Cas kissed Dean again, feeling a lot more confident than the other two times. He smiled against Dean's lips and he felt Dean do the same. Dean's arms wrapped around Cas and he sighed happily, feeling warm and safe pressed against Dean's chest. The boys sat on the floor f Dean's room kissing for a while. The kisses weren't deep and forceful, they were simple and sweet, initiating contact and stabilising the ground. After a while, they broke apart laughing. Dean's stomach was grumbling loudly. They giggled and rested their foreheads against each others, sighing softly and just enjoying the comforting warmth they gave off.

"I think we should grab some food." Dean nuzzled Cas' cheek and purred in his ear.

"I can make pie?" Cas grinned at Dean, knowing that Dean fucking loved pie. Dean's face lit up and he grabbed Cas' shoulders.

"You can make PIE?" Cas just nodded and grabbed Dean's hand.

"You can help." Cas raised his eyebrows and winked at Dean. "Don't worry, I won't give you too much to do." Dean pouted slightly when Cas told him he'd need to do some work for it, but he was only playing.

Once they were downstairs Cas started looking in the cupboards for the ingredients for the pie. The cupboards in the Winchester kitchen were pretty bare if Cas was honest. A loaf of bread in one, some chocolate spread and jam in another, and then in the fridge there was a bit of milk and some cheese. Cas wondered what the hell the Winchesters ate on a daily basis if this is what the state of their kitchen. Cas turned to Dean, digging in his pocket the whole time to find some screwed up money he'd shoved in there this morning.

"We gotta go buy ingredients." He said, waving the crumpled notes at Dean, who seemed embarrassed at the fact they hadn't had what Cas needed.

"Oh sure, we'll just run to the store. Sorry about not having the stuff though – Dad's going shopping tonight I think." Dean shoved his feet into his shoes, pissed off at the fact his Dad hadn't gone shopping last night like he'd promised he would. "Won't be long Sammy!" Dean called over his shoulder as they left the house. For November it was pretty damn cold, wind bitter against exposed skin. Dean shivered and moved closer to Cas, hoping he could warm him up. Cas just smiled and wrapped an arm around Dean's waist, pulling him closer.

"Cold?" The dark haired boy muttered as they turned the corner.

"Yeah, it's colder than I thought." Dean saw the shop in the distance and relief flooded him. Thank God. He sped up a bit, chuckling as Cas had to jog to keep up. They entered the shop and Dean turned, looking at Cas.

"Right then, what ingredients do we need oh mighty chef?" Dean grabbed a basket and headed towards the baking aisle, not paying much attention to where Cas was going.

"Dean, you might want to come and get the apple first." Cas said, pointing to an aisle that was closer. Dean blushed and trailed after Cas like a scolded child.

"Dean be careful don't bruise the apples!" Cas ran forward, cradling his hand under the bag before Dean dropped it on the counter. Dean just raised his eyebrows and carefully lowered the bag. "And preheat the oven please." Dean turned the oven on and sat at the kitchen table, watching Cas fuss over the ingredients and float around the kitchen, grabbing bowls and spoons, and searching every cupboard for a set of scales.

"We uh... don't have anything to weigh stuff with. We don't cook from fresh." Dean shuffled his feet about and Cas smiled.

"No problem, I make this all the time at home with Gabe, I don't really need the scales." Dean just sat behind Castiel, watching him carefully pour the flour and butter in a bowl and mix it. As he watched, Dean had a great idea. Slowly he stood up and went to the counter, hoping Cas was paying more attention to the apples he was peeling than to Dean. Luckily Dean was right. Ever so slowly Dean reached into the bag of flour, grabbing a small handful. Cas looked up at Dean right as he pulled his hand out and hid it behind his back.

"Dean? What are you- Dean what d you have behind your back. Did you take an apple?" Dean grinned mischievously, and way way too late Cas realised what was happening. "Dean NO!" he squealed as Dean brought his hand round and smeared white powder all over Cas' face and t shirt, making huge white hand prints on his chest. Cas gasped in horror, puffing air out of his mouth sending a white cloud towards Dean. Dean still grinned at the smaller boy, eyes glittering in childish glee. Cas just pursed his lips and tried to look cross, but it didn't work. Dean looked too happy to be annoyed with. Cas rolled his eyes and stuck the pie into the oven before turning back to Dean.

