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    posted 6 years ago with 215 notes
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    ✕fluff ✕fic

    deancasheadcanons:

    Dean is sleepily watching pancake batter when he feels the handle of the oven digging into his skin. He scratches his belly and steps back a little, but no more than 10 seconds later it happens again.

    With a frown, he looks down at himself and presses forward, watching his soft skin conform to the bar of the handle. He looks back up at the pancake he’s making and wonders if he should start cooking healthier crap. As if in response, his stomach grumbles in hunger.

    He’s getting old, he knows that. And he’s slowed down significantly in the past couple of years. But he still eats like a pig, and apparently it’s starting to show over his waistband. It seems like a thing that should’ve bothered him before now. Sure, he’s noticed that his boxers feel tighter and that Cas bought him new clothes a few weeks ago, but he hasn’t actually thought about what that means. He hasn’t freaked out about it.

    Well, until now. He feels panic coming on as he considers throwing out the pancake batter and skipping breakfast today and maybe searching online for a workout routine and he should go ahead and throw out all the crap in the fridge and go to a farmer’s market or something and–

    “Mmm, smells delicious,” Cas interrupts his train of thought as he curls his arms around Dean’s midsection and hooks his chin on his shoulder. “Have you eaten any yet?”

    “No,” Dean says quietly.

    Cas rucks Dean’s t-shirt up and casually pinches his skin in both his hands. “Just pancakes today? You sure you don’t want eggs and bacon, too?”

    Dean squirms and says “no” again.

    Cas rubs soothing circles into his belly with one hand and holds his love handle with the other. He kisses Dean’s neck and pats his belly a few more times before stepping back and smacking his ass. “Well, in that case, let’s make sure we go all out.” Cas heads to the fridge and pulls out whipped cream and syrup and butter, and then he grabs chocolate chips and a couple of bananas from the pantry. “You can’t just have pancakes.”

    Dean smiles and stares down at the pan. OK, so maybe there is a reason why he hasn’t freaked out.

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