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The cupcakes were spilling over the sides of their casings, Sam had overfilled them and the marshmallows inside had melted causing little volcanos to erupt. Giggling, you unsuccessfully attempted to get them out of the baking tray without dropping or crumbling any- whilst Sam jokingly scolds you for your clumsiness.
Baking was was one of those activities that your lifestyle doesn't really give you the time to do anymore, and the moment Dean had said to take a breather, you had literally begged Sam to make something with you. The activity itself calmed you, reminded you of easier times, and also made you feel more human when you felt like a machine- endless killing and nights of research after research.
"What shall we top it with Sammy?" You shouted in a singsong way "Chocolate, icing, or melted marshmallows?"
"You ate all the marshmallows piggy" he muttered whilst tickling your sides "so I vote we melt some chocolate! What do you say?" he began kissing your neck and shoulders in such a way that made it impossible to refuse him anything.
"Chocolates okay with me.."
Setting up a pan with boiling water and a bowl containing chocolate over the crappy motel hob, you turned the heat up to almost the top and left it be.. But it just wouldn't melt- you and Sam couldn't think what you had done wrong- and it became a chocolatey paste instead of liquid. You couldn't help but moan as you stirred the mixture "Sam this is your fault"
"Hey your the baker here! If anything it's your fault.."
"Just because I enjoy baking Sam, doesn't mean that I can bake!!"
"Maybe if we added butter?.."
"Yes! Yes, let's do that!"
And so you added the butter. And that was the worst idea ever. The paste turned lumpy and the butter melted to liquid and separated from the chocolate. Which quiet frankly looked like shit.
"Well crap" were the only words your brain could form, and that's when Sam couldn't hold back the laughter any more. Holding his knees, Sam wheezed as the laughter subsided. Then he grabbed you, pulling you tight against him so you could still feel the slight vibrations of his silent chuckles. You rest your head on his chest, and he thread his fingers through your hair, "well at least we have the cupcakes, Sam" and you felt his hum in agreement before he spoke.
"About that.." And before you knew it, he was shoving cake in you hair, face and down your top, giggling like a girl.
"SAM!! OH MY. WHAT THE HELL?"
"Opps.. accident.."
"You are going to PAY FOR THAT!"
An hour later you were sat between Sam's legs on the floor covered in chocolate chips and cake crumbs, with Sam's huge arms engulfing you.
"Sam, how are we going to clean up this mess? And also what do we do about the chocolate turd?" Just the thought of the chocolate gone wrong still causing laughter.
"Cas we need you! It's an emergency!!"
"What is wrong?" Came Castiel's deep voice behind you.
"Cake Cas! Cake is everywhere! And there's turd in a bowl! Can you please help us?.. Please Cas!" And with one disapproving look, Cas was gone with the flutter of his wings, causing you and Sam to giggle more, cake being shaken from both heads.
"Sam. Let's flush the chocolate down the toilet!!"
"And how is that a good idea?" And you knew it wasn't. But you did it anyway.
"See, it's gone" you mumbled after it flushed "I think you owe me an apology"
"Mhmm, I think I do" and with that his lips crashed to yours. You felt safe and loved with his gigantic form around you, hands caressing your back and face as though you were a treasure. Breaking the kiss you rested your head on his chest again, feeling content and happy.
"(F/n), we have a problem, the chocolate didn't flush.."
Baking was was one of those activities that your lifestyle doesn't really give you the time to do anymore, and the moment Dean had said to take a breather, you had literally begged Sam to make something with you. The activity itself calmed you, reminded you of easier times, and also made you feel more human when you felt like a machine- endless killing and nights of research after research.
"What shall we top it with Sammy?" You shouted in a singsong way "Chocolate, icing, or melted marshmallows?"
"You ate all the marshmallows piggy" he muttered whilst tickling your sides "so I vote we melt some chocolate! What do you say?" he began kissing your neck and shoulders in such a way that made it impossible to refuse him anything.
"Chocolates okay with me.."
Setting up a pan with boiling water and a bowl containing chocolate over the crappy motel hob, you turned the heat up to almost the top and left it be.. But it just wouldn't melt- you and Sam couldn't think what you had done wrong- and it became a chocolatey paste instead of liquid. You couldn't help but moan as you stirred the mixture "Sam this is your fault"
"Hey your the baker here! If anything it's your fault.."
"Just because I enjoy baking Sam, doesn't mean that I can bake!!"
"Maybe if we added butter?.."
"Yes! Yes, let's do that!"
And so you added the butter. And that was the worst idea ever. The paste turned lumpy and the butter melted to liquid and separated from the chocolate. Which quiet frankly looked like shit.
"Well crap" were the only words your brain could form, and that's when Sam couldn't hold back the laughter any more. Holding his knees, Sam wheezed as the laughter subsided. Then he grabbed you, pulling you tight against him so you could still feel the slight vibrations of his silent chuckles. You rest your head on his chest, and he thread his fingers through your hair, "well at least we have the cupcakes, Sam" and you felt his hum in agreement before he spoke.
"About that.." And before you knew it, he was shoving cake in you hair, face and down your top, giggling like a girl.
"SAM!! OH MY. WHAT THE HELL?"
"Opps.. accident.."
"You are going to PAY FOR THAT!"
An hour later you were sat between Sam's legs on the floor covered in chocolate chips and cake crumbs, with Sam's huge arms engulfing you.
"Sam, how are we going to clean up this mess? And also what do we do about the chocolate turd?" Just the thought of the chocolate gone wrong still causing laughter.
"Cas we need you! It's an emergency!!"
"What is wrong?" Came Castiel's deep voice behind you.
"Cake Cas! Cake is everywhere! And there's turd in a bowl! Can you please help us?.. Please Cas!" And with one disapproving look, Cas was gone with the flutter of his wings, causing you and Sam to giggle more, cake being shaken from both heads.
"Sam. Let's flush the chocolate down the toilet!!"
"And how is that a good idea?" And you knew it wasn't. But you did it anyway.
"See, it's gone" you mumbled after it flushed "I think you owe me an apology"
"Mhmm, I think I do" and with that his lips crashed to yours. You felt safe and loved with his gigantic form around you, hands caressing your back and face as though you were a treasure. Breaking the kiss you rested your head on his chest again, feeling content and happy.
"(F/n), we have a problem, the chocolate didn't flush.."
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So this is rubbish in my opinion, I'm not happy with it.. But it was written on my iPad and I will look at it later on my laptop and most likely change it for you!
this literally just happened with my friend and I thought, why not?
Thank you for reading and do let me know how to improve..
I don't own supernatural and you belong to Sam!
this literally just happened with my friend and I thought, why not?
Thank you for reading and do let me know how to improve..
I don't own supernatural and you belong to Sam!
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-looks like i'm speaking to no one- and this is why i dun wanna bake my dark chocolate mayonaise cake (trust me it's better tasting than it sounds) with Moosen*. He'll kill it.
*i luterally have a friend named Sam Winchester. I just call him Mossen to piss him off, tho he likes it (cuz he knows i'm a tiny midget compared to him (Me: 5'2 ¾". Him: 6'1"))
*i luterally have a friend named Sam Winchester. I just call him Mossen to piss him off, tho he likes it (cuz he knows i'm a tiny midget compared to him (Me: 5'2 ¾". Him: 6'1"))