So I kinda accidentally spurred a witch hunt for @wanderingcas the other day because of her taste in candy and I promised to make it up to her. I’m sorry, Sam. Please accept this fluff as an olive branch.
Dean has walked in on Cas doing a lot of weird things.
Hanging dishes to dry, vacuuming his sheets, cursing at the bread ties, squirting toothpaste directly into his mouth.
Cas was a weird guy with a lot of weird habits, but Dean just rolled with it.
But eating candy corn is where he draws the line.
“Cas, what the hell are you doing?”
The ex-angel’s head perks up from where he’s curiously leaning over a bowl of old Halloween candy, something orange and white-tipped in his hands.
He lips turn down in a guilty pout. “I thought you said it was okay to eat anything in the candy bowl except for the Snickers.”
Dean hurries to take the offensive triangle of sugar from Cas’s fingers before the man actually puts it in his mouth. “Yeah, Cas, but I didn’t mean you should eat the fucking candy corn.”
“What’s wrong with the candy corn?”Cas asks, eyeing the stolen piece Dean is now holding at arm’s length as if it might self-destruct.
“Oh, well, I found it quite tasty.”
Dean’s nose screws up and he barely resists gagging. “Oh, Cas, no! Candy corn is literally the lowest tier of candy in the candy hierarchy. No one actually eats this shit.”
Cas does his trademark head tilt. “Then why do they make it?”
“I look like Willie Wonka to you?” Dean scoffs. “I can’t believe you see a huge bowl of candy and you go for the fucking candy corn.”
“I apologize, Dean.”
Dean just shakes his head, figuring they’ll both be better off if they forget this little incident ever happened. “What else have you tried?”
“I’m afraid the candy corn was the first and only candy experience so far.”
“You’ve never had candy before?” Cas gives a little head shake and Dean is immediately lowering himself to the couch. “Oh, dude, you’re missing out. Okay, you gotta try some better stuff. First, the Smarties.”
Dean pulls a roll from the bowl and turns the ends to release a few pills.
Cas squints at them when Dean drops them in his palm. “Just put them in and chew,” Dean instructs.
Cas obeys and Dean watches closely as Cas begins to nibble, eyes closing against the sour assault to his tastebuds and Dean can’t help chuckling.
“Those are not pleasant,” Cas decides when he finishes.
“Okay, so sour is out. Let’s just move straight to the good stuff. Chocolate.” Dean wriggles his brows and begins to open a full-sized Twix. “Okay so this is like a little cookie covered in caramel and chocolate.”
“That sounds good,” Cas says and takes the bar, taking it right to his lips.
“Cas, no!” Dean says, yanking the candy bar away.
Cas’s eyes widen. “What’s wrong?”
“You can’t just shove the whole damn thing in your mouth. Are you an animal?” He takes the wrapper all the way off and snaps the bars apart. “It comes in two for a reason. Here.”
Cas takes the bar Dean offers, a little more hesitant this time, and lifts it to his mouth to take a small, clean bite.
Dean bites into his own, smiling around the caramel at the way Cas squints as he chews and deliberates. It’s cute.
“I like this one,” Cas says at last.
Dean smirks. “Better than candy corn?”
Cas returns the grin, his a little resigned. “Much.”
They try some more, Cas carefully tasting and judging each piece of chocolate.
Butterfingers are okay.
Almond Joys are abomination.
Reese’s are a gift from God.
Cas is still gushing about the wonders of peanut butter and chocolate when Dean pulls the telltale red wrapping of a KitKat from the bowl. “This is pretty similar to the Twix, but there’s no caramel and the cookie is crispy or whatever. Pretty good.”
Cas has the sense to break the bars in two this time and he bites off half. His frown deepens this time. “This one is not as good.”
Dean’s head snaps back, face disbelieving. “You don’t like KitKats?”
Cas chews a little more before handing the rest of his candy bar to Dean. “No,” he finalizes. “It’s boring.”
All Dean can do is shake his head with disapproval. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”
The couch shifts as Cas’s shoulders are thrown back. “You saw something in me?”
Blood rushes to Dean’s face and can’t bring himself to look at Cas’s face, which seems closer than it had been a minute ago. Much closer.
“I-it’s not, um, y-you- you should try the, ugh, you need to to try a Snickers.”
Dean grabs for the piece of candy, nearly sending the bowl off the table, and tosses it into Cas’s lap.
Cas is still for a long moment and Dean can feel his stare but he doesn’t look up, just prays and waits for this to pass. And it will pass — they always do.
He hears the crinkling of the wrapper as Cas rips it open and a few seconds later there’s a softened crunch. It’s the only sound between the two of them for almost a full minute and Dean doesn’t breathe.
“I like this one,” Cas says at last, deep voice startling Dean into a sharp inhale. “This is your favorite, correct?”
Dean gives a nod, not trusting himself with words.
There’s a pause, Cas waiting for Dean to chime in but he can’t. So Cas continues, “It’s very good, Dean, though I’m not sure it surpasses candy corn.”
Dean looks up then because that is the craziest thing Cas has ever said, and he’s about to tell the man off but he catches Cas’s sly smile and he stops.
“Gotcha,” Cas says with a wink and Dean can’t help the laughter that bubbles from his chest.
“Very funny, Cas,” he says, hiding his soft smile in his lap. He gestures to the bowl. “So… which one is your favorite?”
Cas sighs. “I don’t think I’ve tried it yet.”
“What? Cas, you’ve literally eaten every-”
The movement is quick and completely unexpected and for a second Dean doesn’t understand why his lips can’t move. Then he registers the foreign warmth slipping into his mouth, the heady taste of peanuts and chocolate and a hum that makes his brain short circuit.
Then it’s gone and Dean can only blink, a pair of smiling pink lips coming into focus before his gaze flicks up to pools of blue, looking equal parts excited and scared.
“That one,” Cas says. “That’s my favorite.”
And maybe it’s the sugar, but suddenly Dean is vibrating with energy, like there’s sunlight in his veins, and he launches forward, tackling Cas on a pile of candy wrappers as he tastes his lips for the second time.