The best birthday ever

Author: PlumePlume

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to its creators and I do not profit economically from this story.

Spoiler: Cas, Dean and Sam live in the bunker.

Rating: T

Pairing: Destiel

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Happy birthday Dean Winchester!

Have some fluffy fluff with lots of pies and cuddles between a certain hunter and his personal trench coat angel.

Hope you enjoy!

The best birthday ever

Dean sighed in delight as Cas approached, a silver bell-covered tray balanced on his forearm. He set the dish – also silver, the Men of Letters bunker was definitely full of surprises! – in front of Dean, then took a breath and lifted the bell with a sweeping movement.

"Apple tarte tatin."

Dean was literally drooling. The tart was deliciously caramelized, golden, and exhaled a perfume to die for. He turned to the angel, starry-eyed.

"Did you cook it?"

Cas smiled, amused.

"My cooking skills are nowhere near that level, Dean. I'm afraid I obtained this pie in a restaurant kitchen somewhere in France."

Dean's eyes widened.

"Wait, you went all the way to France to get me a pie?!"

Cas shrugged, as if it was no big deal.

"It is your birthday, Dean. You deserve the best. And I'm sure as a very dedicated pie enjoyer, you'll appreciate it."

If it weren't for the delicious pie waiting for him, Dean would have jumped out of his chair in to hug Cas. Instead, he just gave him a look of absolute gratitude.

"Cas, you really are the best."

Cas smiled fondly at him and Dean attacked the exquisite creation.

ooo

Three – French! – pies later, Dean has got quite full. He put his fork down and wiped the corner of his mouth with the plaid napkin Cas had laid out on his laps at the beginning of the meal. The pies had turned out to be absolutely delicious, almost supplanting the pie his mother used to bake for him as a child.

Of course, with each new pie, Dean had offered to share it with Cas, but the angel had politely declined each time. Justifying that it was his birthday, and that he didn't have the palate to fully appreciate the food anyway. Dean leered at the last piece of pie, cherry pie this time, and interrogated his stomach. He would keep this last slice for Cas. Hopefully, if the hunter insisted enough, his best friend would agree to enjoy with him at least a slice of the wonderful birthday meal he had served him.

The idea of keeping a piece for Sam also crossed his mind, but Dean quickly chased it away. His big moose of little brother did not deserve to taste such a delight, with his herbivore palate and his tendency to forget to buy him pie every time he went to the races. Besides, the moose was not even there! He had offered him a "special birthday hug" which had half choked him, then a pile of bottom of the range erotic magazines, before disappearing in a "I already have something planned tonight, enjoy the evening with Cas!".

This was how Dean ended up sitting in the kitchen, in front of a splendid wooden table which came out from Chuck knew where. It was now covered with the crumbs of three sublime pies and the last slice of a fourth one. Dean turned towards Cas, who didn't take his eyes off him from the whole meal, leaning on the central island. The angel was looking at him with a tender expression, probably waiting of the next request of the hunter. A bit embarrassed, Dean cleared his throat and indicated the last remaining pie.

"Hm, I guess you don't want it either, Cas?"

"Unless you're sure you don't want to eat it, otherwise I'll gladly let you have it, Dean," answered the angel, in a very diplomatic tone.

"Well then. You can have it, Cas. It's much nicer to share a meal with someone!"

Cas shrugged his shoulders and answered, not very convinced, "If you insist…".

He approached his stool to Dean's chair, then considered the piece of pie with hesitation. Dean rolled his eyes and caught the piece of pie with his fingers.

"Come on Cas, say 'Aaaaahhhh'!"

The angel frowned but complied, with much less enthusiasm, however. Dean burst out laughing at the deeply perplexed face of his friend.

"Come on, open your mouth, Cas, here comes the little train!"

Cas seemed to finally understand because he loosened the jaws and let Dean slip the piece of pie in his mouth. The angel closed the mouth then took a few seconds to savor the sweetness of the dish. The fingers of the hunter brushed his lips before withdrawing abruptly. Dean shivered. That was strange… Cas looked at him, with his big baby-blue eyes and Dean cleared his throat.

"Hm, you wouldn't have some beer to down all that?"

ooo

It was about two in the morning. Dean and Castiel had ended up sitting on the floor, their backs against the central island, shoulder to shoulder, telling stories and reminiscing about the 'good old days'. In the end, they had only drunk a few beers before getting into a passionate conversation on a subject already forgotten, which had led to another, then another.

Dean felt more relaxed and at peace than he had felt in years, ever since his mother's death, in fact. He let his head rest on Castiel's broad shoulder as the angel told him stories, about the big bang and the creation of the stars and the universe. Sometimes Dean forgot that Castiel was so much more than his side-kick/best friend/adopted brother who he yelled at whenever a hunt went bad. Sometimes Dean forgot that Castiel had witnessed the birth of the universe and was in fact a multi–millennial celestial creature whose essence Dean's brain could not even fathom.

At one point, Dean decided to ask Cas to explain what it was like to be an angel. Even though Dean knew he would not understand any of the metaphysical concepts his friend was talking about. Just to see Cas' tired features soften and his wrinkles disappear into a tender smile as he talked about the freedom and the joy of flying, among other things. Cas must have noticed eventually because he turned to him, looking slightly guilty.

"I'm sorry, Dean, these concepts are probably very complex for you, especially in your state of weariness. I should not overwhelm you more..."

Then, as if Cas just pressed on a switch, Dean suddenly realized all the tiredness accumulated during this evening of abundant food and night conversation. He cast a glance at the clock of the kitchen and let out an astonished swear.

"Damn, it's already 4 AM?!"

