“Dean? You’ve been in the kitchen all day,” Cas said, slumping back against the other side of the kitchen wall. “Can I please come in now?”
“Not yet. Almost… done…” Dean muttered, voice drifting away as he moved further into the kitchen.
“But I miss you.” Cas could feel himself pouting, even though he knew Dean couldn’t see him. It wasn’t like Dean was far away. He’d been one room away all day; telling Cas to keep himself occupied while he worked on something special in the kitchen. But Cas missed his husband; missed the little touches and soft kisses and the way Dean smiled.
Stepping out into the hallway, Dean caught sight of Cas with his back against the wall and a pout on his lips. “C’mere, handsome,” Dean said, pulling Cas closer by the tie until they were finally chasing each other in a lingering kiss.
Cas let out a sigh of pleasure, draping his arms around Dean’s shoulders and pressing even more firmly into the kiss. “Been waiting for you to do that all day,” Cas murmured when they broke apart.
Dean beamed, leaning forward to steal another one, two, three kisses that had Cas feeling dizzy.
“It’s ready now, if you want to see?” Dean asked.
Nodding, Cas closed his eyes for a second to inhale the rich blissful smells that were floating out of the kitchen. It was absolutely perfect. “Yes please.”
Sliding his palm into Cas’, Dean guided them both into the kitchen.
The lights were dimmed, soft candles lighting up their kitchen table in a warm glow. An entire meal was spread out across a red tablecloth. Freshly baked bread, a pot roast in large bowls, and glasses of wine were perfectly placed on the table, along with a stunning strawberry shortcake.
“You- you cooked a romantic dinner?” Cas asked, flickering his gaze from the homemade food up to his husband’s eyes.
“What did you think I was doing in here all day, dumbass?” Dean teased lightly, tone filled with affection. “I remembered how much you loved that pot roast I made last year. And how you and Jack talked for weeks about that strawberry shortcake you found in that cafe last October. So, I thought I’d try my hand at making you a romantic meal.”
Cas felt the distinct sting of tears burning across his eyes, and he fumbled to pull Dean closer into a desperate kiss. “You remembered those things?”
When Dean kissed him again, it was deep and slow and so tender Cas thought he was going to drown in the fondness. “I remember everything when it comes to you.” Gently, Dean tugged Cas down until they were sitting next to each other at the table with their thighs pressed together.
If Cas thought he was in love before, it paled in comparison to how he felt now. Romantic home-cooked dinner by candlelight. His husband remembering small details that made Cas happy. This was love, and Cas couldn’t get enough.
