"COOK ON MY WAYWARD CHEF!
THERE'LL BE PIES WHEN YOU ARE DONE!
KEEP ON CHOPPIN' THOSE ONIONS...
THEY'LL MAKE YOU CRY SOME MORE~!"
Dean sung over the music, making up his own lyrics.
He then flashed a cheesy grin into the camera, placing a chef hat atop his head.
"I welcome you all to another exciting episode of 'Deanner Time'!" Dean paused the loud rock music so that he wouldn't have to yell over it and risk waking up the other inhabitants of the bunker.
"Tonight, we'll be baking," He started, pulling out various ingredients. "You know how it is...'Saving dinner, baking things, ...the family recipe'." He placed the last of the needed items on the counter in front of him and winked.
"Now, If my lovely assistant would be so kind as to preheat the oven to 325, we can get started!" Dean spoke, glancing over at Castiel.
The man sighed sighed, wondering how he always got pulled into the tom-foolery of the Winchester Brothers. He was an angel of the lord...he shouldn't have to deal with this! But he did love the baked goods...
"Ooohh Lovely Assistant!? 325, please?" Dean fluttered his eye lashes in feigned innocence.
Castiel complied with the request, albeit he did so with a small pout. "What are we making, All mighty muffin man?"
Dean grumbled, he'd never live that down, after all...how had he managed to make blueberry muffins explode?
"Well, Lovely Assistant, I'm glad you asked~!" He responded with quite a bit of emphasis. "Tonight we will be making Philadelphia cheesecake! Cause, y'know...who'd wanna go all the way to Philly for cheesecake?"
As dean listed off the ingredients to the podcast audience, Cas wandered in the background. So many weird devices...
Then, His eyes landed on the mixer. What was the strange appliance? His curiosity got the better of him, and as Dean spoke to the camera, the blue eyed male's eyes landed on the four eggs, swooping them up into his hands.
He tapped them one by one on the side of the mixer bowl...he had seen Sam making scrambled eggs a few times, it seemed easy enough...right?
Wrong.
As a few pieces of shell fell into the bowl and his hand was covered in egg goop, he grimaced at the weird texture.
He then started the mixer...On the highest setting.
Egg splashed onto the Angel's face and trench coat, and he stumbled backwards, attempting to wipe the grossness from his forehead.
Dean spun on his heels, Glaring at the Angel, then just sighing at the site before him.
He turned to the camera, and with a sheepish smile "Well, seems my...klutzy...assistant has made a mess. So, until next time!"