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Cas is trying to fix breakfast when Dean falls in love.

They’ve always been together, even when they weren’t. They’ve always known that whatever exists between them is cosmic, is a fate not even they can refuse.

But it takes Dean walking into the kitchen and seeing Cas squinting at the toaster to really accept it.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks warily.

Cas just stares at the toaster, leaning forward slightly, all muscles tense like he’s ready to take flight. “Making toast.”

Dean isn’t sure whether he should be rolling his eyes or leaving the room quickly. He decides on continuing to investigate. “You don’t eat toast.”

Cas still doesn’t flinch. “You do.”

Dean nods. “Thanks for that. But why do you look like you’re at war with the toaster?”

Cas brushes the question away with a shake of his head, concentrating. When the toast pops up, he jumps, arms raising slightly in an almost defensive stance.

“What the hell, Cas?” Dean asks, finally irritated enough to let it show in his voice.

Cas moves to the toaster, still wearing an undershirt and boxers and looking nothing like the warrior angel he is. “I don’t understand why the toast pops out so aggressively. Maybe it’s a way for humans to get their blood flowing in the morning. But I don’t trust it.”

Dean pauses for a moment to let that sink in, then starts laughing, deep and loud guffaws from somewhere so deep it almost never sees daylight. And that’s when he falls in love.

He walks forward and accepts the plate of toast Cas is proudly thrusting toward him, and sets it on the counter.

“Don’t you want to eat?” Cas asks, face falling slightly.

Dean runs his hands through that messy, dark hair, then pulls Cas into his arms, locking his hands at the small of Cas’ back. “In a minute.”

Cas’ face lights up again when Dean kisses him.