A/N: These are a series of One Shots written and posted separately by the individuals of The Objectifying Dean Team as doesn't allow joint posts. Check out entries from lostatc, DeansBabyBird and our mysterious 4th author... well, you can't check hers out yet as she hasn't posted. Watch this space!
Kitchen God, by Bird2KThe kitchen feels bright and warm with the sunlight streaming through the window. The aromas of fresh coffee and bacon so strong you can almost taste them. The radio is playing, a faint murmur of music in the background, and someone is quietly singing along with the occasional line and then belting out the chorus in a deep, rich baritone. The room is welcoming to all your senses but especially your sight as you stand just inside the doorway, eyes caught and feet stilled by the vision before you.
In the center of the room stands Dean, narrow hips hypnotic in their subconscious sway to the music as he gazes out of the window. He is wearing a white t-shirt, taut across his broad shoulders, and worn jeans, hems frayed and brushing the tiled floor, tickling at his bare feet. Tucked into the crook of one elbow is a large glass bowl and he is beating the eggs inside it, you can see his arm muscles bunching and contracting under the tight t-shirt as his wrist rotates rhythmically. And you realize that even this action is in perfect sync with the music.
You know he is aware of your presence, has been since you stepped through the door, but he had remained in profile until now.
He turns so that the shaft of sunlight is behind him, and now he is backlit, surrounded by an ethereal glow. An angel brought to Earth to make you breakfast. As if reading your thoughts, he grins wickedly, dimples on display and cocks a brow in query. Angelic, me? But his green eyes glitter like emeralds with a mischievous warmth and even if he isn't Heaven sent, you thank the Lord he's here.