"I did them last time." Dean protested as Cas tried to hand him the sponge.

"No, you did them a week ago. I did them twice since then." Cas countered, leaning against the counter, clearly not yielding his position. "It is your turn to do the dishes."

"But, you are better at them than me. You know how to get those weird little stains off the plates better than I do."

"You just scrub harder." Cas sighed, rolling his eyes. "Here, I'll start the water for you." He turned around and turned on the sink, filling the basin with sudsy water. Dean moved forward and snaked his arms around Cas' hips, nuzzling himself into the crook of his neck.

"I know what you are trying to do, and it isn't going to work." Dean could feel the vocal chords vibrating as he kissed the most tender spots.

"You really think this isn't going to work." Dean asked between kisses, moving his hands lower and pulling Cas closer. He could feel him leaning back and believed for a moment that his evil plan was working. "See I told yo-" Suddenly he had a face full of suds. "Dammit Cas." He said, laughing and reaching towards the sink, flicking a handful of bubbles towards him.

"I told you it wouldn't work." Cas teased, dodging the bubbles Dean was haphazardly tossing his way. Then reaching in and grabbing a handful and rubbing into his hair.

"You really want to play this game?" Dean threatened, grabbing a handful of suds and chasing him around the kitchen a few times. They were laughing and sliding around the slick floor in front of the sink. Dean couldn't remember having this much fun in a long time, and Cas couldn't remember having this much fun, ever. Finally Dean grabbed Cas' arm and pulled him close, mashing his handful of suds into his thick hair.

"Now we are even." Dean said, wiping some of the bubbles out of his eyes, laughing.

"And now you have to do the dishes." Cas said tenderly wiping the remaining bubbles of Dean's face. He leaned in close. "And when you are finished maybe we can continue what you tried to start." He kissed him quickly on the cheek and placed the sponge on his head.

"You tease." Dean muttered as the sponge slid off and landed with a plop on the counter in front of him.