Castiel wasn’t one to persuade close relations with humans in fear that they wouldn’t understand what he does for the mere living of humanity but he’s made one little exception — you.

to his surprise and relief, you understand and you don’t question any further than needed. it was like you can read him like an open book even through all the oblivious questions and lack of knowledge towards human jokes — things you liked to comment and later explain to him for him to fully understand.

he’s grown increasingly fond of you over the years of having worked together and unfortunately, for your own personal space, grown attached to you from the hip which meant him subconsciously leaning into you incredibly close.

this was one of those moments. “what is that?” Castiel questioned obliviously in curiosity as he hovered over your shoulder in the middle of the kitchen bunker with furrowed brows and a tilted head.

his eyes boring into the baking utensil, covered in cupcake batter, settled in your palm with intense concentration as if to deeply decipher the strange foreign object that seemed almost, silly looking — to him at-least.

Castiel’s chest was practically pressed against your back from behind to where his side burns brushed ticklishly against your jawline, “is it some sort of contraption?” he mused confused once his blue eyes strayed to the side to watch you closely in hidden admiration.