Destiel Oneshot: We were Playing in the Clouds

We were playing in the clouds

Cas giggled, and pushed Dean over.
"Hey!" Cried Dean, playfully, rocking on the fluffy bed of cloud. "No fair!"
It was a Sunday, and the two boys were out on their weekly trip to the Northern Lands: The Place Of Clouds.
They both loved this place, what with it's spectacular view, and the feeling of clouds brushing against skin...
And it was a place they got to be together.
"Dean, it's hardly unfair: you were going to eat my half of the blueberry muffin! The fact that I tickled you was justified." Cas grumbled.
It made Dean smile, how serious Cas got about such small things.
"Anyways, let's eat. We still have the cookies, and the death-by-chocolate cake, remember?" Reasoned Dean.
Cas looked down at his stomach with an air of contempt: he was already feeling pretty full.
Dean absent-mindedly started humming ramble on by LedZep. He lifted up the white and red check cloth covering the food in the basket, and pulled out a rather hefty looking knife. Dean placed the tip of the blade on the centre of the cake layed out in front of him, and pushed down, cutting out a grossly large slice for his husband.
Cas looked fondly at Dean, and raked his hands through the cloud by his leg.
Dean handed Cas the cake on a paper plate.
One part of the angel wanted him and Dean to be a nice, normal couple, and just eat the cake, occasionally feeding some to dean.
However, the fact this was the weaker side of cas was one of the things that fueled their relationship.
And so, cas picked up the cake slice in his right hand and plastered it all over Dean's face.
Dean opened his mouth, his facial expression the textbook definition for "now that is so unfair!"
Instead of whining about the buttercream icing on his plaid shirt he wiped it off and flicked  his wrist in disgust.
"Oh you're on "
Dean stood up and smeared the cake all over Cas' face.
The pair continued like this for a while, and told themselves they would each go back to the clouds together every week.