My best friend (firelily13) wrote this for me when I begged for Destiel waffles fluff and I want to share it with winjennster to make her feel better. So much love to the both of you!!
The sweet smell of maple syrup wafted through the bunker and the lack of warmth next to him brought Dean Winchester out of his deep sleep. He groaned, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He looked down and traced the spot where the Mark of Cain used to be and smiled.
“Cas?” He called, his voice hoarse. After hearing no answer he sluggishly walked out to the kitchen. The smell of syrup got stronger; he could hear soft melodic humming accompanied by the sound of the radio; Old Time Rock and Roll by the sound of things. He rounded the corner. Cas stood by the stove, spatula in hand, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers and one of Dean’s old, worn Zeppelin shirts. Oblivious to his presence he began to dance; sliding across the floor, singing quietly into the spatula.
Dean leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, a loving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stood there for awhile observing the angel…his angel.
Dean chuckled, “I didn’t know you danced.”
Cas spun around. He dropped the spatula to his side when he saw Dean standing there and blushed furiously, “I…uh,” he cleared his throat.
Seeing that Cas was embarrassed by the whole situation, Dean smiled, and stepped forward grabbing his boyfriend’s hand.
“Uh Dean what are you doing?” Cas asked as the two of them began to sway to the music.
“Dancing.” Dean said simply, pulling the man closer.
He was about to say something else, but was silenced with a kiss. Cas was unsure how long they stood there, dancing clumsily around the kitchen, looking into each other’s eyes. As the song came to a close, Dean pulled the angel in for a final kiss. Cas snaked his arms around Dean’s neck deepening the kiss.
The slamming of the door made the couple pull apart abruptly.
Cas sighed, “He’s going to find out sooner or later.”
“Find out what?” Sam asked entering the kitchen.
“Right nothing,” Sam scoffed, with a wide gesture to their linked hands, “We were wondering how long it would take you two. And it looks like I owe Charlie drinks.”
“You were taking bets?!” Dean asked appalled.
“Of course we were taking bets. We were curious when you two would stop the no homo BS. Sam had very little faith in you two, but I know unresolved sexual tension when I see it,” Charlie giggled rounding the corner, “You two are so adorable…What’s that smell?”
Cas whirled around, quickly unplugging the waffle iron, “I burnt the waffles,” he said frowning.
A few seconds later they burst out in laughter…for the first time in a long time life was good.