"No, you just have to wisk it every few minutes, Cas." Dean says, his tone wavering on annoyance. He's only been in the kitchen with his former angel for fifty minutes and he's already ready to call it quits. But, it was his idea and Cas is doing his best- even if his best is spilling a carton of milk, dropping four eggs, and burning the first batch of rolls.

"But, you said not to let it harden, Dean." Cas says, frowning and refusing to drop the wisk.

Dean takes a calming breath and then pries the wisk from Cas's fingers. "I know, but I also said not to let it get too soupy. If you keep at it like your doing, it won't be gravy."

Cas steps back from the stove, his expression not far from a pout at having this task taken away from him, along with the five other tasks Dean had given him. "Perhaps this was a bad idea."

Dean takes one looks at Cas's pout and his heart melts. "Nah, your just learning. You have to mess up a few times to really get it right. Come on, I'll let you put in the next batch of rolls."

Cas squints at Dean, suspicious, but when Dean leans forward and plants a kiss on his lips, Cas melts. "Alright." He says when Dean pulls away. He smiles at Dean and walks to the counter where the last batch of uncooked rolls sits. He pics up the sheet, turns around, and slips on the puddle of sauce he had forgotten he'd spilled.

The cookie sheet of rolls lands with a crash and Cas falls back, hitting his head on the counter.

"Dammit!" Dean yells, then bends down in front of Cas. "Are you okay?"

Cas looks up and Dean sees his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Dean. I shouldn't have agreed to-"

Dean puts a finger over his lips. "Stop it, Cas. Its fine. Are you okay?"

Cas blinks away the tears and nods. "Yes, I am fine."

Dean leans forward and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Good," He says, leaning back. "Now help me clean these up."

The pick up the balls of dough and throw them in the trash, wipe up the puddle of sauce, and Dean grabs the wisk and starts stirring the gravy again. When he puts it down, turns around, Cas pushes his back against the counter and kisses him fiercely, running his hands down Dean's stomach and up his shirt, letting his fingernails scrape at the skin.

Dean wraps his arms around Cas's neck and pulls him closer, kissing him with the same intensity. When he pulls away, Cas moans which nearly kills Dean. "The, um, the turkey needs to be sliced, Cas."

Cas bites at Dean's lower lip and tug before stepping back, leaving Dean completely undone. "Fine. Will you show me how to do that?"

Dean runs a hand over his face and breathes out a shaky breath. "Um, no. You can go set the table. Leave the cutting of the turkey to me. Dropping a batch of rolls, I can handle. Cutting your finger off, not so much."

Cas frowns but obliges, walking over to the cupboard of plates. Dean watches him stretch up on his toes, his sweater lifting up to show a bit of his hips. Dean groans and walk over to the turkey, cursing Cas under his breath for doing this to him.

Sorry this was the first time I'd ever written anything like this. I know it sucks. But thank you for the prompt. :)