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Hello my darlings. I would like to do a quick poll here. I am in two minds and I was wondering which you would all prefer. See I can keep this a Destiel only fic and write Gabriel's story separately, or I can include it in this one. If I do include it (which I think would work well) then this story will become a lot longer than I had planned it to be, not that that surprises me in anyway really. But I don't know, so I want you guys to decide. Please leave me a review with your preference and I will go with the one that gets the most votes.

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So here is the next chapter, I hope you like it.

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Dean looked round his kitchen to make sure he had all they would need to cook the simple meal of Spaghetti Bolognese when the buzzer to his apartment went. Moving quickly he answered with a wide smile on his face. He knew who would be on the other end after all.

"Hey Cas." He said down the intercom.

"You know I could have been anyone." Castiel replied with a chuckle in his voice at Dean's way of answering his buzzer.

"But you're not." Dean pointed out making Castiel laugh out loud at his reasoning.

"True. Can I come in?" He asked once his laughter died down.

"Yeah, okay." With that Dean buzzed Castiel through the bottom door and pulled his open so he could watch his boyfriend come up the stairs.


Castiel walked up the stairs with a spring in his step still and a sway in his hips. He was going to spend the night with Dean, and he was going to get to watch the next Star Wars movie, which in all honesty, he really wanted to see. There was also to be his first cooking lesson. Or so Dean hinted. So yes, all in all he was looking forward to this evening with extreme excitement, even if that excitement was tempered by a slight amount of doubt at the thought of trying something he knew himself to be bad at. But Dean would be there with him, and he wouldn't say anything if he, Castiel, did it wrong. He said nothing about his lack of ability at dancing the last time after all. So hopefully he will be the same if Castiel makes a mistake in the kitchen, failing that Castiel would just have to find a way to distract the other man. Hmm, he could think of quiet a few ways to do that. But first things first. It was with that thought he walked up the last flight of stairs to Dean's door to find it open and the man himself once again leaning against the doorframe, though he moved as soon as he saw Castiel, to grab him and drag him into his arms. Not that Castiel was complaining, he rather liked it in Dean's arms after all.

Dean leaned down to give Castiel a welcoming kiss that made the other man hum in appreciation. Yes he could get used to being greeted this way that was for sure. But when Dean went to pull away. They had lots to do after all, he found himself being pushed up against the now closed door with Cas pressed to him, not that he was complaining or anything but…

"Cas, we have things to do, angel." Dean murmured as Castiel started to kiss his way down his neck. Damn, how he could even try to think coherently was a mystery to him right then.

"Angel?" Castiel asked stopping what he was doing and looking up at Dean with a frown and a tile of his head. That was the first time Dean had called him any sort of pet name, and if he was going to use one, Castiel did not feel angel was the most appropriate. He was no angel, he had turned his back on his family and he had allowed Michael to treat him the way he did. He should have known better and he should have had the strength to walk out of the door long before he did.

"Yeah." Dean responded seeing the confusion in Cas' eyes and not being able to stop himself from raising his hand to stroke Cas' cheek. He was just glad he was able to stop the love word from escaping as well. This was getting to be really hard, and Cas had only been there a few minutes. But he could do it. The time wasn't right, not yet.

"I am no angel Dean." Castiel replied still frowning as his eyes connected to the green of the man in front of him. Eyes that seemed to have so much care and feeling in them as they looked at him. He was not used to seeing that look on anyone's face when they looked at him.

"You are to me. Now come, let me show you how to cook pasta." Dean responded simply with love shining in his eyes. Cas really had no idea what an amazing person he truly was, and Dean just wanted to do everything within his power to show him.

"Okay." Castiel replied with a shy smile. Agreeing to more than just learning to cook. He was agreeing to let Dean call him angel, and he liked it. As long as he didn't think about it too much. What he liked most was the idea of being Dean's angel. Yes that he could do, he would be Dean's angel.


Dean dragged Cas into the kitchen and placed him in front of a chopping board which held an onion. Castiel turned to him with a frown and a puzzled look. What did Dean want him to do?

"You need to cut the onion into small pieces Cas." Dean said in response to the confused look and with a smile at how endearing he looked right then.

"How?" Castiel asked frowning down at the vegetable studying it as if it held the secrets of the universe.

"Like this." Dean replied standing behind him and getting him to pick up the knife and showing him how to hold it. He then carefully guided the other man's movements until the onion was finely chopped in front of them and Castiel was beaming from ear to ear at having succeeded.

With that Dean continued to guide Cas around the kitchen, showing him how to cook the onion and the mince and getting him to add the tomato sauce, and he did it all from behind the other man so that Castiel felt that he was doing it mostly himself, and that Dean was there just to give him the reassurance that he would not let anything go wrong.

"And now for the secret ingredient." Dean whispered sensually in Cas' ear. Who knew teaching someone to cook could be such a turn on? For Dean, it really was. But right now he needed to think about what it was they were doing. He didn't want the first meal Cas cooked in his house to burn. The first of many he hoped.

"What's that then Dean?" Castiel asked leaning back against the rock hard body behind him. He loved the feel of Dean's muscular chest against his back.

"Red wine of course."

With that Dean grabbed a bottle from the side that he had already opened and poured a generous amount into the pan and got Cas to stir it in while making sure none of the sauce came out of the pan.

With the wine included Dean moved and grabbed a couple of glasses to pour him and Cas some before moving to put on the spaghetti.

"The secret to great spaghetti Cas, is seasoning the water and putting a touch of oil in as well." He said as he did just that before submersing the pasta.

And Castiel just watched him with joy in his eyes. He had cooked, he had done it. And he hadn't failed, and Dean hadn't made him stop and taken over. It was a refreshing, blissful feeling and Castiel realised that it was one he never wanted to let go of. This feeling of being able to succeed in something he had failed at so many times before. And in that moment he finally understood the sentence, that if at first you don't succeed, then try and try again. Because eventually you will do what it is you wish. And it was worth every bit of the effort.