"It doesn't look bad, you know." Michael said as he took a step back to look Dean over. He pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment. "You look good with longer hair. I like it." Not that his opinion would carry too much weight. He just wanted Dean to know that it wasn't the worst look in the world. "Even if you look like Sam."
Making a face at Dean, he moved from the counter to get the ingredients out. Some people were better at baking than others. Gabriel, for instance, seemed to have something of a natural talent for it. It came harder for Michael. "Oh, sure, you joke now but when the kitchen's on fire and your pie's been reduced to an itty bitty pile of ash..."