A/N: A little ficlet I wrote a long time ago and never posted. Obviously not current canon xP.
"Why do you need me, Dean?" Castiel said after the flutter of wings.
"I have a present for you," Dean said, not turning around and not jumping when a sudden kiss was pressed into the soft skin under his ear.
"Dean, I'm God," Cas said, as if Dean had forgotten. "I can snap up burgers whenever I want."
"Quiet Cas, I'm making you burgers," Dean said, flipping each patty expertly and carefully. "Trust me, it'll taste better."
And it did.
Dean watched the blissful expression on Cas's face as he solemnly chewed each bite and grinned to himself.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I'm happy that you're happy, Dean," Cas said.
And since it was just him and Cas home, and no Sam or Gabriel to see, he went over to where Cas was perched on a chair and wrapped his arms around Cas's chest from behind. He buried his face in the back of Cas's head and breathed in his scent.
Cas continued demolishing the plate of burgers in front of him without pause, and Dean wondered if this was what domestic bliss felt like.