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It's the first time Dean has managed to get to the bakery in the week that it's opened, and he can't help but grin. Max is a talented baker, and now, judging by the chaotic crowd passing in and out of the newly-opened bakery, it seems that all of Surrey knows it too. With a grin, Dean slips inside. He knows the crowd will die down eventually. Right now, Max's bakery is the town's shiny new toy, and everyone has to see it.

He watches as Max pulls a fresh sheet of his famous chocolate chip cookies from the oven. Dean has had the pleasure of enjoying Max's fresh cookies countless times, but seeing it now still makes him excited.

But he isn't here for Max. His eyes fall on his boyfriend, and Dean quickly heads his way. Piers doesn't even seem to notice him at first. His head is bowed as he carefully ices a batch of sugar cookies with a lovely purple.

"You look good enough to eat," Dean says.

Piers snorts but doesn't look up. "Bite me."

"Maybe when you're done working," Dean teases. "Those look magnificent."

With a sigh, Piers glances up. He looks exhausted. Of course he does. Dean doubts he's had much time to breathe since the doors opened this morning. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?"

"Because your cousin is our cookie dealer, and if you don't help him out, he might cut us off," Dean answers with a nod, like that nofd makes it more true somehow.

Piers rolls his eyes. "Yeah? Then why aren't you back here learning to decorate cookies, hmm?"

Dean grins. Max hadn't even asked him, probably because he knows Dean's busy with his job illustrating for the Prophet. Even so, Dean would happily don an apron if asked. He and Piers have been together for years, and he considers Max like family in the same way he considers Seamus to be his brother.

"Because I am too busy bringing you treats," Dean teases, pulling a thermos from his bag. "Apple cider? Spiced, just the way you like it."

Piers' expression softens. "Have I mentioned how blessed I am to have you as my boyfriend?" he asks sweetly.

Dean snorts. "Uh huh. You only say that when I do something nice for you."

"Shut up and pour me some cider."

With a laugh, Dean does as Piers asks. "See? There's the grouchy asshole I know and love."

Piers grins as he accepts the cider, pausing to inhale the spiced aroma before taking a sip. Dean wonders if it's the first time he's been able to stop all day. Maybe he should have brought Piers a sandwich too.

"I really am lucky to have you," Piers sighs.

"Not as lucky as I am."

Before either of them can speak, Max makes his way over. "God, I hope that's liquor."

"No such luck," Dean says dryly. "No drinking on the job."

"Prick. I'll forgive the lack of alcohol if you get behind the counter. Can you run a till?" Max wipes his brow, leaving a streak of flour across his skin. "I may have bitten off more than I could chew."

"On it, boss!"

"You're so perfect I could kiss you!" Max tells him, positively glowing.

"Oi! Watch it," Piers grumbles.

"Just a smooch, cousin mine! Now, back to work, both of you."

Dean offers Piers one last look before jumping into the thick of it. It's chaotic and wild, and sometimes he doesn't know how to keep up. In the end, though, he just wants to see the bakery succeed, and he's lucky to be part of it.