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48. Pie
Castiel was glad that Sam and Dean were out on a hunt. Not because he was tired of them – in fact, he hated not being able to hug Dean whenever he wanted and surprise him with random kisses – but because now he could do something nice to welcome the brothers back. Castiel knew that Dean wasn't a major fan of the 'apple pie life', as he called it, but the ex-angel liked certain aspects of domesticity.
But what to do? How could he welcome Dean back without being told to 'stop being a proper little housewife'? Castiel looked around the bunker, deep in thought, and he was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of the bunker door opening.
"Sam? Dean? You guys here?" Rose's voice rang out. Castiel relaxed when he realised that Sam and Dean weren't back yet, which still gave him time to think of a surprise.
"It's just me, Rose," Castiel answered. Rose leaned over the railing near the front door, a familiar redhead next to her.
"Good!"
Rose and Charlie hurried down the steps. The two of them had become fast friends upon meeting and Castiel was glad that Charlie had someone to 'fangirl' with, as even with Metatron's download he was still perplexed by some pop culture references. Charlie was adamant that this was because he'd simply had the information downloaded into his head rather than actually experiencing all of it.
"What are you two doing here?" Castiel asked.
"Waiting for Moose and Deano, of course!" Rose said brightly. "I wanted to greet Sam like a 'proper little housewife' just to annoy Dean and Charlie wanted to tag along."
Castiel smiled. He was fond of the two girls and could see how much they loved Sam and Dean and he had been a little surprised when he learned that this love also extended to him. The smile slid off his face when he remembered his predicament.
"I need help," he admitted. "I want to welcome Dean back in a way that he will appreciate. He hates it when I do anything 'apple pie' like."
Charlie snorted.
"He thinks he's so tough," she snickered. "He's just a teddy bear."
Rose laughed behind her hand. Just then, Castiel's phone rang and he scrambled to answer it.
"Hello, Dean," he said, a smile crossing his lips.
"Cas!" Castiel could hear the smile in Dean's voice. "We finished the case – turned out to be a witch but we ganked her easily. We're coming now. And good thing too! Can you believe it? This stupid diner didn't have any pie!"
Castiel chuckled.
"I'm sure you'll survive," he said dryly. Inspiration as to what he could do for Dean suddenly struck him. "How long will you be, Dean?"
"I dunno. A couple of hours. I'll make it up to ya when we get back, okay?"
Inappropriate images of how Dean would make up for their separation over the past few days flooded Castiel's head. He smiled, trying to keep any hint of his thoughts off his face in front of the girls. If their giggling was any indication, he was failing utterly.
"Okay. I'll see you then, Dean."
"Cya, Cas."
Castiel dropped his phone back into his pocket, giving Rose and Charlie a baleful look.
"Stop that," he said crossly. "I need your help. I want to bake a pie for Dean for when he returns and I am no good at baking."
"Aww! That's so romantic!" Rose cooed, an evilly innocent grin on her face.
"Don't you love it when your OTP's being fluffy?" Charlie added. Castiel scowled. "Alright, alright! Rosie, check what we've got in the kitchen and go get whatever we need."
"Why me?" Rose complained.
"'Cause Cas needs my mad kitchen skills, bitch. Get your ass in that kitchen now!"
Rose huffed and stalked off.
"If Rose was not dating Sam, I'd suspect that she was going out with you," Castiel commented. Charlie let out a cross between a cough and a laugh.
"I'd totally date her," she said once her voice was back under control. "But I don't make moves on another guy's girl. And she's totally straight. Trust me, my gaydar never lies."
Castiel was wondering what a gaydar was and how one could utilise it when Rose returned.
"Dean's favourite is apple, right?" she said.
"Cherry," Castiel said automatically. He grinned, proud at remembering this piece of information about Dean.
"Whatever. We've got the stuff for the pastry but we need filling. I'll be back in half an hour or so."
Rose grabbed Charlie's car keys and sprinted up the steps.
"C'mon! That pie's not gonna bake itself!" Charlie said, pulling Castiel in the direction of the kitchen. "Grab the flour, sugar, butter and eggs, will you?"