Dean tried to get up but his numb legs refused to cooperate. He felt Castiel getting up beside him. And without a crack of joint nor the least dizziness, the bastard! The angel reached out to him and Dean let himself be hoisted and pressed against his best friend. In other circumstances, he would have said something about 'personnal space' but at this moment, Dean felt way too tired to care. It felt good, to be there, against Cas. And that was all that mattered.

They walked up the hallway to their rooms. Dean had ended up nestled in the crook of Cas's neck, enjoying the contact of the soft warm skin against his cheek. The hunter, intoxicated by the smell of the angel – which reminded him of wood fires and apple pies – was murmuring "Warm… Comfy…" more or less understandably.

He felt Cas's pulse quicken, then the angel straightened him a little and hold him more firmly against his side, parting Dean's lips from his neck. The hunter could have sworn that the angel was blushing, but he didn't have time to comment that Cas was already stopping.

Oh. They were already there...

Cas opened the door of Dean's room with one hand and then gently untied himself from the hunter with the other, pushing him gently inside with a hand on his back.

"Come on, Dean. It is time for you to get some rest."

The hunter turned back to Cas, looking sheepish. He was already missing the warmth of this friend. It has been a long time since he had enjoyed some company… His half-asleep brain couldn't think of anything except the warm pillow that happened to be his best friend. And that was now way too far from him. Dean let slip, in a small voice.

"Don't wanna spend the night alone, Cas…" Dean took a step toward his friend and fell back into his arm, cuddling against his chest. "You warm… Awesome…"

The angel blushed furiously and looked away.

"Dean… You really should go to sleep, you are exhausted…" managed to say Cas, in a husky voice.

In response, Dean rubbed his face against Cas's chest and answered, his sleepy voice muffled against the shirt "Only if you're with me, angel…".

"Dean…"

Feeling he was losing the battle, Dean raised his face to look at Cas's eyes.

"It's my birthday, right?"

Cas sighed and mumbled something like 'insufferable'.

"Okay, I'll sleep with you, if you are sure this is what you want…"

Dean beamed at him. "Yeah. Yeah, I… I want that…"

Castiel sighed softly, then entered Dean's room and closed the door behind them.

ooo

Castiel had just laid under the cover that Dean was already back snuggling, wrapping an arm around his chest and nestling his head on his shoulder. Cas fight back the blush creeping on his cheeks and simply laid his hands on Dean's back. A neutral touch.

They stayed in this position so long Cas thought Dean had fall asleep, when the hunter started fidgeting against him. As if he were nervous…

"Dean? Are you alright?"

The angel could feel the hunter's face getting warmer against his neck.

"Cas" he started, in a small, shy voice. The angel was getting worried. "Yes, Dean, what is it?"

"Hm… Could you… Do you think you could mojo out my tiredness?"

The angel blinked.

"I can, but you usually prefer more human way to rest."

The fidgeting increased a bit before Dean replied, in the gruff tone he usually used to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah, I know. But this time I would like to test the angelic way."

Cas opened his mouth then closed it. There was no point in debating with Dean Winchester. "You are sure, Dean?". The hunter's embrace tightened a bit, his face buried in neck was getting really hot. "Yeah. I'm sure".

Well… Cas raised his hand and stroked Dean's soft hair, sending his grace to delicately erase the tiredness of the hunter.

Cas could feel him suddenly tense against him. There was a moment of silence.

Then Dean started fidgeting again, and raised his head to face Cas. He was as red as a beet and avoided Cas's gaze. Dean licked nervously his lips and cleared his throat. "Erm… Thanks, Cas…"

"No problem. Though I don't understand why you insisted on using this resting method. You told me yourself that angelic powers had sometimes unwanted effects on you, especially flying-". Dean interrupted him, a hand raised, and look at him in the eyes.

"Cas, I…" he licked his lips and Cas felt himself blush a little. Was it just him or Dean's face was getting closer and closer?

Dean let out a nervous laugh. "I- I know it's gonna sound so fucking girly but…". He bit his lips and Cas felt a shiver running up his spine. Dean voice was getting huskier as he was getting closer. "I wanted to be fully myself when I would do this…".

And Dean closed the final inches to press his lips against Cas's. Just a small pressure that sent shivers all over Cas's body. He heard Dean moans softly, then the hunter slowly pulled away.

"Damn… 'Shoulda done that a long time ago…" whispered Dean.

Cas gave him a small soft smile and replied "Then, would you mind doing it again?".

Dean watched him in astonishment, then smiled widely, his eyes gleaming a little.

"Sure…"

And he leaned forward to catch Cas's lips again.

ooo

Dean woke up slowly, nestled in the warmest and softest pillow ever. It took him some seconds to remember not to freak out when he opened his eyes and discovered he was in his bed. Naked. With Cas. Who was also naked. And presently busy watching him with all the l- affection of the world. The memories of last night flooded back. Dean blushed deeply and buried his face back in Cas's chest. The angel soothingly traced circles on his back with his hand.

"Hello Dean…"

The normality of the greeting got Dean chuckling. He smiled and finally decided to say 'Fuck it' to all the internalized homophobic principles John tried to drill into his head.

Yeah, fuck it.

He lurched forward and drew Cas into a heated good morning kiss.

They parted some minutes later, panting. Dean laid a final peck Cas's lips and curled back onto his chest, happy.

"Thank you, Cas."

That was the best birthday ever.

Hope you enjoyed!

Let me know if you want more fluff between our two favorite idjits.
I don't write/translate to English as often as I should, but if I get motivated enough... ;)

(Also don't hesitate to let me know, if there is mistakes)