Title: I rose in rainy autumn and walked abroad in a shower of all my days
Fandom: Supernatural/Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dylan Thomas
Warnings: AU
Pairings: Dean/Eliot
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 215
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, Dean makes a pie from scratch for Eliot
Eliot doesn't like to celebrate his birthday. Dean figures it has something to do being the only person left of his whole family, and probably that Azazel killed most of them on his birthday.
Dean understands that and decides to not celebrate his birthday. They haven't celebrated anything except Thanksgiving or Christmas, and that's only because of Dean's family.
So, instead he waits until Eliot's away on a hunt (an easy one, though, where he shouldn't need any backup or run into trouble) and calls up Mom to doublecheck all the recipes hiding in his head.
And when Eliot gets home, Dean's got Mary Winchester's special secret salad, chicken marsala with angel hair pasta and extra mushrooms, homemade bread, and blueberry pie.
"What..." Eliot starts, reaching up to rub at a cut on his forehead.
"Hey, none of that," Dean says, walking over to take his hand. "It'll keep while we get you clean, El."
Eliot allows Dean to lead him to their bathroom, but he asks again, "Dean, what's the occasion?"
Dean smiles at him, stealing a quick kiss. "We met three years ago today."
The smile that lights up Eliot's face never fails to make Dean want to do dirty things, but there's a fine meal waiting and the night is so very young.