DAY ONE
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Sam and Dean walked into motel room 41 on the evening of February 1st and stopped dead.
'Uh, Dean? Why is our room covered in confetti?' Sam asked; staring at a lone, heart shaped confetti piece as it floated gracefully to the floor.
Dean was looking around just as confused. 'I have no idea Sammy. Maybe the motel didn't clean up from the last occupants of the room?' Just as he asked this he turned around and spotted the kitchen table. 'Pie!' he shouted and rushed over to the table.
'Don't call me Sammy. It's Sam.' Sam mumbled. Dean ignored him.
'Hello Dean.' A gruff voice spoke from behind the table. The voice belonged to Castiel, and he had a smile on his face as he looked at Dean.
'Cas- what? Did you do this?' Dean asked, shocked as he looked at the grinning angel.
Castiel looked proud as he replied: 'Yes Dean. I made it myself!'
Sam snorted and walked over to the table, 'What sort of pie is it, Cas?' He asked politely, nudging Dean with his elbow.
'Bitch.' Dean muttered under his breath which only made Sam grin wider.
'It is an apple pie, Sam.' Castiel replied. 'I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't get you a pie.'
'What? Oh! No, it's fine, I don't want any pie anyway, thanks though, Cas.' Sam replied, 'I'm uh, going to go and get some food and get some research done in my motel room. I'll see you two in the morning.' Sam gets out of there fast and heads to his Motel Room, Number 42; opposite Dean's room.
'So you got me a pie and covered the room in confetti, Cas?' Dean asks the angel after Sam left the room.
'I did.' Castiel replies.
'Well thanks, I guess.' He was walking to the kitchen now, getting forks and plates to eat the pie with.
'You are welcome, Dean.' Cas replied, sitting down at the table where Dean pointed.
'Wow! This pie is actually really nice Cas! Thanks!' Castiel beamed at the praise.
Once Dean was finished with the pie he yawned. Rubbing his eyes he looked across the table at the trench-coat wearing angel and smiled slightly.
'I guess this is goodnight, Cas?' Dean asked, quietly.
'I guess, good night Dean.' Castiel replied, smiling at the hunter.
Dean went to clean up the plate and cutlery he used and went to use the bathroom, ruffling Cas' hair as he went. A flutter of wings told Dean that the angel had left. Dean smiled at his angel's antics. Wait, his angel? When did Cas become his? He shrugged his shoulders and got into the motel bed, the last thing on his mind before falling asleep, being Cas.