The sing-song voice floated up the stairs, disrupting the ex-hunters’ sleep. He groaned and rolled over, burying his head beneath the pillow.
He removed the pillow and sniffed the air after a moment, stomach rumbling as the scent hit his nose, pancakes? Dean shot up, sniffing the air more intently, chocolate chip pancakes? He rolled out of bed, ignoring the goose bumps that broke out across his skin as the cold air him him, it’s not my birthday… he grabbed a shirt off the doorknob before freezing at the top of the stairs, shit… is it our anniversary?
He scrambled back to the bedroom, nearly falling over himself to get a look at the calendar. Thank God, he deflated with relief as he saw it wasn’t their anniversary, that could’ve been so bad. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath, okay, if it’s not our anniversary, then why is he making pancakes?
The blonde turned from the calendar and started back toward the stairs, only one way to find out… He began down the stairs slowly, keeping his eyes and ears open for any indication of whatever it was he was missing. He rounded the corner and leaned himself against the doorframe in the kitchen, watching as the raven-haired man ladled batter onto the flat top. The blondes’ eyes roamed over the table, nothing out of the ordinary…
“There you are!” Cas gave him a thousand-watt smile and placed a plate piled high with pancakes down on the table, arching an eyebrow, “Well?” He gestured to the chair before spinning back around to the stove, “They’re gonna get cold.”
“Sorry,” the blonde took a seat, starring at the stack in front of him, smell enveloping his senses, man they smell good. “What’s the occasion?”
He watched his boyfriends’ back carefully for any indication he should know what was happening, but to his surprise, he just shrugged before turning back around, giant smile still on his face, “It’s Pancake Day.”
“Yeah,” Cas sat himself down, his plate almost empty compared to the monster stack on the Winchesters’, “I read about it online, and didn’t think you’d mind if we made it a tradition.”
“Oh,” the blonde nodded slowly and felt himself relax more as he learned he wasn’t in fact forgetting anything. He noticed the look on his lovers’ face and his brows creased in confusion, “What?”
Cas smiled and shook his head, “I just thought you’d be happier. If you don’t like the pancakes, we don’t have to-”
“No! No, it’s not that…” Dean rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, should I tell him? “I mean, I would love to make pancakes a tradition.”
“Ooohhh, I get it,” he reached for the syrup.
“You thought you were in trouble.”
“Well…” he took in the raven-haired mans’ expression and felt his cheeks heat up, “yes, okay? I thought – only for a second – that maybe I had forgotten our anniversary or something.”
“Don’t worry,” Cas’ smile returned, and he was barely able to hold in his chuckles, “If you ever did forget something that big, you wouldn’t be waking up to the scent of pancakes.”
“Nope,” he passed the syrup and winked, “You’d wake up wearing them.”
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