"No, you leave the brownie mix to other people." He was of course referring to the time they'd fought with their cake mix, oh so long ago now.
"Does that work for you?" He asked curiously. He'd never been to the spa for a massage before. Marian had, and had liked it. Still, Cas doing it he wasn't so sure about. Pushing himself up to sit, he shifted so he was facing her, brushing the hair out of his eyes where it had been mussed up. It was getting long again. "So I sit here and...do nothing?"