#cilla writes

Cas was harvesting honey from his thriving apiary and filling baskets with well ripened berries.

Both of which made excellent ingredients for Dean’s many baked goods. Today was a decedent Chocolate and honey cake.

Dean hummed a small tune to himself as he opened the oven to poke at the moist cake, almost done. He grinned.

A soft close of the screen door echoed into the kitchen.

Dean wipped his hands on his soft blue aron leaving small chocolate and flour residue.

“Smells delicious in here Dean.” Cas smiled taking off his garden gloves and putting down the basket of fresh berries on the counter.

“Told you Honey went with chocolate.” Dean said with a satisfied grin.

Cas shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“True as that may be ....with these talented hands I know you could make just about anything taste amazing.” Castiel took his husbands chocolate stained hands in his own and pulled them to his mouth for a soft nibble.

Dean smiled wildly at the sight Cas’s eyes still trained on him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Dean huffed out softly.

Cas licked Dean’s left hand , his tounge darting out and taking in the taste before deciding to devour him one finger at a time.

‘Cas...you’re killing me.” Dean’s breath hitched , a small shiver traveled his spine.

Cas laughed quietly pulling himself closer to Dean still holding both his hands before letting them go to take hold of Dean’s face.

Dean leaned into his hands the smell of honey and fresh soil filling his nose, mixing with the growing sweet sent of the cake.

Cas placed a gentle kiss on Dean’s parted lips , chocolate again a softer kiss honey.

Dean eyes fluttered closed taking in the gentle touch and warm smells.

Berrrrinnnggggggg a bell repeated itself into the quiet brrrrrrinngggg

“The cake is done.” Dean’s lips curled to a smirk stealing a kiss of his own before turning his attention to the oven’s door he placed the black oven mit on his hand befor retreaving the perfectly cooked cake.

Cas admired his husbands work , and the joy’s it brought him cooking in thier small kitchen letting himself relax into thier life together.

“It looks perfect.” Cas smiled.

“Now time for frosting... I think you’ll enjoy this part.” Dean placed the cake on the counter and turned to face his lover again.

“I always do.”

Then you see it

The face of the man you love

Or have yet to fall in love with.

This man is younger...

His eyes shine a little brighter

A shade of green unnamed.

His fathers leather jacket hangs

off his shoulders

that are lighter , less burdened ...

(But still carrying more

than he should bare.)

You watch his lips

as the corners turn upward..

That flirtatious wink.

His cocky grin.

There’s not a wrinkle on his skin

(Less suffering.)

Before his damnation

Before you laid claim.

You could watch forever