Chapter Four: Breakfast

"How do pancakes sound, Cas?"

"Wonderful."

"Excellent, 'cause that's all we have."

Dean carefully set his angel down in the kitchen and got things ready to make some breakfast. Cas never helped, never even offered, but Dean didn't care. He liked to do this for him- he got to pretend his life wasn't a complete mess for a while.

Cas watched Dean from the table he sat at. His hunter spun around the kitchen grabbing ingredients and it cooking supplies Cas didn't even know they owned, let alone what they did. "Don't forget the chocolate chips!" He called out.

"Of course," Dean replied, offering Cas a handful before he dumped the rest into the batter. Dean never forgot the chocolate chips...and he doubted he ever would. Cas placed each chip into his mouth one by one, letting them melt slowly, filling his mouth with the taste. Then, just like every other morning, he quietly left his chair and snuck up behind Dean. Wrapping his arms around his love, he took in a breath of Dean's scent mixed with the pancakes he so cautiously created. Dean leaned back into the embrace, humming softly. Cas spun Dean around to kiss him, mouth full of chocolate. In moments like these, time froze. Their mouths melted together like the chocolate in Cas' mouth. Their hands knew exactly where to go; Dean's to Cas' neck, Cas' to Dean's waist. This was how they burnt at least one batch of pancakes every morning.

"You smell that?" Dean would ask, pulling apart for a moment.

"Yeah. The pancakes." Cas would point out.

"...shit." Dean would say looking deep into Cas' eyes.

Cas would smile and tell him they wouldn't burn if Dean could just concentrate on cooking. To which, Dean would pick up some loose pancake mix and throw it at his face telling him to go sit back down or they'll loose the rest. Cas sat back down at his little table and watched the cooking begin again like a dance.

When all of the batter was cooked, Dean would grab some syrup and plates and sit down next to Cas. Their legs intertwined under the table as they made fun of each others eating habits- Dean, just use the knife to cut it up, you look like an animal ripping them apart like that!-and their sleeping habits-animal? Please, have you ever heard yourself snore, Cas? It's atrocious.

But when all was said and done the two carried everything into the kitchen again and began to wash the dishes. Soap and flirtatious words flew everywhere. Kisses and touches cluttered the counters and floors. The kitchen could never truly be clean of their love, especially when they would come back the next morning and do it all again.