"Right, now the pie is dealt with, it's time to deal with you." Cas smirked and Dean felt sudden fear. He and Cas hadn't actually play fought before – only him and Sam, and him and his Dad, and he knew how those always panned out, especially the ones with Sam because he was so bad at changing up his routine. Before he knew it, Cas was on him, flour in hand and that hand was running through his hair and over his face. Dean spluttered and pushed back, the flour on his hands rubbing against Cas' t shirt, leaving larger smears on the dark fabric. In a confused scrum they both launched themselves at the flour bag, desperate for more ammo. The bag, being rather cheap, ripped.

Both boys sat there in a mini state of shock as the flour covered them both. Hair, face, clothes, the floor, everything was covered in a fine layer of white powder. Dean giggled, watching Cas looked horrified at the scene, shocked at what had happened. Then he glanced at the time.

Dad was coming home soon. He had to clear this up. Now. Dean got up in a hurry, panicking.

"Need to clear up, Dad coming home." He whipped off his shirt, and shoved his jeans off, throwing them in a white powder pile to wash before Dad could see the mess. Not even thinking abut the fact Cas was right there and staring at him, Dean grabbed the dust pan and brush and began hastily sweeping up the flour, shoving it into the bin as fast as he could. He was breathing heavily as he picked up a wet cloth from the sink and rubbed it against the tiled floor, making it spotless. After half an hour of solid cleaning when Dean was finally sure the kitchen was presentable to his father, he smiled a tired smile at Cas who was still sitting on the floor covered in flour.

"Oh. You should take those off. I'll wash them." Dean said, gesturing to Cas' jeans and shirt. "And you can borrow my clothes, I think they'll be a bit too big but it's better than getting flour everywhere." He pointed at his small pile of floured clothes, only now realising he was still only in his underwear. Cas stood up, slowly pulling off his shirt. A small dusty cloud appeared around his head as the movement dislodged flour from his hair and he dropped it on the pile Dean had made. Dean could only marvel at Cas' body. It was slim, with muscles that were only slightly defined, but they were definitely there. What captured Dean's attention the most were the thin white scars decorating his ribs, and the black line tattoo on his left arm. Cas felt Dean's gaze burning into his skin and he blushed.

"My brother knows some tattoo artists... they did my tattoos without complaining about my age. He smiled sheepishly. Dean just shrugged. "Oh, the pie!" Cas pushed Dean out of the way and grabbed the oven gloves before pulling the golden piece of perfection from the oven.

"That looks amazing Cas... like wow. Dad will LOVE a piece when he gets home." He smiled at Cas, who could see that Dean was actually happy. "Now, give me your jeans so I can wash them." Cas obliged shyly before running back to Dean's room, praying to the good Lord above Dean's brother Sam wouldn't choose this very moment to leave his room.

Dean stood outside of his room wearing a pair of clean jeans he'd found in the tumble dryer and looked at his phone. There was a text from his Dad. Dean held his breath, hoping the text said that he'd be home soon.

Hey Dean, not gonna be home tonight. Sorry kid. If there's no soup in the cupboard and no money in the tin call Bobby. Real sorry Dean. Love Dad.

Dean angrily locked his phone, staring at the blank wall ahead. He knew Dad's job was important, it was what kept him and Sam from going into foster care but he hated the fact he never got to see his Dad anymore. He hated the fact him and Sam lived off cheese sandwiches and soup. He knew that if he could get to the food bank in town without someone from school recognising him, he would do, because at least then him and Sam would get some decent nutrition. He walked into his room and noticed Castiel sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading a book on angels and demons, one of those fake text books things. He closed the door behind him and just watched Cas for a little while, enjoying the fact that Cas was enjoying himself in Dean's house. If Cas liked it here, Cas would come round more often, and Dean right now was very glad Cas was here.