Cas tried to do it just like the man with the funny hat on the television had, he wanted it to be perfect for Dean. It was nice seeing Dean happy, genuinely happy, when his whole face lit up with a soft glow. When Dean was happy, Cas was happy too. He didn't quite understand why, but he liked it.
He cut the apples carefully, just barely avoiding being nicked by the knife. He dumped the apples in the crust he had found in the fridge and sprinkled a brownish mixture over it. Personally, he didn't understand what was so great about pie, but Dean liked it and that was all that mattered. He placed another crust over the top and nervously looked at the oven. This would be the hard part. The big black box before him was like a fire-breathing dragon he had seen on the television once. Whenever you opened the door, it breathed hot air at you. Cas didn't understand why the humans hadn't come up with a better method of cooking their food yet. It seemed dangerous, scary. He gave a wary glance at the box before opening the door. The dragon was extra angry today, a blast of heat came at Cas but he ducked out of the way. He picked up the pie and hurriedly placed it inside. He pulled his hand back and closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief. The only thing left to do was wait.
Something wasn't right; this wasn't how it went for the man with the funny hat on the television. He had pulled out a golden pie effortlessly; there had been no curls of smoke trickling out and making him cough. Cas watched the strange cooking machine with fascination, maybe there was something wrong with the dragon, maybe he was sick.
He opened the door, wanting to take out Dean's pie before it got sick too, but a thick cloud of smoke made him cough and choke. He urgently closed the door, but it was too late as the smoke alarm went off. Cas covered his ears from the loud, persistent ringing that seemed to be coming from a circular box on the ceiling. This was not how it had gone for the man in the funny hat at all. Cas backed away, afraid that he had angered the dragon somehow and that was the reason for the annoying ringing.
He heard the door open and was relieved to see it was Dean. Dean looked around the apartment in disbelief, his nose crinkling at the smell. Dean took the batteries out of the smoke detector, which, thankfully, stopped the ringing and he opened all the windows. He opened the oven door and pulled out a pie, well, he thought it was a pie; it was so burnt it was hard to tell. "What the hell happened Cas?"
Cas stood in one spot, looking down at the floor dejectedly. "I tried to make you a pie. The man in the funny hat on television made it look so easy. I'm sorry Dean; I just wanted to make you happy."
"Hey." Dean stepped towards him and lifted his chin up so he could look in his eyes. "I am happy Cas. That's the sweetest thing anybody's tried to do for me in along time." He leaned down to brush a piece of charcoal from his cheek before he kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks." Cas smiled up at him timidly, hoping all was forgiven. "Come on" Dean said. "Let's go get some pie."
"I guess there's a reason for why angels don't have to eat, it's because we can't cook."
Dean laughed as they closed the door behind them, making Cas smile even wider. Maybe he didn't have to bake Dean a pie to make him happy, maybe he could make Dean happy without even trying.