There had been a familiar pounding in Dean's head when he had woken up. He sat up straight, glancing at the empty spot in the bed where he could have sworn there had been someone there. Dean let out a scoff; He was usually the one to take off after nights like the one before. When a sharp scent reached his nose, he nearly tumbled out of his bed; Was something on fire? Though when Dean was standing up, - jumping once to pull on his jeans - nothing appeared to be on fire. Instead, there was a person sitting at the kitchen table, looking at what seemed to be some form of... Burned applepie.
"Cas!" Dean laughed in relief, making the angel jump up from his seat. Nothing about him indicated anything of what had happened last night.
"Dean." Except for his hair. The hunter was fairly sure that not even the most intense fight would give him this... Look.
"What are you doing?" Dean ran a hand over his face.
"Uh- I was attempting to... Bake you something."
The guilty look on the angel's features made Dean want to comfort him with, well, a kiss. Instead he walked over to the to the table and prodded the blackened whatever-was-left-of-the-pie. "Did you fall asleep or something?" Dean chuckled but Cas didn't find it funny at all.
"No, I didn't-"
"Can't you, I don't know, work some angel magic on it? 'Lord, heal this pie.'?" Dean interrupted him, eyebrows raised.
"It's just a pie. As much as I wanted to surprise you with it, I can't-"
"It was just a joke, Cas." The hunter let out a chuckle and gave a pat on the other's shoulder as he sank down on a chair. "But- Er... Thanks anyway." An awkward pause fell in wich Dean found a half empty beer bottle; Worked for him. It was five in the afternoon somewhere.
"So Cas," He started after giving his idea some thought. "How about I get dressed and then we get outta here to get some real pie and burgers?"
Dean had never seen Cas get ready this fast.