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"You really should be more careful with the ingredients, Dean," Castiel said. The kitchen already resembled a post apocalyptic world.

"Oh, come on! Baking is supposed to be fun, see?" Dean took some of the flour from the bowl, dumping it in Castiels hair. "Now you look really old."

"I am really old, Dean. And I don't really see the fun in it."

"Here," Dean handed Cas a used spoon, "You can lick of the spare dough."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it's tasty. But if you don't want it ..." His tongue was already out, slowly licking the spoon with visible pleasure. When he started suggestively flicking the tip of his tongue against the spoon, Cas couldn't help but stare.

"Well, maybe I see some fun in it," he said, his voice hoarse.

Smirking, Dean put down the spoon and went back to his dough bowl. "Yeah." He lowered his voice. "And it's like really physical. You really gotta work it," he said, as his hands dug deep into the contents of the bowl.

"I see ..." What he really saw, was Dean with flour and dough in his face and all over his clothes. He didn't wore his flanell, so Cas was free to observe his strong arms working the pastry.

"Your clothes are really messy, Dean. Maybe you should take them of."

Deans motions halted immediatly. Half shocked, half suprised he looked at Cas. "Yeah? You think so?"

"Absolutly."

Dean looked down on himself, before he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt pulling it over his head. "Better?"

"Much."

"You know", Deans fingers smearing the residue dough on Cas' shirt, "Baking is really dangerous too. Maybe you should loose that shirt, before it gets even dirtier."

"I think that is very wise," Cas whispered.

"Yeah, I think so too," Dean replied, his lips already brushing Cas' jaw.