Birthday Pie
It was six in the morning. Bobby was snoozing on the couch and the Winchester brothers were fast asleep in their rooms. The angels were the only ones up and about that special morning. They were all in the kitchen, pans and bowls littering the counter. Cas had some flower in his hair and face and his brothers were covered in raspberry mush. Castiel giggled, throwing another berry at Gabriel. The archangel glared at the berry now squished on his cheek and flicked it at Cas again.
"We are never going to get done at this pace," Gabriel huffed, trying to lift one of the big bowls up to pour the pie filling into the pan.
"You could have just used your powers," Balthazar huffed, pushing on a rolling pin to flatten out the crust that would go over the top of the pie. Cas was sitting next to him in a pile of flour, throwing a handful of the white powder onto the roller whenever the doe would get stuck on it. However, it looked like they were just going to have a crumble for the top since the crust was so dry from the pounds of flour now littering it. Gabriel opened his mouth to answer back, but Cas beat him to it.
"YUCK! No ways! Gabby's powers are barely strong enough to make a sucker taste like cough syrup!" Balthazar let out a snicker as Gabriel made a sucker magically appear into Castiel's mouth and the tiny angel gagged on the foul taste. Gabriel pushed the bowl upward again, dumping the various berries onto the crust after being satisfied with his payback. Once it was all inside Balthazar and Castiel picked up the crumbling crust for the top and plopped it into the pan. The angel's glared at it for a moment. They were all thinking the same thing. They all turned their heads towards the clock and scowled. They would have to hope that Dean decided to not like pie so they could eat it all instead. Lifting up the pan carefully, Gabriel fluttered over to the oven and popped it inside. Balthazar set the timer and turned around in time to be smacked in the face with flour. Castiel let out a cuddly giggle and lifted another handful of flour. Balthazar dived for it, wings inches from being splattered by the powdery mess. Castiel let out a pout, re-arming himself with a handful of flour. Balthazar grabbed one of the lighter frying pans from the counter and held it like a shield as he dodged Castiel's never ending throws. He scooped up a handful of flour himself when Cas tried to reload and tossed the powder into the air. Luckily for Cas Balthazar has bad aim. The powder missed Cas by a long shot and smacked Gabriel right in the nose. The archangel flew backwards from the impact and collapsed into the sink filled with dish soap and water. Gabriel's head pooped out from the water, the flower on his face now slimy goop. Soapy suds clung to his blond hair and lashes, but the fluffy bubbles did nothing to hide Gabriel's intense glare. Without a second of hesitation Gabe jumped out of the water and swatted a sobbing wet wing at the pile of flour on the counter. Balthazar and Castiel squeeled as they were soon covered in a spray of white. The two sat in the powder, watching as Gabriel lifted a mushy ball of wet flour. When the ball left Gabe's fingers both angels dived out of the way.
"What the hell-"
Splat!
The angels froze as Dean's voice was cut off by the ball of wet flour now covering the hunter's face. Dean ran a hand down his face, brushing the goo out of his eyes and hair. He narrowed his eyes at the group, taking in the demolished kitchen.
"What the hell do you three think you are doing?" Dean questioned. The angels twiddled their thumbs, trying to think of a lie.
Ding!
Saved by the bell. Cas, Balthazar, and Gabriel bolted from their spot on the counter and to the oven. Gabriel pulled the door open, letting the mouthwatering smell of fresh pie drift through the room. Castiel tossed his brothers some oven mitts and the two oldest angel brothers lifted the pie out and set it down on the flour coded counter.
"Happy Birthday Dwean!" the shouted. Dean's eyes widened at the gorgeous pie the angels had worked so hard on creating, completely ignoring that all three angels purposely said his name wrong. Dean breathed in the lovely smell and wrapped the angels into a tight embrace, nuzzling his face in their flour covered hair.
"Thanks, Angels," Dean murmured softly.
"Dean?" Dean and the angel's turned around as Sam stumbled into the kitchen, blurry eyed and tired. He skimmed over the demolished kitchen and then glared at his brother. "You do realize you are going to be cleaning this this time?" Sammy glowered. Dean's eyes swept over the room and then fell onto the pie again.
"After birthday pie, Sammy," Dean announced, jumping onto his feet and setting the angels back onto their feet before searching for a pastry knife. "Well, if I don't get a pie coma first," Dean teased, cutting a piece for him and his angels.
Thank you Dean pie for the request.