destiel drabbles

Pasta Kisses

Castiel

I smiled as i watched him struggle to poor the pasta into the pan, his hands fumbling nervously as the thin noodles wiggled their way under the pan and into the burner instead.  

"Do you need help there, pal?" I couldn't help but laugh as he kept his head low, his freckled cheeks burning red like the sauce in front of him. "I got it, no help needed here..." He replied, but i stood up to help anyway. "You're so stubborn when it comes to my assistance. Why is that?" I shook my head softy as the chair skittered at my movement, my shoes taping ever so slightly as i walked up to him.

"No reason. I can do shit on my own." Dean glared at me from the corner of his green eyes, obvious frustration lingering as he spoke. "No need to snap, just trying to help before you make a mess of things." I rested my hands over his and took the handle of the pot, holding it still as i grabbed a large spoon to scoop the rest into the pan.

"Now," i hit my hips against him playfully with a grin, "move so i can finish up." He groaned to himself and i happily put the empty pot down and lazily focused on the sauce. "I said i would cook tonight." Dean whined next to me, his head leaning against the cabinets as he watched me work. "I know, love." I glanced at him shortly and planted a quick kiss on his pout lips, "but i got it, okay? Wait for me at the table."

"Such a romance killer."