Cas heard a yelp from the bathroom that was closely followed by a dull thump and smiled. Evidently Dean had not waited long enough for the water to heat up and he had stepped into a cold shower before jumping quickly backwards. He wondered with some part of his mind what Dean had knocked over this time, as this was quite a usual morning routine. He wandered over to the kitchen drawers by the sink and lifted out one of the newer dish towels to wash off the remains of the now extremely sticky pancake batter off of his face and fingers. Once he had cleaned as much of the pancake batter off as possible, he grabbed his keys and wallet and nipped into the bedroom.

'I'm just nipping to the shops for more eggs and milk! I'll be back in a few!' he shouted to be heard over the hammering water.

And to the shops Cas went.

When he returned, he struggled to open the door because of the brown paper bags taking up all of his concentration, he huffed and he puffed and eventually he was able to stumble through the doorway. He slammed the door shut to announce he was home, just in case Dean had somehow managed to miss the commotion of him trying to open the door. Cas huffed a little, as he had expected Dean to help him in through the door when he heard all of the noise but instead he struggled the bags into the kitchen area. Once the bags had been dumped (carefully, as Cas remembered the eggs) onto the kitchen bench he went in search of the other man somewhere in the apartment. He started in the bedroom, thinking Dean might have snuck back into bed for a quick nap but he was mistaken as both the en suite and the bed were quite empty. The living room was the next logical guess and he was quite surprised when the living room proved empty. He was standing with his back to the sofa, facing the kitchen when he heard a sigh.

Jumping in surprise, he turned round sharply and looked down. He had finally located Dean who was laying on the sofa with headphones over his ears and his eyes shut. Cas smiled in understanding as to why Dean hadn't immediately rushed to his aid with the shopping bags. He wondered vaguely what Dean was listening to, probably Elvis. Dean loved Elvis. Cas had an idea and dandered his way back towards the kitchen and started putting the groceries away quietly, except the ingredients needed for pancakes and the fresh strawberries he had bought.

Having never made pancakes before, Cas opened one of the extremely dusty, disused cook books that he had discovered during the first week of his moving in and flipped open to an appropriate page. He discovered he had most of the ingredients he needed sitting out from his trip to the shop and from Dean's eventful first try. He quickly whipped up the batter and waited not so patiently on the frying pan heating up, occasionally poking it with the spatula he found lurking in the back of the cutlery drawer. He sighed and poked the pan again, growing more and more annoyed with how long it was taking. When it had finally heated up, Cas hesitantly poured in some of the batter and followed the instructions carefully. He waited until the underside of the pancake was browned and readied himself to try and flip it. He stood with his legs apart and lifted the pan, taking a deep breath in case this went very wrong and the pancake ended up on the floor.

At the exact moment Cas flicked his wrists upwards,

Dean said 'Mmm, loving that stance.'

Which startled Cas and resulted in the half cooked pancake sailing through the air, smacking Dean square in the chest and sliding down to the floor. Both men's eyes followed the pancake flying through the air, sliding down Dean's chest and when it came to rest on the floor, they looked at each other and then back to the pancake and burst out with loud laughter. With tears in their eyes, both men were doubled over clutching their sides.

Once Dean had regained some sort of control over his own body, he made his way over the small kitchen area so he was beside Castiel and picked him up as the smaller man was still doubled over in laughter. With his head resting on Dean's shoulder, Cas continued to laugh while the tears were still running down his cheeks. After many more minutes, Cas calmed down and looked up at Dean with his eyes still swimming with tears.

'Maybe we should skip the pancakes this morning,' Dean suggested, smirking. 'It doesn't seem to be going well for either of us.'

Cas stretched up to kiss Dean's nose.

'Maybe make them tomorrow instead.'