Minutes before Cas was due to walk through the door, Dean struck the match to light the two candles that were always sitting on the table. With everything sitting ready, all Dean had to do was sit and wait, contented with how well he had everything prepared. Right on the dot, Dean heard the tell tale noise of the key in the lock and rushed into the kitchen to finished preparing what little there was left to do so there would be nothing left to do but serve it. Cas walked in, with his shoulders hunched over. It had evidently been a hard day at work. As there was nothing left to do in the kitchen, Dean walked over to Cas and wrapped him in a hug, kissing the top of his head. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's back and squeezed, bringing him closer. They stood there, just hugging for a few minutes until Dean started walking slowly backwards with Cas still tightly encased in his arms so they were both nearing the kitchen.

Cas started sniffing, but since his face was still firmly pressed into Dean's chest he couldn't really tell what exactly he was smelling. There was a mixture of scents as far as he could tell. One of those smells was his favourite, it was the smell of Dean and even just thinking about it made him want to inhale again. Without moving his head, he sniffed deeply again breathing in more of Dean's divine smell. It made Cas remember the night before and his eyes closed as he smiled. The other smell in the room started to bother him, because he couldn't place what it was. He turned his head around so his other cheek was resting on Dean's chest so he could look around the kitchen to try and find the strange smell.

He didn't have to look far, he saw almost immediately that there was a pan on the cooker and buns sitting on a chopping board nearby. He realised that Dean had put in quite a lot of effort for dinner and it brought a big grin to his face. Before letting go, he squeezed just a little bit tighter around Dean's middle and looked up at his face. Dean was smiling down at him and kissed his nose before letting go to go and stir the pan on the hob. Cas figured that the most helpful thing he could do since (he hated to admit it) he wasn't the best cook in the world, was to sit at the table and wait eagerly for home cooked dinner.

While Cas was sitting at the table, he wondered vaguely what Dean had cooked. To say that Cas had a wide variety of food he liked would be a massive understatement he would basically wolf down anything that was set in front of him. But Dean knew that Cas would particularly enjoy this dinner, he had planned it perfectly. He had finished preppping the dinner to be served and brought it over to the table, feeling immensely proud. He set the plate down in front of Cas and watched his face as he took in what was on the plate. Cas looked at the monster of the burger on his plate and then looked up at Dean.

"I'm going to need a bigger mouth!" he exclaimed.

"I thought you might like it," Dean smirked.

Every night it was the same, Dean was amazed at how messy that Cas could be with the simple task of eating dinner. There was ketchup all over the table, the lettuce was all over the floor and Cas himself had the flour from the fresh burger buns all over his face and black trousers. Without even thinking, Dean wet his lips with his tongue.

'I hope you have room left. After all, I did make desert.'

Cas' eyes lit up as they met Dean's.

'Oh?'

In answer, Dean stood up and walked the small distance into the kitchen and bent over, deliberately bending low, to open the oven. He had a particular reasoning for wearing these jeans without the belt and Cas was about to see why. As he bent over to pull the chocolate soufflés out, the jeans rode low enough for the pink silk panties to come into view. He heard a sharp intake of breath and smiled to himself. Straightening up, he walked back to the table with the soufflés wrapped in a dish towel smothering the smile he could feel building up. He careful put the chocolate dessert in front of Cas without making eye contact, smirking to himself.

Sitting down beside the other man, Dean started spooning the chocolate mixture into his mouth while Cas' mouth remained open at the sight of the dessert and the thought of Dean in those silken panties. And more to the point some of the memories of things that had happened while Dean was wearing those panties. Shaking himself out of his daydream, he started hungrily wolfing down the chocolate dessert so he could see what Dean had planned for him to end the evening. Dean noticed how quickly Cas was eating and deliberately slowed down, taking his time to lick the spoon spotless every time. Without stopping gulping his pudding down, Cas began to notice that Dean was playing about.

It drove Cas mad because he knew that Dean was doing this on purpose and that Dean would not be budged from this table until he had finished his dessert and Cas wanted this dinner to go lead into the bedroom. And quickly. He could feel his pants begin to tighten as he watched Dean slowly lick the chocolate off his spoon and knew that Dean was completely aware of what he was doing and what effect it was having on him. The wanting was becoming unbearable for Cas and he wondered how Dean could possibly have this much patience.

Cas put his hand on his crotch and rubbed, not caring if Dean saw him. As it happened, Dean did not see what he was doing, but he heard the loud gasp that escaped Cas' lips. He looked up with wide eyes to see what was going on and smirked wickedly. This was playing better than he had ever imagined, he had simply wanted to tease Cas but this, this was gold. With Cas' head thrown back and his hand on his dick, Dean reached under the table and moved the other man's hand. Cas snapped his head down to give Dean a look of defiance. If Dean was going to do this to him, he would damn well rub his dick all he damned well pleased.

He was pretty surprised when Dean started a rubbing his dick with slow circular movements, it drove Cas insane. All he wanted was Dean. All Dean wanted was Cas. The two men simultaneously moved closer to each other, lips mashing together in a deep kiss and each grabbing at the other's clothes and pulling them off. Cas had gripped the hem of Dean's t-shirt and roughly pulled it over his head, discarding it by throwing it in the direction of the sofa, Dean had got hold of Cas' shirt and in his haste, managed to pop several buttons off and they hit the floor with small plop plop plops and bounced across the floor. Cas moaned into Dean's mouth and Dean snaked his arm around Cas' hips and roughly pulled him closer.

Without thinking, Cas wrapped his legs around Dean's waist and squeezed with his thighs. It was Dean's turn to moan into the other man's mouth. He stood up and Cas was still clung around him, deepening their kiss and tugging at the hair on the back of Dean's head with both hands. Dean supported Cas' weight by holding him up under his perfect ass. He staggered towards the bedroom, taking care that he didn't drop his precious bundle. Once he had carefully wobbled into their room, Dean stood over the bed and laid Cas down on the bed, keeping his legs open by wiggling in-between them and pinning him down with his weight.

Dean continued his kisses down past Cas' chin and carried on down to his chest while pulling Cas' hair with one hand and holding his neck still with the other. He nibbled and sucked and licked his way all over Cas' chest while he wriggled about underneath Dean. moaning and gasping. With his trousers becoming unbearably tight, Cas fiddled with his belt but it was an ordeal trying to focus enough to undo the button fly on his jeans but he couldn't tell Dean to stop the fantastic things he was doing with his tongue over his smooth chest.

His fingers fumbled and slipped until he managed to get the buttons open and thrust upwards so he could pull them down past his thighs to give himself some relief from the straining. Through his muddled (and somewhat indecent) thoughts, he realised Dean must be having the same problem and was internally thankful that Dean was wearing these jeans that meant he did not a belt and was able to fumble the button open and rip the zipper down forcefully. He carefully eased Dean's trousers down over his superb ass and realised in delight he had forgotten that he was wearing those silken pink panties. He reached around and yanked down the front of the jeans to reveal the rest of those fantastic panties.