Characters: Dean and Castiel
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them!
The potatoes were peeled, the carrots were sliced, and Dean was in his own personal heaven. He loved a traditional Christmas dinner, and he even more loved cooking his own feast for Sam and Cas to enjoy along with him.
He was so focussed on his task, he didn’t hear Castiel’s silent approach behind him until the angel spoke; “Dean…?”
“Hey Cas,” Dean responded; “whats up?”
Castiel cocked his head, a bemused frown wrinkling his nose; “why do you have your hand inserted into the rectum of that dead bird?”
Dean sighed. They were so having steak for Christmas next year.