Golden Syrup

Dean returned to the house they had been squatting in between hunts. They were taking a break. A vacation, if you will. God knows they deserved one. When he walked into the front room he found Sam bent over his laptop. Again.

Dean was astounded that his brother was geeky enough to spend his free time alone on the internet. And he just knew Sammy wasn’t looking up porn. His sarcastic comment about it was interrupted however by a muffled curse coming from somewhere further into the house.

‘I’ve been covered in golden syrup for ages Samuel. I’m hot and I’m sticky and if you don’t hurry the hell up I’m going to do it myself.’

Dean practically tripped over his own feet, rushing towards the door, mumbling repeatedly to himself “I didn’t need to hear that“.

Sam didn’t even look up until he heard an impatient snort from behind him.

Sam glanced to where Gabriel was leaning against the doorway leading to the kitchen. His apron was covered in golden syrup as were his hands. Somehow he had even managed to get some smeared on his cheek. Waving a wooden spoon in the rapidly disappearing Dean’s direction, Gabriel raised a questioning eyebrow.

Sam stood, picked up his laptop and wandered over to the angel.

‘Don’t worry about him. He‘s an idiot. I found the dumpling recipe though. Who says we need super special angel powers to keep your sweet tooth in check?’

Sam slowly dipped his head to remove the cheek syrup with his tongue. Gabriel chuckled low in his throat, his eyes drifting closed.

‘Pity. I could do way better than golden syrup dumplings. But still, play your cards right kiddo and I might just use some of my not wasted “angel mojo” later tonight.’

With a smirk, an eyebrow wiggle and a slap to Sam’s backside that may have included a little squeeze for good measure, Gabriel sauntered back into the kitchen.

‘And doesn’t your brother realise we use chocolate for that?’