HK: Apparently it's request month, if anyone has anything they want to see me write? This is for KingBroseidon, who has finally agreed with me that Destiel is cannon dammit, and therefore wanted some fluff. She then said the word "angst" in a completely different context, but it seems my subconscious isn't particularly subtle.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, you can tell because I wouldn't make myself cry this much!

WARNINGS! Fluff, Destiel, Cas being an atom bomb in the kitchen so shut your ovens and hide your microwaves because shit is going down.

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Smoke poured out of the still smoldering remains of the oven, blackening the walls and ceiling. Dean had thought he had seen enough smoke blackened walls to last him a life time, but apparently not.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to forestall the headache he could feel building. The bitter, pungent smell of burning was already making his head throb.

"Well, there goes our deposit," he finally said with a sigh. Castiel, perpetrator of the destruction, shuffled his feet, eyes fixed on the floor. The angel's eyes were watering a little from the smoke too, but he didn't seem to have noticed.

His tie was charred and his shirt, jacket and trench coat were covered in black marks. Even his hair was more disheveled than his usual "just crawled out of bed" style. All in all, he was the very picture of slightly exploded contrition. He blushed at Dean's words.

Dean knew Cas would have preferred that he yelled, gotten angry, anything but resignation, but it had been a very stressful day and he was too tired for anything else. Castiel, who had stayed in the motel all day and didn't know that, only heard disinterest. His head dropped and his shoulders sagged, and all of a sudden he looked very human.

Dean realized his mistake at once. He stepped closer to Castiel, wrapping his arms tightly around the fallen angel. Cas' ruffled hair brushes against his cheek and it tickles, but it's easy for Dean to ignore when his angel looks so upset.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Castiel's head. "I'm sorry Cas, it's been a really long day... What were you doing?"

His voice was a lot softer this time, and Cas looked up at him, his blue eyes still full of tears.

"I wanted to surprise you... I was trying to make a pie." Cas sniffled a bit. Dean paused, looking incredulously into the remains of the oven.

"That was a pie?" At once Castiel's eyes tear up even more, and Dean hurried to comfort him before a single tear could fall. "I'm sure it was a great pie Cas, the stupid oven was probably just broken, it is only a crappy motel kitchen..."

Of course, since Castiel could quite easily burn water Dean isn't convinced, but since it seems to cheer Cas up a little he can live with the lie. Dean leaned down quickly, pressing a gentle kiss to his Cas' lips this time. "Thanks for trying."

And there is the smile he loves so much. A barely there quirk of Castiel's lips which is somehow more expressive than the most blinding grin from anyone else. The angel finally hugged him back, moving closer to rest his head on Dean's shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Dean," he said softly, and Dean's heart melted.

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HK: Leave me a review if you liked it or want to request a fic! As proved by my Calthazar, I'll write any pairing but I don't do non!con, character death or het. At least, not for Supernatural. :P I've been inundated with fluff recently, so do help me get it out, or help my crack muses make a comeback. If anyone is wondering why these are so short, they look longer on my phone... :D