A/N: Well, I didn't plan on writing a second part to this, but inspiration struck after I saw all the Dean birthday posts today, so here we are.

It's been about a month since the ski trip, and Dean's managed to ruin everything. Cas doesn't touch him anymore. Not like they touched each other a lot before anyway, but now Cas won't even touch Dean to heal him. Dean actually didn't know Cas could heal him without touch. A werewolf hunt went sideways, and Dean had a nasty cut all down the left side of his face. Cas had wordlessly hovered a hand over it and healed him instantly.

They're in a lull between hunts. Well, Dean and Cas are anyway. Sam and Eileen picked up an easy salt-and-burn after the werewolf thing. Jack is going on his first hunt alone with Claire since he lost his powers after defeating Chuck. Dean felt a little bad for the kid after Cas lectured him on staying safe and not letting Claire pressure him into anything. But Cas had told Jack he could go, so that's a win for the kid at least. It's also kind of cute when Cas goes all dad mode when there's nothing to be worried about.

Dean's restless, and he doesn't know why. This morning he tried to read the novel Eileen lent him, but he couldn't stay still. He washed all the cars in the garage and filled up Baby's oil and checked her tires. He hasn't seen Cas all day, but his truck is here, so Dean knows he's lurking around somewhere. He hates how he aches for Cas when they're literally living together. It sucks. He wishes he could go back to that day in the ski lodge and force himself to have some damn self-control. And kissing Cas on the cheek is probably the most innocent thing Dean wants to do to him too.

Dean inwardly cringes. This is so bad.

He slams the garage door with a huff and makes his way towards the Dean Cave. Maybe he can distract himself with some bad tv until Sam comes back. He finds some dumb show and busies his hands with cleaning his guns and filling shells with salt. He's used to the movements, and it comforts him a little.

Dean has three more shells to fill when Cas walks into the room. He awkwardly stands in the doorway and stares at Dean. He's holding a plate of something. He must've got Jack some new food. Cas finds these really weird snacks at Costco that Jack really likes, but he has Dean taste-test them first "just in case". Dean isn't quite sure what that means, but he won't pass up food, so he always eats what Cas gives him.

Without looking up, Dean asks, "Need something?"

"I, uh—" Cas shifts nervously. Which is strange. Dean doesn't remember the last time Cas looked uncertain. Something's wrong.

Cas is suddenly moving towards Dean. Before Dean can say anything, Cas places the plate on Dean's lap. It's warm. It smells sweet. It's pie.

"What—" Dean begins.

Cas shoves a fork and a knife in Dean's hand and says, "I know it's customary to bake a cake, but I thought you'd prefer pie."

Dean looks back down at the pie. The crust is uneven, and it looks like someone crudely cut holes in the top so the filling barely peeks through. It doesn't like bad, it just looks— "Wait…did you make this?"

Cas won't look Dean in the eyes. "Yes. If you don't like it, you can throw it out. My previous attempts were…failures."

How did Dean not know about this? Dean sputters before saying, "You made pies? Like, more than one?"

Cas scuffs his feet, his eyes trained on the floor. "Yes."

"For me?"

Cas sighs in exasperation. "Yes, Dean. If you don't want it—"

"I want it."

Cas finally meets his gaze.

Dean swallows, then frowns. He says, "Wait, why did you make me a pie?"

The uncertainty is back. "Today is your birthday, isn't it?"

Dean blinks. He opens his mouth. …Today is January 24th. He totally forgot. He doesn't celebrate his birthday. Dean can't remember the last time he and Sam did something for either of their birthdays. "You remembered my birthday?"

"Of course."

"Oh." Dean stares back down at his pie. It smells…it smells amazing. Sweet with just a hint of cinnamon. Dean looks back up at Cas. "Is this apple pie?"

"Yes."

Dean grins. "Awesome."

Cas smiles faintly.

Dean scoots over, making room for Cas to sit next to him. "Wait, you should have some too."

"Oh, Dean, I don't—"

Dean points at Cas with his fork. "Hey, it's my birthday. That means you have to do what I say."

"That's not true." But Cas sits down next to him anyway.

And, hey, it's Dean's birthday, so if he scoots over to press his leg against Cas', you can't blame him.

Dean cuts himself a nice big piece (he isn't going to cut it into slices; he plans on eating the entire thing right now, so there's no point), and shoves it into his mouth. And, oh.

He quickly chews and begins cutting himself another piece, shoving that bite into his mouth before swallowing the first one.

"Is it good?" Cas asks quietly. He staring at Dean with wide eyes. He's uncertain again.

Dean nods vigorously. "Dude, it's awesome," he says with his mouth still full.

Cas grins at him, and Dean can feel the familiar warm happiness spread through his chest that only Cas can make him feel. And for a moment, Dean can believe things are okay between them. For now, he can pretend things are back to the way they were. How they're supposed to be.

Dean swallows, and Cas' grin turns a little mischievous. Dean feels his cheeks heat up. "What?" Dean asks.

"You have some." Cas gestures to his own mouth.

Dean's face grows hotter. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Cas' smile grows. "You made it worse."

Dean wipes his mouth again, and Cas actually chuckles. Cas is laughing at him! "Dude," Dean says. "Just get it."

Cas leans forward, only a few inches, but Dean's heart races. Cas gently swipes his thumb across Dean's chin, catching on Dean's lower lip for half a moment.

I want to suck his thumb.

The thought catches Dean completely off-guard that he doesn't realize Cas has stopped touching him until he sees Cas lick the sweetness off his own thumb. The stuff that had just been on Dean's mouth. They had basically kissed.

And then Cas looks up and freezes. Dean becomes self-aware and realizes how he must look. He's staring at Cas, jaw practically scraping the floor, as he sucks on his own thumb. Oh, god, Dean's practically radiating with horniness right now. And nothing even happened.

Cas suddenly stands, his eyes wide. "Happy birthday, Dean." He rushes out of the room.

Dean glares down at his pie. Yeah, some birthday. He somehow managed to make things even worse.