Castiel was pouring Dean his cup of coffee when Sam and Gabriel walked in. He sat another two chairs at the small hotel room table. They were on their way back to Bobby's after smoking a nest of vampires in Florida.
"Hello Sam, Gabriel. I was just making breakfast. Would you like some?"
Gabriel shook his head and pulled a lollipop out of thin air. Sam, on the other hand, nodded. He was thankful that Castiel had learned to cook since him and Dean had gotten together. There were a lot less diner burgers now and the food was actually pretty good.
As Castiel bustled about the small kitchen, Dean tossed the comics section at Gabriel, and a newspaper article towards Sam, "Look at this man. Sounds like our kind of party."
Sam read the article on abductions of teenagers in St. Louis, "Three boys have been attacked and abducted over the last week and one witness said- get this- Santa Claus did it."
Gabriel snorted and broke into song "You better watch out. You better not cry…"
Dean smirked and picked the article back up "Yeah I've been wanting to bust a cap in him since the Pagan God grandparents tried to eat us."
Sam thanked Castiel for the pancakes while Gabriel grabbed the syrup and asked Dean, "Why are you blaming the man in red for that?"
"I don't know! Cuz he was the guy we were going to shoot first before the fudging zombie gods got us."
As Gabriel dug into Sam's pancakes, now smothered in syrup, Castiel sat down with two extra plated for both Dean and Sam, "So are we driving Dean, or will you allow me to transport us there?"
Dean glared at Cas, "Mnah dahnt whant tah flah!"
Gabriel laughed as Sam fixed Dean with his best bitch face "C'mon man, swallow."
"That's what Cas said!" Gabe yelled as he broke up into uncontrollable laughter.
"No I didn't. I asked- oh. This is one of those jokes isn't it?"
Dean smiled at his boyfriend, "Yeah Cas. And I said 'I don't want to fly.'"
Castiel looked at the newspaper article again as Dean continued to stuff his face.
"But Dean, there's already three missing teens. Don't you think that the sooner we get there, the more we'll be able to help?"
Dean glowered at Castiel. He knew that the angel was right but he hated that flying crap. He would just have to suck it up and deal with it.
"Alright man. Let me eat and pack up in peace and you can zap us there."
The two men spent the next few hours unloading, cleaning, reloading, and systematically packing all their weapons while Gabe goofed off and tried to distract them. Castiel tried helping, but after Dean watched intently as he field stripped a pistol, Sam sent him on a lunch run to keep Dean on task. He didn't need Dean going all horndog with Castiel while they had work to do.
After they finished packing, and Castiel had returned with burgers and even a salad for Sam, they all piled into the impala with Dean and Cas up front and Sam and Gabe in the back seat. The only reason Sam had agreed to this arrangement was because to was going to be such a short trip. Usually Sam sat up front with Dean because he claimed the back seat was too cramped for him. But he settled into the back with Gabe and braced himself as Cas laid his hand on the dashboard to 'zap' them to Missouri.