21.- Cooking/Baking

Castiel had met boredom when he was human. He had to actually find a way to distract himself, and since his phone was the only posession, he had and the only thing that kept him somehow connected to the Winchesters, he decided to discover why humanity was so attached to their phones. That's how he found cute kitten videos on Youtube, long, tired and absurds discussions on Twitter and an endless source of fun and ideas on Pinterest.

When he "borrowed" a grace, he forgot a bit about boredom, but another of his many 'defects' was that he was able to learn. So when he learned about boredom, that idea stuck into his mind and now he spent his 'dead' hours doing simple things as reading or watching tv. His phone was still his most relatable companion.

It was about four or five in the morning and Cas was looking at his phone screen, scrolling once again through the pins, looking at beautiful drawings, nice sunsets and funny quotes. Suddenly a particular pin called his attention. It was a table settled for two, with pancakes, coffee, orange juice and toasted bread. He pinned it and then searched for similar images. It wasn't long when he found a lot of 'breakfast ideas'. He couldn't help but imagined he and the Winchester eating something like that, quietly. And it was inevitable to think about Dean. His face and his smile if he once found himself in such scenario. And that melted Cas's heart.

He had never tried anything from pinterest before, but, with a bit of angelical grace and changing the fanciest parts of the 'pinterest breakfast' for something that he could find in the bunker's pantry shouldn't be a problem. He read out once more the parts of the idea and quite hesitated for a bit. But the last part had mini pies. He bit his lower lip slightly nervous and stood up. Quiet, like a cat, he walked towards the kitchen.

The first thing he did was to organize the tools he would be using, such as wooden spoons, pans and the bender machine. After that, he took out of the fridge milk, eggs, butter and fruits. He took some more stuff from the pantry and let everything in perfect order on the counter. Then, he placed his phone next to him and started to cook. He made coffee and tea, also mixed up some oranges, a kiwi, a few slices of apple on the bender. He let that on a glass pitcher and kept going by making toast with avocado and eggs.

Castiel was so focused on his task that he didn't hear Dean. The man didn't interrupt him, though. He just stood by the kitchen door, his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile on his lips.

Then he angel lifted his head. "Hello, Dean." He said, blinking fast. "Breakfast won't be ready in a while, so why don't you go back to bed and I'll let you and Sam know when everything is done?"

"Sam is not here." Dean answered. "He went to back up a hunter who's partner got injured in a town near here. I was supposed to go, but the son of a bitch can't stand me."

Castiel felt his heart racing. One thing was being with the brothers, hang out and learn more about humanity. Another, completely different thing was being alone with Dean. So, he just nodded and got back to his task.

Dean woke up thinking about bacon and eggs, so he hadn't even bothered on getting dress. He was barefoot, on his boxers and his gray t-shirt, his head looked like it had a battle with his pillow and his mouth was dry. So, he did the logic thing. He stood by Cas's side and looked at the angel's phone. He was about to ask about the app, but a second thought stopped him. About five minutes cutting into thin slices of jam, he grabbed his phone and connected it to the sound system of the bunker.

Castiel, who was mixing up ingredients for the baking part gave Dean a funny look. "This is much softer than the music you usually listen to."

"You don't like it?" Dean asked, looking sideways to the angel.

"The melody is pleasant." The angel replied.

Dean chuckled. They kept the silence for a while until Cas started to make the pies.

"Buddy you should lose some clothes. You're gonna get stains all over your coat and you might mess the recipe." The man advised.

Castiel looked at him confused, and took off his trench coat, placing it on a chair. After putting some eggs in the mix, he decided to remove his jacket as well.

Dean looked at him sideways and then he just stood behind Cas. His arms surprised the angel. "Look, you gotta mix it softer, if you're too tough it won't have a good texture."

When that part was ready, and Dean was still standing behind Cas, he tasted the mix. "Take a bit." He said gently.

Cas placed his lips on the spoon Dean was holding. He could feel something, but then again, Dean's body so close to him, the smell of the man's body and the music were too much of a distraction to know if the pleasure he was feeling was caused by the food or the environment. "It's... it's good."

They put the pies in the oven. Fortunately for Dean, how they were pretty small, it won't take long until they could taste them. He decided to serve coffee and they started with the salty part. Dean made sounds of content and muttered words of approval with his mouth full, so Cas never really got them, but that wasn't important. Dean was happy. Dean was happy because of him and that... that was the best feeling of all.

The hunter made his friend taste some of the things he had done, because it wasn't fair, he had put so much effort on it and not be able to eat it. The mini pies were ready and Dean waited until they were eatable (just cold enough so his mouth won't burn) he eat two and let one for Castiel. The angel's pupils dilated. "This is really good. Now I get why you like it so much." He said.

"Buddy, they are really good. You're a natural for this kind of stuff. Seriously, I don't think I ever had such an awesome breakfast." Dean complimented, without sarcasm.

