Dean woke up that morning full of dread. He didn't know how he was going to make it through the day. He rolled over and looked at the broken shards of glass on the floor where he'd thrown a beer bottle the night before. He was trying not to drink too much, Cas didn't like it when he drank a lot. But he supposed it didn't matter what Cas had thought. Dean had just dragged himself out of bed when he heard a shriek from the kitchen. He rushed out of his room towards the noise, but when he reached the kitchen, for one beautiful minute, all he could do was laugh. Cas was standing there, with flour all over himself and the floor, with a mixing bowl next to him.

"What did you do?" Dean asked when he calmed down. Cas looked sheepishly at the ground.

"I was trying to make pancakes. You seemed kinda down last night, I thought I'd try to help," he said. Dean smiled sadly.

"You are a natural disaster, Cas. Go wash yourself off, I'll clean up in here," he said. Cas nodded and headed off to the bathroom.

Dean would've made ninjas proud with how he avoided Angel at work that day. He wasn't even sure what he would do if he did see her, but it was probably either cry or kill her, neither of which were appealing options to him. When he got home, all he wanted was to go to his room, but Cas was waiting for him.

"Hey! I, uh, I was thinking maybe we could watch some of the top movie hits from the last five years tonight. Get me caught up," Cas said.

"Cas, I don't know..." Dean said. Cas' face fell.

"Oh. Okay, I mean, sure. You probably had a long day," he said. Dean sighed. If there was one person he could never disappoint, it was Cas. Even if this wasn't his Cas.

"Sure, Cas. Let's do it," Dean said. Cas grinned and hurried into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"Um, popcorn, duh!" Cas called to him. Dean shook his head and made his way to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. He started humming as Cas came back in with a bowl of popcorn.

"Renegade, Styx," Cas said as he sat down. His brow wrinkled in confusion. "Sorry. Don't know why I did that." Dean stared at him until Cas gave him a sideways glance and he went back to finding Netflix.

That night, after Cas had gone to bed, Dean sat in his room, drinking beer and looking at the pictures on his dresser. Cas looked so happy in all of them. Dean's favorite, besides their wedding picture, was the one of Cas when he was sick a year ago. He was wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants, and his hair was all ruffled. Dean  Dean remembered that day well.

"Dean, I don't need you fussing over me, I'm fine," Cas said, wiping his nose.
"I will fuss over you as much as I want, Castiel Novak, because that's my job. Do you need a blanket?" Dean asked him. Cas rolled his eyes.

"Oh my god, Dean, you are such a mother hen," Cas said, shaking his head.

"Only for you, angel," Dean said, giving Cas a quick kiss and pulling out a camera.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Cas asked. Dean snapped a picture.

"Because you are beautiful, and I want to remember every moment that we are together," he said. Cas smiled shyly.

"I love you, Dean,"

Dean blinked away the tears forming in his eyes. He didn't know if he could survive this.