“Crack one more egg,” you instructed, watching Cas carefully crack an egg into the bowl for your cake batter. “Good! Now, we use the mixer and then pour it into the pan and it’ll be ready to bake.”
Cas nodded, grabbing the mixer and turning it on as you held the bowl steady. As soon as the spinning mixer touched the batter, it went splattering everywhere, speckles of batter getting all over you, Cas and the kitchen walls.
“Shit!” you exclaimed, both you and Cas laughing as he turned it off.
“I think you have some on your face,” he teased with a smile, his thumb wiping away some of the batter on your cheek as he locked eyes with you.
“I think you do too,” you said quietly. Your hand reached behind him and dipped into the flour before placing a dot of it on his nose. “Right there.”
Cas went cross-eyed as he stared at the flour at his nose. You giggled and he looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“I know what you’re doing,” he warned, grabbing a handful flour and advancing on you.
You grinned and ran away from him, laughing hysterically as he chased after you and tossed flour at your back. A squeal left your lips when his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and lifted you into the air, twirling you around in a circle.
“Got you,” he said quietly, placing you back on the ground and booping your nose, covering the tip of it with flour.
You grinned widely, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Cas immediately dropped his handful of flour onto the floor, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.
Dean’s loud voice startled the two of you away from each other, and you turned to see a very angry Dean glaring at you both.
“You two better clean this kitchen,” he warned, pointing his finger at you and Cas. “Friggin’ animals.”
Cas turned to you and smiled as Dean walked away grumbling to himself. “I think we should bake more often.”
You smiled, nuzzling your flour-covered nose with his. “I completely agree.”