Cake

One of Cas's favorite human things was cake. Much to Dean's chagrin, he preferred it to pie.

When they went out for dinner, Dean ordered a slice of apple pie for dessert and Cas got a piece of chocolate cake. Dean eyed Cas's cake resentfully - if his boyfriend could love a dessert, why not pie?

Of course, Dean did enjoy the look on Cas's face as he bit into a warm, freshly baked piece of cake: pure bliss. It reminded Dean of the face Cas made just before they fell asleep.

Yeah, he could overlook the dislike of pie.

Horse

Castiel had never ridden a horse. He did, however, have a boyfriend who owned a horse ranch.

So he figured he'd better learn.

"Dean, I'm not too sure about this," he said, keeping a death grip on Dean.

"I gotcha, babe." Dean smiled, looking back at Cas. "Besides, you look damn sexy in those boots."

The mare started in a walk. Cas's fingers whitened, and she moved to a trot.

Feeling Cas's worry in his nearly-numb back, Dean slowed her to a stop. "You okay, Cas?" Cas scowled. Dean swung them down and kissed him softly. "'S fine, babe."

Light

There was a light in a vial around Dean's neck.

"It's your grace," he explained needlessly. "I - I found it."

Cas stared at it. He could be an angel again. Return to Heaven. But that would mean- "No."

"What?"

"I don't want it. I want to stay human. I want to get a human job. I want to grow old, to feel pain and loss. And joy. And love... be Castiel Winchester."

Dean had no words, so he kissed him. No Grace.

Eyes

"Hey, Blue-Eyes!" A man called to Cas as she walked by. Her bright blue eyes flashed angrily, and she grabbed Deanna's hand.

"Fuck off!" Deanna yelled back. When they whistled some more, she turned toward them and stormed forward, ready to punch them both out for harassing her girlfriend.

Cas pulled her back. "Deanna. Don't."

Deanna huffed and whirled back around, flipping them off furiously as the two women walked away.

"Thank you. Do you remember-"

"Yeah, yeah. I just - ugh. Fuckin' bastards. Think they can-"

Cas gave her a quick, silencing kiss. I'm okay, it said. I'm yours.

Blood

Castiel stared at the bloody sigil and his bloody hand. This was betrayal. Blasphemy. For humans.

For a human. Dean Winchester.

The man confounded Castiel. He was nothing like the Righteous Man he expected.

But he had brought up a feeling in Castiel. He had never felt it before, but it was terrifyingly strong.

He had disobeyed, questioned, and turned traitor to Heaven, all for the Winchesters. For Dean Winchester.

Why? Castiel wondered, slamming his hand into the symbol on the wall. He felt himself, vessel and Grace, being shoved away. What is this? Why do I feel this, Dean?

I decided to put some Rule 63 in here because why not. Also, you have no clue how much restraint I had to exercise not to put a "save a horse, ride a cowboy" joke in there. Tell me what you think!