You woke up later than usual, deciding to sleep in. As you approached the kitchen for breakfast, you found Castiel, and the surrounding area, covered in flour. He stepped in front of the mess, as if to hide it.

“I wanted to try baking.” His eyes scanned over the chaos. “I don’t think I’m doing this correctly,” he said, almost melancholically. He turned back to you, confusion obvious on his face.