Dean was sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop, glasses on his face, a notepad and pen on his left and an half eaten pie on his right.

Gabe was nearby, cooking dinner for them both, and answering questions every once in a while for Dean.

"What color should we stick to? I was thinking red," Dean said as he took a bite out of his pie. "Or white."

"What about both? Maybe dark red and white."

"Hold on."

A minute or so later, Dean let out an hum of approval.

"Yeah, dark red and white looks good together."

"Alright... Here, come take a break. Food's done."

Dean closed his laptop and moved it aside. He stood up and walked over to Gabe. Smiling, he kissed his cheek softly.

"Love you Gabe."

"Love you too, Dean."