"It's... nothing, I mean, you helped a lot, Dean."

"Just take the damn compliment, ok?"

"Thank you." Castiel said, blushing slightly.

When they finished there was still the task of cleaning everything up and delete all the evidence from Sam's eyes. They were in the process when the music changed again, for Cas surprised. It was something from the 50's.

Dean smiled and started to swing side to side, Castiel was lost in the view, so he couldn't look away when Dean glanced at him. "What?"

"Nothing."

And then, was Dean who was staring. "What?" Cas said, mimicking Dean's previous attitude.

Instead of replying like a normal person, Dean took a step ahead in Cas's personal space and grabbed his face, to put a firmly kiss on his mouth. The angel was surprised, but soon enough, Dean's body pressure on his made effect and he wrapped his hands around the man's waist. His fingers wandered underneath Dean's t-shirt.

Dean took yet another step and Castiel was pressed against the kitchen counter. The hunter's hips were pushing further and the angel moaned, feeling his pants a lot tighter.

"Dean... touch me, please." He begged, breathless.

"I'm touching you, Cas." Dean replied, his lips never leaving Cas.

"Under my clothes." Castiel asked again.

Dean looked at him, his breath was erratic and he was sure as hell he was just as red like Cas. His eyes wandered on the angel's face. If it would be anybody else, Dean would think it was some kind of sex game, but the look in Cas eyes was so innocent that he just lifted his shirt a bit and put his hand on Castiel's skin, who closed his eyes.

They resumed the kissing and when it was time to breath, something in Cas's eyes had changed. The lust was in the house.

Castiel ran his fingers by Dean's waistband and softly he decided to take them down. He ran up and down his fingers on Dean's needed curve. Then, he opened his hand and grabbed it, through the fabric of the man's boxer. "Can I...?"

"Yes." Dean replied fast. "But not here... let's... let's go somewhere else, like my room. We don't wanna do it here, right?"

Castiel was about to say something about the dishes that remained dirty, or the food that should be putted in the fridge, but Dean just grabbed his hand and hurry to his bedroom. There, he pinned Cas against the door and kissed him hard, letting the angel's lips swallowed and red. They felt to the bed and Castiel touched Dean again. The man removed the angel's shirt and unbuttoned his pants.

They were kissing, panting and gasping. Dean rocked his hips against Cas's and the angel moaned softly. The man was so ready, but he didn't dare to take things further.

"Dean... Dean... I... ah... I think we should..." Castiel said, breathless, putting a hand between the two bodies.

"Right, right..." Dean replied and moved aside, laying next to Cas.

They stayed there in silence for a while, then Cas rolled to look at the man. The hunter ran a finger through his cheek. "Dean... what are we doing?" Castiel asked, his voice trembled a little.

Dean chuckled. "Is it wrong, angel?"

Cas shook his head.

"Did you like it?" The man asked once again.

"Very much." Castiel replied, biting his lower lip.

Damn, Dean could resume what they were doing anytime Cas did that.

"I like it too." The man replied, he moved closer to the angel and took him into his embrace. He thought carefully about his next words "Would be ok if we see how much do we like it?"

"Do you mean... Are you asking me...?" Cas questioned, more incredulous than confused.

"I'm saying that I have been wanting to do this for a while and now, I know how it feels I want more. But it's ok if you don't... I guess that yes, I'm kinda asking you out. But just if that's ok with you."

Castiel smiled weakly. "It is ok with me too. I..." He stopped for a second and considered his sensations "I'm a bit tired."

Dean's smile grow wider. "So human..."

Castiel closed his eyes and Dean wrapped him tightly. He closed his eyes as well, but he didn't fall asleep. They stayed like that about an hour or so, until Castiel opened his eyes and smiled at Dean, like he just realized he wasn't dreaming. The angel smelt the man's neck for a second.

"So, what do you have in mind for lunch?" Dean asked.

"I don't know... I left my phone in the kitchen and the app..."

"Mac and cheese. I'll teach you how." Dean proposed.

Castiel's eyes shone with excitement.

They got dressed and went to the kitchen and after finish cleaning the small mess remained, Dean instructed Cas. It was full of laughs and stolen kisses. They even had time to do a little dance while the food cooked in the oven and when it finally was ready, they sat on the table and took out a bottle of wine and two tall glasses.

"Not bad for a first date, uh?" Dean teased.

Castiel smiled.

Dean phone rang. It was Sam. "So, do we have to keep some lunch for ya?... Good, because there's none. Yeah, whatever. Ha ha, very funny... Actually... we'll talk later, alright? Dinner time? No, don't worry, we got it." The eldest Winchester hung up.

"What did he say?" Castiel asked, pouring more wine for both of them.

"He is getting here for dinner. He offered to buy something, but I told him we got it." Dean said and took a sip of his wine. "So, show me, babe, what has your magic app to offer?"