As FFN does not allow too explicit contents, I censored this chapter. On AO3, I do have it up fully.

Before running himself a wonderful, hot shower, Castiël knocked on Dean's door.
"Dean, don't worry about dinner tonight. Seeing I have the day off, I will provide you with proper, Dutch lazy food."
A groan sounded from behind the door (incidentally causing Castiël's gut to tighten deliciously), then Dean's sleep rough voice came.
"Allright. Thanks bud! I'm gonna take a swift shower, then run off to Bobby's. I have an old Ford F350 that needs a new crankshaft. Not the easiest of fixes, so I want to get at it asap."
Swallowing hard, to not have his voice betray how Dean's had affected him, Castiël answered that he understood and that Dean should eat something before leaving.

After his shower, Castiël sauntered to the vanity buck naked. Something shiny caught his eye, and he grinned. It was his day off, and nobody would tell him a responsible accountant wouldn't dress like a highschool metalhead.

Slipping in two of his simplest silver earrings, made Castiël morph into the guy he wished Dean would have met, and maybe even loved.
Hell, the man already called him Cas. That could be his metalhead name now. It was an easy step.
He shoved all his shirts aside and dug deeper in his closet.
No jeans today... he wasn't planning on leaving the house. So, a pair of faded, black sweatpants, and an old AC/DC shirt, without the sleeves.
Cas decided to forgo the rest of his attire, the leather and silver bracelets, the studded collar, and the black eyeliner. Maybe later...

He spent most of the day cleaning, setting things in order, and then lounging on the sofa with a book.
He was just wondering if he should get ready to make dinner, when his phone told him he had a text.

Received 5.25 Dean:
Cas, I'm sorry.
I know we would eat what you called 'proper Dutch lazy food', but things have gone ape around here, and I still have to install that crankshaft properly.
I'm going to be pretty late tonight.
Again sorry.
Dean.

Worried, Cas replied, asking if Dean was ok.
He didn't need a lot of preparing time for dinner, so that wasn't a problem.
To keep his mind occupied, he started a Pantera CD and sank back with his book.
The album had started again, when Dean replied.
Raising an eyebrow at the sentence 'And Lucifer sprained his ankle BAD by not watching his step.' Cas decided to ask Dean about that later.
For now, he needed to make his batter and start baking.
He programmed the CD player to play his favorite songs and grabbed the flour, eggs, milk, sugar and vanilla.

Pad of butter molten in the skillet, Cas poured in another ladle of batter, singing along with 'Medicine Man'.
He tapped his bare foot to the floor, thouroughly enjoying cooking.
He really should thank Dean for reminding him how fun making a real dinner was, even if one as simple as Dutch pancakes, or 'pannenkoeken'.
He slipped from his normal, deep voice to his falsetto, to follow Phil Anselmo's singing. Then he let it slip back. He enjoyed singing along to his music.
Dean would be so proud of him.
A slight cough told him Dean was right there.
He turned around smiling, and muted the CD.

"Hello, Dean."
Dean looked like a fish out of water. His mouth worked, but nothing came out.
Those forrest green eyes flicked over Cas top to bottom, then zoned in on his ear.
Still he didn't speak, and Cas was starting to fear he'd broken Dean.
"Dean? Are you sure you are allright?" Cas asked, hoping he'd get through.
Dean blinked, coughed and blushed slightly.
"Yeah... yeah, 'm fine... so... Pantera? Seriously?" he managed, licking his lips.
If it wasn't for the pannenkoek, demanding his attention, Cas would have kept watching Dean.
Instead he turned around with a grin, and flipped it expertly.

He confessed to secretly liking metal, which had Dean comment that it wasn't that secret. His tattoos would show under his bar shirt. Of course Cas knew that. It just surprised him Dean had noticed them. He explained how he was more free at the bar, because his job at Nomed just wasn't that accepting.
It seemed that satisfied Dean's curiousity, because his attention shifted towards the skillet, and what was browning nicely in it.
His question whether they were crêpes made Cas smile.
"No. Too thick. These are Dutch pancakes. Bigger and thinner, and after a few plain ones, I get creative." he answered.
He could hear the click of Dean's swallow behind him.
Dean's voice was slightly rough, as if his throat was dry, when he croaked out: "Cr..creative... how?"

"I add bacon or apple slices or this..."
He held up the block of cheese.
"Oma gets lots of this from her relatives back in the Netherlands. It's Goudse kaas. Wait until you taste it... Oh! Could you text Gabriel? One line should do it. Just tell him 'pannenkoeken'."
The snort Dean gave had Cas roll his eyes. 10 to 1 he'd say something like...
"Man, I don't even know how to write that!"
And there it was...

Cas sighed, and wrote the word down.
Really, if it was another language, people were so rude at times.
His spekpannenkoek was ready to be flipped, so he did. Then he started slicing the cheese with the cheese slicer oma had given him when he'd moved out.
Feeling Dean's eyes burning a hole in his skull, Cas determinedly kept going, waiting for the next question.
"What is that thing?" Dean asked, wonder in his voice evident.
Chuckling, Cas let the thing twirl in his hand and explained how it was a standard Dutch implement and how he got to have it.

Just as he plated his first spekpannenkoek, Dean showed him Gabriel's answer. It was predictably exited and over the top. It brought a smirk to Cas' face and he asked Dean to set the table. Gabriel would be there around the time Cas would be done with bacon and apple, so it would be prudent to have the table set.
The sounds of plates and silverware being put on the table made a homely background noise.
Dean rummaged around the pantry and called out at him.
"This what you want, Cas?" Dean called, holding up a bottle.
It was exactly what he had told Dean to get, so he replied eagerly.
A blush made its way right to Dean's ears and Cas felt the undeniable urge to grab the man and kiss him until they'd both need oxygen.