So…I probably should have updated sooner but work has literally drained me dry (I did 27 hours in 4 days. My only consolation is my pay) and it took editing somebody's story for me to get that creative spark back. So here's an update at last!

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"Dean, may I help you prepare dinner?"

Dean shot Cas an odd look but then shrugged. He wasn't an angel anymore, so it was probably a good idea for him to learn how to take care of himself if they were ever separated. Remembering how woefully unprepared Cas had been last time – to the point where he was homeless and desperate and proud of a freaking retail job – made Dean's stomach twist with guilt and he quickly swallowed down the nausea that threatened to arise inside him.

"Course you can." He hoped his voice hadn't cracked and betrayed how his insides were churning. "We're making pie tonight. Homemade pie with real pastry – not that nasty frozen shit."

The smile that Cas shot him banished any lingering vestiges of guilt assaulting his insides.

"That sounds delicious," Cas said, pressing a quick kiss to Dean's cheek. Dean wanted to deny that a goofy smile spread across his face and that he raised a hand to touch his cheek but honestly, he couldn't find it in himself to care. No one else was around, so why should he?

"Great. Let's go empty all these bags and get started."

The couple dragged their groceries down the bunker stairs and through the 'war room' to the kitchen, where Cas unpacked the bags and Dean bustled around to take out all of the ingredients and utensils they needed. If anybody dared to call him 'domesticated' then he would stab them in the throat with a paring knife but, well…it was kind of nice to have a kitchen that he actually knew his way around. They'd never stayed in one place long enough for that to happen before – that is, if the place had even had a kitchenette in the first place.

"We should probably make a salad or a vegetable dish to accompany the pie," Cas spoke up. "Pie by itself may not be adequate in satiating our hunger and Sam would be pleased if he had a healthy accompaniment."

"Hey!" Dean wagged a finger. "Don't you dare take the name of pie in vain!"

"I didn't. However, with your love of pie and hatred of 'rabbit food', I wouldn't be surprised if you claimed the majority of the pie for yourself. It might be wise for me and Sam to have another dish."

Mock-scowling, Dean swatted Cas on the ass and grinned mischievously when Cas jumped away, cheeks flushed.

"Aww, you're adorable," slipped out of Dean's mouth. He froze and tensed but all Cas did was roll his eyes – a habit that he probably shouldn't have picked up from the Winchesters but had anyway.

"And you're insufferable. What would you like me to do, Dean?"

Dean relaxed. This right here was one of the many reasons he – God forbid – loved Cas; the ex-angel knew Dean inside and out (literally).

"You can work on the rabbit food. Just chuck some frozen veggies in a bowl with some water and stick it in the microwave."

"Aren't vegetables cooked on a stove? You once called the microwave the 'lazy way', or the 'leftovers way'."

"True." Dean smirked at Cas. "But I'm not eating them, so why should I care about them being done the lazy way?"

Cas rolled his eyes to high heaven but he was smiling, so Dean just pecked him on the mouth and got started on measuring out what he needed for the pie pastry. He'd just started to roll the pastry out when, all of a sudden, there was a loud explosion and a crash. Acting purely on instinct, he tackled Cas to the ground and covered his lover's body with his own, protecting him from whatever had invaded their kitchen and was rearing to kill them.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean forced out when the kitchen fell silent. "What the hell happened?"

Cas shot him a look that was half-bewilderment, half-sheepishness.

"It seems that the microwave has exploded," he said. Dean blinked, stared down at him, then crawled off to let Cas sit up, still staring at the ex-angel blankly.

"I can see that." Now that he was upright, Dean could see the smoking husk of the microwave on the counter above them. "What the hell did you do?"

"I…I just did as you asked." Cas' brow furrowed as he recounted the steps he had taken. "I filled a bowl with frozen vegetables and water and put it in to cook."

"Well, that shouldn't've done that! Did you put anything else in? What bowl did you use?"

"Does that matter?"

"Yeah! If you used one of those metal bowls we've got then no wonder the thing went off with a bang! You don't put metal in a microwave!"

"No, I used a glass bowl. But…"

"But what?"

Cas looked down at the floor.

"I may have left the fork that I used to stir the vegetables in there," he mumbled. He looked up at Dean, who was still staring at him blankly. "But I swear, Dean, I didn't know! I'm sorry –"

He was cut off by Dean's long, loud laugh. Still half-underneath Dean, he could only watch with a puzzled look as the man doubled over with raucous laughter, slapping the floor and taking in choking breaths of air, only to release them as more laughter.

"Dean? Why are you laughing? Aren't you angry that I broke the microwave?"

Dean shook his head, tears streaming from his eyes, and he cupped Cas' face and yanked him in for a kiss that was punctuated with regular hiccups as Dean managed to calm down.

"Only you," Dean wheezed. "I swear to Christ, Cas. Only you."

Cas still looked confused as all hell but that just made him look ten times more adorable. Dean just shifted so that he could straddle Cas' lap, the ex-angel propped up against the cupboard behind him, and press their lips together. Thankfully, Cas still went along with it and reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Dean and groaning softly into the kiss. Dean didn't know just how far they would've gone on the kitchen floor – not all the way, but probably sans clothes – if they hadn't been interrupted by the giant moose that also shared this roof with them.

"Jesus Christ, guys! What the hell happened?"

Dean broke away from Cas to shoot Sam a grin over his shoulder.

"Cas just had a crash course in putting metal in microwaves. Next time, we're gonna stick a fork in a toaster."

He ignored Sam's muttered, "Jerk," in favour of kissing Cas again because really, who cared about annoying brothers when there was an adorably confused ex-angel underneath him?