all for you.
SUPTOBER DAY 14: ALL FOR YOU. 1k words.
He’s polishing the silverware, for fuck’s sake. If using this grease stained rag in an attempt to make the cutlery look a little cleaner counts as that. Wasn’t even a conscious decision, the table was set, and he wanted it to be nice – it needed to be nice, alright.
Cas didn’t even notice. He picked up the fork and he paid attention to the stew, and the freshly baked bread, paid compliments as well, and didn’t comment on how the loaf was a little burned. He got a little tipsy on wine that didn’t do anything for Dean but then and there Dean swore he’d dive straight back into the Joy Of Cooking. He’d do it in a heartbeat if it meant another opportunity to watch Cas like this: well fed, relaxed, and with a small smile on his face that refused to leave. Like there was nothing Dean could say that would make it fade.