Bal felt terrible for everything he'd said and done to Crowley when he'd lost his emotions, and he really wanted to make it up to his demon boyfriend somehow.
He had sat on the roof for about a totally of two hours trying to decide the best way to say sorry. Bal had considered quite a lot of options in that time span.
For instance he'd thought about giving Crowley some of the feathers from his wings. But he didn't know if the demon would understand what that meant or if he himself was ready to even consider that action. So that was a no... for now.
He'd thought about drawing Crowley a picture. Even "borrowed" some crayons from the store, but he soon realized that he's drawing abilities sucked and there for could not be a suitable apology gift.
Heck Bal, was now even considering showing up completely naked. Since it seemed the demon rather enjoyed when Bal suddenly lost his clothes.
But that's when the idea hit him.
The angel had come to realize over the last few months, that Crowley had a strange love for the food.
So it was settled. Balthazar would make Crowley apology muffins. The only problem was, he had no clue how to make a muffin.
Bal was a angel of many talents but cooking wasn't one of them that came easily to him.
He'd had only been on Earth for about a two months now, and had barely figured out how to keep control over his vessel. And even now he'd occasionally sneeze and something would disappear or explode.
And yea, it would have been easier to just simply snap a bunch of muffins and then just give them to Crowley. But Bal felt that he had to actually put effort into the apology muffin... Make them mean something.
So beginning the process of cooking, Bal pulled a cook book from the shelf. Quickly flipped to the page about Muffins.
Vanilla? No. Sprinkles? No. Chocolate chip? Maybe, but he might have eaten all those last time he was in Deans house. Turning the page, he glanced at a fancy muffin name.
"Blueberry Streusel Muffin. Sounds French." Balthazar grinned, already deciding on the choice muffin.
"1/2 cup flour." His hand already reaching for the item on the shelf, only to realize it to be just out of his reach. "Damn it. " He growled, silently cursing Dean for having such a big house.
Climbing onto the counter, trying to balance on one hand and reach with the other. But just as his finger touch the bag, both him and the flour tumbled to the floor, causing the room to suddenly turn white.
Bal sat up rubbing his soon to be bruised elbow. If anyone had walked into the room right now all they'd likely laugh at the clusty angel.
"I'm gunna need an apron." He grinned, remembering the female on the cooking show wearing the strange half dress to keep messes away. Quickly snapping a white and yellow (girl) apron around himself.
"Lets try this again." He bent down and picked up the bag of flour. Which thankfully still had enough in it. Fumbling threw the drawers till he found the measuring cup, he poured out enough flour for a half cup, then dumped in into the bowl.
" 3/4 cup white sugar." His face smushed up in thought, as he poured the measurement of sugar into the bowl.
"That doesn't seem like a lot....." He mumbled, glaring down at the bowl. "I'll add a bit more just encase." Grinning he put another 3/4 cup in the mixture.
"1/2 teaspoon of salt." He reread the ingredient. "Salt?...who wants a saltley muffins?" Shrugging it off he added the salt like wise to his thoughts, not wanting to mess up.
"1 teaspoon of vanilla extract." Quickly Bal moved to the fridge and glanced inside, grabbing the strange looking liquid out and pouring out the required amount. Before moving on to the next ingredient.
"1 1/2 cups of blueberries." Bal quickly ran back to the fridge pulling out the fruit and dumping them into the bowl.
"2 egg." Again he opened the fridge and pulled out the item.
Sudden thoughts of the baby bird that could have been born in the egg filled his mind. Guilt fell over him as he cracked open the egg, and dumped it into the bowl. "Sorry...birdy. Your life has been taken for a good cause."
Shaking away his thoughts he proceeded to the next item. "1/2 cup of milk." Bal turned back around to the fridge and poured the appropriate amount of milk into the cup, then turned back around to add it in the bowl, only to slip on the flour he had yet to clean up.
Bal and the milk fell to the ground, kicking up the white powder once again. Standing slowly he dusted himself. Again filling his cup with milk, except this time carefully dodging the flour, he added the ingredient.
After mixing the dough like liquid, he carefully placed the mixture into the baking pan. 10 minutes, and several spills later he agreed they were as close to perfection as possible, and gently positioned them onto the cooking tray and slid them into the oven.
The angel spent the next 25 minutes just staring at the oven, waiting for the muffins to finish cooking.
Finally the oven timer went off signaling the muffins where ready. He rushed over, and pulled the tray out, and placed them on the cooling cloth. Where he than began to try pulling the muffins out, only to burn his fingers on the tray.
Whining he sat down in the floor again, waiting for the food to cool off. Growing bored quickly he might have cheated and snapped a fan to blow on the muffins until they were cool enough to touch.
Now he had to find something to carry the muffins in. Frowning he stared down at the cook book. Noting the muffins in the picture were in a basket.
Smirking the angel snapped himself a look alike brown basket with a orange and purple ribbon on top.
Carefully he placed the muffins inside, making sure they looked perfect in their spots, before snapping himself to Crowley's, not bothering to clean the flour off himself or get rid of the girly apron.
Excitement filled Bal as he quickly, but careful ran threw the house looking for his boyfriend, trying his best not to trip and smush the apology muffins.
