Sorry it took so long to update, I was moving, then I had to wait for my internet to be set up. Enjoy. FYI, the recipes in here are real, if you wanted to make it.
I woke up early, tucked under Sam's arm, his breath ticking the hairs at the nape of my neck. I slowly disengaged my self from his hold and grabbed his shirt off the floor, pulling it around my shoulders and buttoning it deftly. I padded quietly out of the room hurrying to the kitchen to make breakfast. I opted not to teleport as the flutter of wings could have woken him up. I quickly pulled flour out of the cabinet and sprinkled down the counter top, grabbing margarine, sugar, salt, and milk. I mixed all my dry ingredients together methodically, pausing to wash my hands, then began to mix the margarine in, I stirred the milk in until it was dough, and dumped it on to the counter top. I floured my hands and began kneading my dough. I folded it over and over, until it was no longer sticky. I paused and grabbed sausage from the refrigerator, plopping it into a pan, letting it cook while I rolled and cut my biscuits. I placed my biscuits in the oven and began making white gravy. I removed my sausage from the pan, setting the patties on a paper towel to drain. I left the grease in the pan and added flour, then I slowly started to mix in the milk, stirring all along. I sprinkled black pepper and left my gravy alone. I opened the oven to check on my biscuits, they were rising nicely, just beginning to turn brown around the edges. I smiled and hummed to myself, pulling plates down from the cabinet. I turned my gravy off, and turned off the oven, letting the remaining heat finish cooking the biscuits. I appeared in Sam's room with a flutter of wings, slowly crawling on to the bed.
He had rolled to his back, leaving his delicious torso exposed. "Wake up, Sam." I peppered his shoulder with kisses. "Breakfast." I murmured against his neck. I tucked my head next to his and placed a kiss behind his ear. "Wake up." He groaned.
"It's early!" He grumbled.
"It's breakfast time." I left a trail of kisses along his jaw, his arm curling around me. "I made biscuits and gravy." I kissed his mouth a few times, trying to coax him into wakefulness. He kissed me back with zero resistance.
"Mmm. With sausage?" He said against my mouth.
"Yes." I smiled. "Of course." I ran my hands up his sides, causing him to squirm. "Get up." I sing-songed.
"I don't want to." He pouted.
"Too bad!" I rolled off of him and on to the balls of my feet on the floor gracefully. "Come on, it's getting cold." I was back in the kitchen in a flash of feathers. He joined me in a few moments, dressed only in boxers.
"Not even human, and you still steal my shirt." He laughed. "Women."
"I think it suits me." I peered over my shoulder, bare from where the too big shirt had slipped.
"Oh, it definitely suits you," He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head against my shoulder, as I stirred the gravy a few more times.
"Then what's the problem?" I rested my head against his.
"No problem." He stuck a finger in the gravy and popped it into his mouth, sighing contentedly. "Good." He murmured. "Really good." I smiled and twisted out of his grasp, moving to place biscuits on plates, following it with sausage and gravy. I handed him his plate and moved to the dining area. A few moments into our meal the front door opened, revealing our brothers.
"Mornin', Sammy." Dean grumbled, looking down at his shoes, caked in mud, he removed them, leaving them outside. Sam and I sat frozen. I was torn between staying where I was and letting our brothers know, and flitting to my room and leaving Sam to deal with Castiel and Dean. I finally decided on the former.
"Morning. There's biscuits and gravy." I said, shoveling food in my mouth.
"Awesome." Dean started for the kitchen before looking at Sam and I. Dean had been in our shoes enough to know what it looked like. "I don't wanna know." His mouth turned down at the corners and he tossed his hands in the air before stomping to the kitchen. "Get dressed!" He shouted. Sam and I hustled to our respective rooms to put clothes on.
"I don't understand." I heard Castiel murmur.