"Damn, Cas, I thought you said you weren't good at this!" Dean said teasingly.
That ghost of a smile appeared on Castiel's face for a brief moment before he glanced at the clock.
'I will begin preparations for our meal.' he typed before slipping his phone into his pocket and standing up.
Dean stood as well. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Castiel shook his head, pulling out his phone again.
'Please, allow me to prepare the meal for you.'
He started to put his phone away, but pulled it back out, typing one more short thing:
':)'
Dean chuckled. "You do realize you could just smile, right? Instead of typing that?"
Castiel paused, then sort of grimaced. Dean's first thought was to apologize, until he realized that Castiel was trying to smile.
"No, no, Cas, like this." He smiled, hoping Castiel would follow suit.
Castiel's grimace only deepened.
Dean laughed lightly. "C'mere, man." He reached out and pushed up the corners of Castiel's lips, then let out a snort of laughter.
"Try it yourself."
Castiel reached up to his own face and pushed up the corners of his mouth, looking up at Dean as if to ask 'Am I doing it right?'
Dean laughed again, ruffling Castiel's hair. "That's a start."
That look of childish pride crossed Castiel's face again before he turned and made his way to the kitchen.
As Castiel worked on the food, Dean chattered away, finding that he was very easy to talk to. He spoke of his family, mostly of his brother, since his parents were still a bit of a touchy topic for him, and of previous jobs he'd had, of strange customers he'd had to deal with...
He talked on and on through the meal, which was wonderful, as he continually informed Castiel. It had been a very long time since Dean had been able to talk so freely, and it felt great.
Too soon, it was time for Dean to return home.
"Hey, man, I had a great time," he said as Cas walked him out. "Could we do this again sometime, maybe?" he asked a bit timidly.
He was not prepared for Castiel's reaction.
The shorter man's eyes lit up, brighter than they had earlier, and he fumbled for his phone, typing at lightning speed.
'I would enjoy that very much. Would you like to come back again next week?'
"Of course!" Dean replied quickly, hoping he didn't sound too eager.
The smile on Castiel's face told him it didn't matter if he did.