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Dean and Cas finally tied the knot a few weeks ago. They got married in a barn, as a nod to the night they first met, though this time no one was shot or stabbed.
It was a great wedding, with everyone they knew in attendance, and they ate like kings and danced all night. As a wedding present, Gabriel had given Cas the ability to properly enjoy human food, and he’d been taking full advantage of it ever since.
They came home with a car full of wedding gifts, including everything from fluffy, fancy towels to a new reloading press for shotgun shells. Most of the gifts had tags or cards attached, but there were a few mystery boxes.
One of the untagged gifts was a very nice crock pot and, for some reason, Castiel was fascinated by it. Once Dean explained how it worked, Cas insisted he demonstrate, so Dean made chili for dinner. Cas was in love.
The next day, Cas ordered a crockpot cookbook. When it arrived, he spent two full days studying it and making lists. On the third day, he went on a massive grocery shop. Then he started cooking.
First it was beef stew. Then chicken & dumplings. Then macaroni & cheese. Then beef & broccoli. Then he expanded his repertoire to include breakfasts: frittatas, hash browns, blueberry French toast. Then he moved on to desserts: apple cinnamon cobbler, bread pudding, and chocolate lava cake.
By the time Cas started experimenting with slow-cooker soups, Dean was at his wit’s end. He’d been exiled from his own kitchen and they hadn’t eaten burgers or a steak in weeks! This had to stop, and Dean needed to know who to blame for this situation.
He asked Sam, but his brother had no idea where the mystery gift had come from. Mom didn’t know, and it certainly wasn’t from Jack. Finally, on night 14 of slow-cooker meals, Dean resorted to a massive group text of everyone who’d been invited to the wedding.
“Who the fuck bought the crockpot?!?”