So my Wincestiel Big Bang is eating me alive. URgh. But I took a break tonight to make this! Love you guys, thanks for all the sweet reviews!
July 23, 2015
"So guess what?"
Castiel smiled at Dean as he set his cell on the counter.
"What?" Dean asked, pulling a platter out of the dishwasher.
"Anna's pregnant!"
Dean's face lit up. "That's awesome! When's she due?"
"December," Castiel replied happily, pleased at the very idea of another niece or nephew, and loving the happy tinkle that had been in Anna's voice when she told him. She and Michael had had a terrible time getting pregnant with the girls, and this new little person had surprised both of them, but they were both very excited and happy. "Anna said Michael's very much hoping for a boy this time, but will be happy either way."
"That's great! I'm happy for them." Dean turned back to unloading the dishwasher, while Castiel moved around the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients to make ice cream. They had been invited to Bobby and Ellen's for dinner, and Castiel had promised to bring dessert.
"Hey Cas?"
"Hmm?" he replied, busy pulling stuff out for the ice cream.
"You ever think about it?"
"Think about what?"
"Having kids?" Dean's voice was quiet, almost shy, and Castiel froze in his tracks.
"Aren't we a little old for that?"
"Anna's older than you…"
"I don't think…I mean, I don't know, Dean. Can we talk about this later? I could use your help with the ice cream."
Dean's face fell slightly. "Ankle still hurting?"
"Not so much today." That was the truth. In the three weeks since he gracelessly tumbled down the stairs, Castiel's ankle had almost completely healed, and he was pretty much back to normal although he was still being careful with how much time he spent on his feet at the restaurant.
Dean was setting up the ice cream maker on the counter, the expression on his face a little sad. Castiel moved behind him and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. "I'm not saying I won't talk about it, I'm just saying not now. When we have the time to really talk about it, not when we're rushed and trying to get other stuff done, ok?"
"Ok." A faint smile graced his face. "So what kind of ice cream are we making?"
"One I invented just for you babe."
His husband's face lightened considerably. "Yeah?"
"Yes. A cinnamon custard base with caramel swirl, and chunks of pie crust and apple filling mixed in."
Dean's eyes widened. "Apple pie ice cream?"
"Caramel apple pie ice cream. Just for you."
"I love you."
"Ha! Let's wait 'til after you taste it. It might suck."
"Nah, it'll be perfect. Now get to it chef!"
Castiel chuckled, and pulled out a sauce pan from the cabinet. "I made the filling, crust and caramel earlier. We just have to make the cinnamon ice cream." He handed Dean a vanilla bean. "Wanna cut that up and get the seeds while I start making the base?"
"Sure." Fetching a knife and cutting board, Dean got to work on the vanilla bean. Castiel mixed eggs, heavy cream, half and half, and sugar in the pan. He added Dean's vanilla bean and a heavy dose of cinnamon. When everything came to a bubble, he took the pan off the heat. "We'll let that sit and cool, then toss it in the mixer. Wanna help me break up the pie crust?"
Dean nodded with a smile, and took the sheet tray of crust Castiel handed him. Five minutes later and Castiel was rather grateful he'd made too much – on purpose – because he was pretty sure Dean ate two pieces for every one he put in the bowl.
"You're eating all the profits, Dean," Castiel told him drily. Dean had the decency to look ashamed at least, mouth covered in pie crust crumbs.
"Sorry," he mumbled. Castiel leaned forward and kissed the crumbs off his mouth.
"Don't be. I know you. I made extra."
Green eyes twinkled merrily as Dean snatched another piece of crust. "It's so good. I love your cooking, babe."
"Ok, ok, but let's get the rest of it made. Go get the bowl out of the freezer."
Dean complied and a short time later, they were both watching the ice cream spin around in the ice cream maker.
"Looks so good. I need that like now."
"Gotta let it freeze."
"I'm impatient."
"No kidding." Castiel grinned at Dean. "Good thing I made a batch last night then isn't it?"
"Ooh!" Dean practically ran to the freezer, quickly finding the container.
"Slow down there, cowboy, I want some too!"
Digging around in the silverware drawer, Dean produced a single spoon. He wrenched the lid off the container and tossed it in the sink, then grabbed Castiel's hand and forcefully dragged him into the living room and pushed him down into the couch.
He straddled Castiel's lap with a grin, digging in the container with the spoon. There was a huge glob of ice cream on the spoon and Dean shoved the whole thing in his mouth.
"Mmmmmm! Ohmigod, it's pie and ice cream at the same time!" he exclaimed, voice slightly muffled by the ice cream. Dean happily sagged against Castiel, still digging in the container and a second later, Castiel's mouth was also full of cold, cinnamon-y goodness.
And Dean's tongue.
Dean was licking the ice cream out of his mouth.
Castiel suppressed a chuckle, and opened his mouth wider, using his own tongue to push the dessert into Dean's mouth.
His husband gasped slightly, grinding down on Castiel's lap, already hard as a rock, and truth be told, Castiel wasn't too far behind him.
Food, truly good food, had never failed to turn Dean on, and combining his two favorite desserts? Castiel knew that wouldn't fail.
They shared another bite of ice cream, cold, sticky, and deliciously filthy, Dean groaning in ecstasy, grinding harder on Castiel's lap. Castiel carefully removed the container from Dean's hands, put it on the coffee table, then flipped his husband onto his back on the couch.
"So," he whispered into Dean's ear, "I'm guessing you like the ice cream?"
