Imagine your OTP working together trying to learn how to make chocolate together, but messing up a lot (doesn't have to be chocolate cough cough wink wink)

Cas plopped a leather-bound book in front of Dean, who was sitting at the table in the bunker.

"What's this?" Dean asked, and flipped it open. It was a 1930's recipe book.

"Let's make something." Cas said, and then he pointed to the dessert list. "Something from there."

Dean skimmed the list, and picked 'sea-salt ice cream'. He checked the ingredients list, then got up and went into the kitchen. He pulled out everything on the list, and grinned.

"This should be fun."

It turned out to be a disaster. By the time they'd put the batter on the stove, half of it was spilled on the counter floor. Cas was laughing; Dean had made quite the face when he'd dropped the bowl.

"Shut up!" Dean said, tapping Cas' arm playfully. Cas' laughter faded to sparse giggles. As Dean stirred the mix, he smiled at Cas, glad that he'd taken his mind off of the Fall. Cas mostly moped around these days, when he wasn't training or researching with Dean, Sam, and Kevin. It made Dean to see his best friend so lost.

"Dean."

"Hmm?" Dean said, shifting his weight as he realized he'd been staring. Cas must have noticed too, because he was staring back.

"Yeah, Cas?" He said again, when the angel didn't respond. Cas smiled that casual smile of his, the one that made Dean tingle inside. Not that he would ever admit that.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

Dean groaned. "Cas, don't make this a Soap Opera moment."

Cas tiled his head and his eyes narrowed in confusion. "A what?"

"Ugh. Never mind. I'll make you watch 'Days of Our Lives' sometime."

Cas nodded. "I'd like that."

Dean gave him a weird look, but then looked down at the ice cream he was stirring.

"Ugh, this stuff takes forever." He whined.

"We could do something while we wait." Cas suggested.

"Such as?"

Cas suddenly closed the distance between himself and the hunter.

"Uh. Cas?"

Cas grinned. "Shut up." He said, mimicking Dean, and then he gave Dean a short kiss on the lips. Dean stared at him, his mouth agape. Cas locked eyes with him, the grin still on his face.

The batter suddenly hissed on the stove as a bubble popped, making Dean jump. His stare locked on to the ice cream. What the hell had just happened? And why wouldn't that damn tingling in his stomach and on his lips go away? What the hell!

Dean felt the spoon drop from his hand as he turned back to Cas. Without a word, the hunter pulled Cas toward him and kissed him, almost immediately pushing at the ex-angel's lips for entrance. Cas gave it to him, moaning as Dean's tongue slid into his mouth.

Suddenly a familiar voice rang out.

"Dean, I heard a weird noise, are you guys...oh." Dean and Cas broke apart, and whirled to face the kitchen door, who's frame was filled by Sam. The younger hunter was practically grinning from ear to ear.

"Never mind." Sam coughed, and shut the door. Outside of it they heard Kevin say,

"What was that?"

Sam responded bluntly, "Dean and Cas are hooking up in the kitchen."

"Dammit Sam!" Dean shouted, and they could hear Sam cackling. Cas laughed nervously, then glanced at the ice cream.

"I think it's been long enough."

"What? Oh. Right. Yeah." Dean said, turning his attention to the ice cream. He shut off the stove, and put the saucepan in the fridge. After he shut the door, he turned to Cas.

"We'd better clean this up." Dean pointed to the batter-covered counter and floor. Cas nodded, and grabbed the paper towel roll from near the sink. They each grabbed some, mopped up the batter, all the while thinking how great of a distraction cooking had turned into.

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