Hello there! I was randomly inspired to type this up. Sorry for any mistakes, I literally did this in fifteen minutes. Might continue this, might leave it as a one-shot. Depends on you guys. I'm working on something angst-y right now. Also, I OWN NOTHING. Love feedback! Thanks xoxoxo
It wasn't unusual to find Gabriel in the bunker anymore, no, it was normal now. Comforting, even. What was strange was the blindingly pink apron he was wearing.
Of course, the normal Winchester logic went something like this; 'New. New is bad. Must point loaded gun at new thing.'
Meanwhile Gabriel thought all was well with the world. Except the ghost and vampires and-well, you get the point.
The archangel sang happily and carelessly, twirling his neon green spatula in one hand.
When he turned around to add a shit load of rainbow sprinkles to a suspicious looking bowl of yellow gooey stuff, he came face to face with a rather scary looking gun. His holy angelic throat let out a deep, manly roar.
Who are we kidding, Gabriel screamed like a girl and threw sprinkles at his attackers.
"What the hell Gabe?" Dean grumbled and brushed his coat off.
The golden haired man clutched his chest and said between gasps of air. "Don't…do that! I've told you three to stay outta my kitchen!"
Castiel frowned and looked around at the mess his brother had made. "Gabriel, what is all this? Are you attempting to create another sugar based life form?"
The Winchester brothers both raised an eyebrow and looked at each other.
'Another?' Sam said with his eyebrows. 'We'll interrogate Cas later.' Dean eyebrow-ed back. They turned to the trench coat wearing angel and watched as he tried to communicate something with his own eyebrows. It looked like 'my mother is lost.' or 'I've been stabbed in the thigh by a toddler.'
"Since you yahoos were gone, I got bored and decided to make cake! Cakes, actually! I've made three so far, but none have been edible yet." The short man grabbed an abnormally huge bag of chocolate chips, and dumped it in an orange bowl.
"So, are you guys going to help or just get in my way? Whenever someone stands between me and cake…they don't make it out in one piece."
Sam scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "I'm in. You guys?" The oldest Winchester nodded. "Why not? I'm bored. Cas?"
The blue-eyed angel blinked.
"Hell yeah! Team Cake Bakers!"