Cas and Dean wore one each aprons while they were cooking. Dean had given Cas one that read: "Eat me" and he laughed occasionally, looking at the angel with the apron on over his trenchcoat, that he always wore glued to him, .. Cas innocently asked:
"Is something wrong Dean?"

Dean covertly stuck his finger in flour as he answered Cas:
"Nothing Cas, you have a spot on your face, let me clean it."
Obediently, Cas crouched to let the boy wipe off the supposed stain. Dean took advantage of the opportunity to wipe his floury finger on the angel's face.

This was a fun morning, in the Dean“s opinion. He had always liked cooking and eating. Even when they were children and he cooked for Sam, he enjoyed doing it, but sometimes the ingredients he had were so few, it was difficult to get anything halfway edible with them. Yes, sometimes the shortage was such that Dean had gone without food so that Sam could eat. And Dean loved to eat, perhaps because he knew what hunger was.

As Castiel was completely useless in a kitchen, Dean enjoyed bossing the poor angel around and having him as his kitchen assistant.

To the beat of Queen in his famous sound "I want to break free", Cas put the pizza in the oven after removing apple pie to cool.
Meanwhile, Dean sang, clutching a wooden spoon as a microphone.

"I've put the pizza in the oven like you said. What do I do now?"

"Dance"

And holding the hand of the angel, he put his other hand on Cas' lower back and he forced Cas to go round with him speeding through the kitchen.

When the song ended they stared at each other uncomfortably, competing to see who blushed more. And they separated slowly.

"Well ..."
"That was weird," Castiel said, "and I feel dizzy."
"I don't know that angels can get dizzy" Dean said with a strange tone.
"Me neither."

The kitchen was a mess. So they began to clean flour, tomato and other debris, while the pizza baked in the oven is finished to do. Cas had little experience in cleaning and soon he had stains on his sleeves and his shirt.

Also he had a suspicious red tomato sauce stain on his raincoat. The stain was in the form of a hand on the area of the trenchcoat covering the ass, where Dean had grabbed him with his hand to dance.
"I do not know why you have not cleaned it with your angel mojo." Dean grumbled

"You know I'm not at my full strength and I should not waste my grace. But above all, I promised to your brother that I would not use any magic if it was not absolutely necessary."
He scratched his chin, "He said something about what could happen what you order any crazy thing, and I do not know how to say no ... I'm not sure what he meant."
"Woauuu ... of course ...!" Said Dean, who suddenly thinks of a thousand things he could ask Cas to do with his magic, like going to a live concert of Queen.

"Damn Sam! ... I mean ... I do not know what he meant."

In that moment the oven timer rang and the delicious smell of pizza floated through the bunker.
An angel with his face covered in white flour and blotchy shabby raincoat, and a teenager with an expression on his face of plotting some mischief, sat down together to eat. They really do look like a curious couple.
Dean, made noises of pleasure while finishing his second piece of pie, and he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach:
"Really delicious. Is it not Cas?"
"I have to admit that for be only molecules they tasted well enough."
"Some games to help digest?" asked Dean.

"Dean, I do not think that games really help ..."
"It's a way of speaking. Do you agree?"

"Ok," Cas said in approval.

The afternoon passed quickly.
Dean tried to explain the dynamics of the Pictionary to Cas, thinking that came Sam and Charlie, they could play the four. But it was unsuccessful because Cas seemed unable to understand schematic drawing:
"That cannot be a horse, Dean. Just have two legs. And the sun has no lines around itself, it is a simple sphere formed by hydrogen atoms ..."
"Cas, shut up! Please,... by your father's name!"

And when it was time to Cas to draw, he quickly drew a photographic image of what was on the card. Whereupon guessing was so easy that the game was not fun.

They were luckier with Monopoly, which Cas won because Dean always ended up in jail.
"It's my fucking luck, as in my life," Dean lamented.

TTo Dean's delight, he beat Cas soundly in Scrabble. But, he had to admit that some of the words that he used were not strictly correct, which he got away with because the angel did not know how people talked normally.

They were cleaning up the game pieces when Dean looked at the clock with a worried face:
"It's late. We will not arrive to the film on time, Cas. And you cannot miss it."
He grabbed Cas by his hand and he pulled the angel to the door.
"Come, come Cas ... Come quick!"
And so, dragged by an excited teenager, went the angel Castiel, magnificent soldier of God, on the way to the movies to not miss SpongeBob.

To be continued ...