Castiel hastened to collect the ingredients that they needed and Charlie guided him through the process of making the dough for the pastry. Castiel had a lot of fun kneading the dough and once Rose got back with their filling ingredients, a food fight somehow broke out when she accidentally knocked flour onto Charlie's Harry Potter shirt. Half an hour and an empty container of flour later, the three of them were completely covered in flour and other foods laughing loudly. Castiel couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this much.
"Okay, okay! Enough!" Charlie held up her hands. "We need to get this baby into the oven or it won't cook in time and Dean'll be pissed if he has to wait for it!"
Castiel agreed and quickly slid the pie into the oven, wiping his face with his dirty sleeve when a bit of sticky cherry filling dripped into his eye from his hair.
"We so need to get cleaned up," Rose moaned, holding up a lock of blonde hair clumped together with cherry paste and flour. "I'll never get this stuff out of my hair and Sam'll tease me forever."
"I like it," Castiel said. "It is simply proof that we had a very fun time." And it was true; Castiel liked his current messy state because the past hour and a half had been absolutely fantastic and he was reluctant to wash away that evidence.
"Well, I don't," Rose declared. "I'm going to have a shower."
She left the kitchen. Charlie also left to find another bathroom and get cleaned up too but Castiel remained where he was, his eyes glued on the pie. When would it be ready? Why did he have to wait so long?
The moment the timer pinged, Castiel grabbed a tea towel and snatched the pie out of the oven. He placed it onto a rack to cool and then relaxed with a relieved sigh. He'd done it! He'd made a pie for Dean!
The sound of the bunker door opening caught Castiel's attention, since he knew that Rose and Charlie were off playing some gaming console on one of the systems that Charlie had hooked up for them. His heart soared. Was it –?
"We're back!" Dean announced. Castiel smiled and hurried to greet him and Sam. When he emerged into the main area, Sam and Dean took one look at him and blinked.
"Cas, what happened to you?" Sam sounded like he was struggling to hold back laughter.
"Oh…" Castiel shifted self-consciously, realising that he was still a mess. "Charlie and Rose helped me bake a pie for Dean. I wanted to welcome him back after your hunt."
"Rosie's here?" Sam visibly brightened and he disappeared into the depths of the bunker.
"You made a pie for me?" Dean grinned. Castiel nodded with an awkward smile. "Dude, you're the best! Where is it?"
"In the kitchen." Castiel led Dean into the kitchen, where the cherry pie was still cooling on the rack. Dean let out a whoop and immediately descended on the pie.
"I finally got me some pie! Hey, it's cherry! You remembered!"
"Of course I did, Dean." Castiel wondered why Dean sounded so surprised.
"Thanks, Cas. But you know what's even more delicious than cherry pie?" Dean turned to Castiel, a hungry look in his eyes. "Castiel pie."
The next moment, Dean had descended on Castiel and was licking, nipping and kissing every food-coated bit of him. Castiel groaned, happy to finally have Dean touching him again, and threw his head back to let Dean suckle some cherry filling off his throat. Just as he began to flush and heat up, all of the blood in his body rushing south –
"Seriously? Get a room!" Sam complained. Dean flipped him off without pausing in his activities.
"Food's meant to be eaten in the kitchen, Sammy," he said. "And I've got a Castiel pie just waiting to be swallowed."
Sam made a retching noise. Castiel decided to join in the fun.
"Dean, I think I may have gotten some filling in my pants," he said. Dean's eyes shone wickedly.
"I'd better take care of that, hadn't I?" He fumbled for the button of Castiel's slacks. "I'd hate to leave some pie behind. You know how much I love pie!"
Sam made a high-pitched noise as Dean's hand brushed over Castiel's bulging boxers.
"Hmm, I can't find anything."
"I'm sure…there's some," Castiel panted. "Just…keep looking."
"Seriously!" Sam bolted from the room just in time to miss Dean slipping his hand down Castiel's boxers and the ex-angel's embarrassingly loud moan. If this was what happened whenever he baked a pie for Dean, Castiel decided, then maybe he should do it more often. That was his last coherent thought before the rest of his mind descended into a tangled mess.