to stay in bed." Cas didn't even turn around.

"Did you really expect me to stay there after you popped in covered in who-knows-what then popped out after saying not two words to me?" Dean trudged forward and wrapped his hands around Cas's waist, pulling his back against Dean's chest and nuzzling the crook of his neck.

"I didn't say two words, I said six. Seven if you count the contraction as two." Cas yelped as Dean nipped at his neck, not appreciating his sass this early in the morning.

He sucked lightly on the wound and pulled back suddenly, spitting and sputtering, "Gah! What the-are you covered in flour?" Dean made a face at the bland substance that now coated his tongue. He took a step back and turned Cas around. "You are! Why are you covered in flour?"

Cas looked down at himself as if noticing the powder for the first time. "I was making you waffles." He said simply. Dean detected a hint of pride in Cas's tone at the look of surprise he was sure was on his face. He stepped aside to reveal a heaping plate of slightly overcooked globs that could be mistaken as waffles if you squinted and looked at them from the side.

Dean looked back at his beaming angel and piled three onto a plate. "Thanks baby! These smell great and I'm famished. Last night really took it out of me." He winked at Cas who just watched him, large eyes filled with anticipation. He picked one up and took a bite as he walked towards the table. They tasted like they smelled; they were good, just slightly burnt and there was something else. "Cas did you put chocolate chips in here?" Cas nodded. He looked like he was about to burst. "Man I love you, these are awesome!" Dean took another bite and crunched on a bit of eggshell. Ok, so Cas needed some practice. Dean didn't mind, as long as he got to look at those puppy dog eyes every time Cas waited for his approval.

"Do you really like them?" His big blue eyes got wider and a smile played at his lips.

"Yea these are delicious! Where'd you get the chocolate chips?" Dean finished off the first waffle and set the plate down, hoping Cas would get distracted.

"The pantry."

"There's a pantry?" Dean looked around incredulously as if a door would pop up and lead him to this mysterious place.

"Of course, it's just down the hall. Sam stocks it every week or so."

"So that's where all the groceries go. Huh, learn something new every day."

"And what would that be?" Sam walked in showered and dressed.

"There's a pantry in here." Dean beat Sam to the coffee pot and took his time pouring himself a cup.

"Ah." Sam glared at him.

Cas piped up. "Sam, would you like a waffle? I made them." Dean glanced at Cas. He looked so adorable with that stupid face of his.

Sam looked over them both at the stack of misshapen waffles. "No thanks man, I'll just stick with coffee."

Cas deflated slightly and Dean said pointedly, "They're chocolate chip, Sam." but gave gave him a look that said, "You're gonna eat 'em and you're gonna like 'em or I'll stick your head in the microwave."

"O-on second thought, I will have one of those." Sam stuttered.

Cas perked up and Dean nodded thanks at his brother. "Here you go!" Cas handed Sam a plate with one of the less-burnt waffles on it.

Sam took a bite and smiled at Cas, "Mmm!" Dean hid a snicker as he heard Sam crunch on another piece of eggshell. "Thanks Cas! Really good." He took another bite and took a swig of Dean's coffee to wash it down.

"Hey! Get your own!" Sam ignored Dean as he sauntered off with the mug in one hand and the plate in the other. Dean muttered under his breath and poured another cup.

He went to go sit on the couch and turn on the tv when Cas's voice came from behind him. "Aren't you gonna finish your waffles?" No, Cas wouldn't let him go anywhere until he finished his waffles.

"Oh, of course, almost forgot." He stifled a sigh and he picked up the plate. "Thanks again angel." He pecked Cas on the cheek and bit into the second one.

Before he could swallow Cas kissed him gently on the mouth and made a face when he pulled back. "These aren't very good."

Dean just laughed, "No, they're not but I still like 'em."

"Why?"

"Well cuz you made them. And it gives me an excuse to teach you how to cook."

Cas grinned, "You'd really teach me?"

"Yeah of course. Every man, divine or not, should know at least the basics of cooking." Cas plowed into him, wrapping his arms tight around his waist. "Woah! Careful! Almost spilled coffee on you!"

"Happy birthday Dean."

"It's my birthday?" Oh yea, about this time last year he and Sam got slices of cake at a dinner after a hunt. "Well look at that I guess it is." Dean buried his nose in the mess of bed head underneath him and breathed in. "Best one yet."

Hey so this is my first Destiel fic please tell me what you think. And if you have any prompts or suggestions feel free to dm or comment them and I'll almost definitely use them!