Yes, I admit I love destiel. Also I love Sam and that´s why he will be (probably) in all of my SPN stories. I fell and I can´t get up. And I´m not sorry that I will mainly write about these two.
A short drabble :)
Hope you enjoy the story!
"Let me help you?"
"No, Sam, thank you but I'm fully capable of reaching that shelf." The hunter raised his hands in defeat.
"Fine, all right, Cas," Sam sighed and went to sit down on the nearest chair by the table.
When Castiel showed up in the morning with that puppy lost face and told Sam that he wanted to bake a pie for Dean, he couldn't say no. It was their half year anniversary of being together.
The moose tall man wanted to help but.. here they are. The angel of the Lord standing on his tip toes and trying to reach that flour bag. Sam quietly chuckled because one of the beings that demons and creatures feared, was struggling with something as simple as this.
A few seconds later and Bobby walked in. "Sam, could ya help me outside withsomethin.." Bobby paused when he saw the struggling angel but quickly recovered "..your idjit brother is still sleeping and I ain´t walkin up there."
Sam glanced at Castiel who seemed to ignore Bobby´s presence and just nodded. Cas was being stubborn anyway. "Sure thing," and they walked out.
Meanwhile Dean got up and was making his way down when he heard a surprised low yelp.
"What the hell is goin… on," but when Dean stepped into the kitchen he was not expecting this.
His angel covered in white powder and his hands were stuck in the air as he was leaning over shelf for a… flour?
"Huh," Castiel turned after the voice and tilted his head but that only poured more flour from his hair and he suddenly sneezed. Castiel was still getting used to his vessel´s human reactions and it took the angel by surprise. His eyes were wide open and staring at smiling and with laugh struggling Dean.
It was one of the cutest things that Dean has ever seen but he would keep that for himself. Those innocent blue eyes staring at him. They shined even more as the rest of his face was covered with flour. He slowly made his way closer to the angel. "Cas, babe, what are you doing?" he asked as he started to wipe away the flour from Castiel´s hair with one hand while he put the other on the angel´s waist. "I wanted to bake you a pie with Sam´s help. I know you like them and it´s our half year annive… anni…" Castiel blinked and sneezed again. When Castiel straightened himself again, he looked down as if he just noticed his flour-messed clothes.
"So all this mess because of a pie, Cas?" Dean asked as he lifted the angel´s chin. He was smiling at him as he carefully wiped away the flour from Castiel´s lips with his thumb. "But you look damn hot even in this mess," he breathed out as he leaned down to seal their lips together.
