Cas was laying in the backseat of Baby, waiting for Dean. He had his arm over his eyes, he was attempting to take a nap; then he thought about the backseat and him laying on it... with someone on top... he quickly stopped the thoughts. He shouldn't– couldn't– have thoughts about his best friend like that; though Cas couldn't help it.
Thump thump thump. Cas jumped up, the sound of Dean knocking on the window made him jump. Dean crawled in and began laughing, "You shoulda seen your face!" Dean said then handed him his hot cocoa. "Dude, it's not even that cold outside." Dean said.
"Dean. It's 50° outside."
"Still not cold."
"Deeaaann~ it's still cold." He said, wrapping his tan coat around him. "I can practically feel you rolling your eyes you assbutt." Dean laughed a little, Cas took a sip of his hot cocoa and moaned. Dean turned around and looked at Cas, a blush across his freckled cheeks. "What?" Cas asked, knitting his eye bites together and looking at all of Dean's freckles. "Is that orgasmic?" Dean asked. Cas handed him the cocoa, Dean took a drink and looked at it, "It is orgasmic." Cas laughed a little and nodded, "Climb back up here." Dean said, waving Cas to get up front, still holding on to Cas's cocoa. Cas flopped over into the passenger seat, "We have to go to the grocery store." Cas said, he looked over, Dean was taking another drink of Cas's cocoa. "Dean!" He yelled. Dean jumped and spilt a little. "Dammit Cas, look what you made me do." They laughed. Cas took his drink back and looked at it with disappointment, "You drank most of it." He said. Dean shrugged and Cas stared at him. Dean stared back, "Don't give me the confused kitten." Cas looked down for a moment, confused. "I don't understand why you insist on saying is a kitten face. I don't resemble a kitten." He looked back to him. Dean smiled at him, shaking his head lightly, "You look like a kitten."

"Hey Dean, can you pick me out some good looking apples?" Cas said, he was peaches. "Sure thing beautiful." Dean said, winked, then lightly touched Cas's back as he walked by, sending chills down. "You guys are so cute together." A small red haired girl said, Cas blushed, "Oh! Uh- thanks but we're not together." The red haired girl blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, I just thought– never mind. My names Charlie." She stuck out her hand, "My names Castiel." He shook it, Dean walked up behind him and put his hand on his back, "And this is Dean." Cas smiled. They shook hands, "I'm Charlie." She said.
"Wait, haven't I seen you before?" Dean asked, Charlie shrugged. "I have! You're in our lit class!" Dean said. Charlie piped up, "Yeah! Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak." They nodded, "It was so nice meeting you two but I have to go check on Kevin, I think he may have gotten distracted." They said their goodbyes.
"She was nice." Cas said, putting the apples in the cart. "Yes she was."

"So," Dean said as we climbed into the impala, "what are you making me?" Cas stared at him. "I'm making Gabe a pie." Dean put a hand to his heart, he had a hurt expression on his face, "But Cas, you know pie is my favorite thing to eat." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "If you really want a pie, then get down on your knees and start begging." Dean looked at Cas and winked, "I'll get down on my knees all right." Cas's cheeks began to burn, "Dean!" All Dean could do was laugh. "You have to help me make them now."

"We're going to use my mothers recipe, this will be the best pie you'll ever eat." Cas said, putting on his apron. "Okay, and you need an apron?" He asked, pointing at the "Kiss the Chef" apron. "Yes, I do need it. This is my favorite sweater." Dean rolled his eyes, "All of your sweaters are your favorite." Cas shook his head. "This ones my real favorite. Will you tie this?" Cas turned around, Dean started tying it. "Dean, I swear to god, if you throw flour on me, I will beat your ass."
"That just encourages me to do it and you know it."
"Ya nasty."

"So Cas, how are you feeling?" Dean asked. Cas rubbed his palms on his black skinny jeans. What do I say? He thought to himself. "I'm fine." He said finally. "No you're not." Dean looked him in the eyes. He couldn't break the eye contact, Dean knew he wasn't fine. "I'd rather not talk about it right now." Dean smiled lightly, "We can talk about it when your ready." Cas stared into his green eyes, getting lost in them– brrriiiiinngg– Cas jumped, knocking over Dean's glass of water, the glass shattering. "I'm sorry." Dean started laughing, "I'll clean it up, you get those pies ready for my stomach." Cas pulled the pies out and looked at them, his mom would be proud. "Cassie! You made my pies!" Gabe slid in, he was wearing Cas's favorite red fuzzy socks. Cas stared at the socks; Dean laughed, "Nice socks." He said. Gabe looked at him and winked, "Thanks, they're Cassie's." Dean looked over at Cas as if to say, Really? Cas nodded, "Those are my favorite socks, you better take them off or I swear..." Cas said, crossing his arms. "You swear what?" He said sticking his tongue out. Cas narrowed his eyes, "I'll make sure you get no pie or any other sweet." Gabe narrowed his eyes, "You wouldn't dare." Cas nodded, "Oh yes I would." Gabe groaned loudly and began taking them off, "You know, sharing is caring." Cas scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Sharing isn't in your vocabulary." Gabe threw the socks at Cas. "Sassy Cassie is an assie!" Gabe stuck his tongue out then stormed out. Dean busted out laughing, Cas gave him a death glare.
He slowly stopped laughing, "That's adorable. Cassie with his fuzzy-wuzzy socks." He laughed again. Cas frowned, "You don't get pie anymore." Cas turned his back on him. He heard Dean get up and come behind him, he put his hands on Cas's shoulders, "How dare you take my pie away from me!" He turned him around and put Cas on his shoulder. "Dean!" Cas yelled. "Put me down!"
"Nope we're goin up the stairs!" Cas squealed. This is platonic. Right?
Dean threw Cas on his bed, then landed on him. "Dean, you're restricting my breathing." Cas tried pushing him off but he wouldn't budge. Cas whined, "Are you gonna give me pie?" Dean picked up his head from Cas's white sheet and asked. "Yes fine! I'll give you pie!"