WBB 12

A/N : Okay My Lovelies! HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know that it's March already, but I've been having MAD writers block with this chapter. I literally got to the middle bit and could not write another word. It was awful! Plus I broke my computer and had to send it out for repairs and it just got back. For all of you who were worried that I was going to give up on this story NEVER FEAR! No matter how much it hurts I will never give up on this story and leave you guys hanging. I hope you guys all like this chapter. It's a little bit of filler before the action starts next time but there's a little fluff thrown in for all you fanboys and girls! ENJOY!

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, which did not sit well with a certain, hung-over, Winchester.

"Ugh….I hate everything!" Dean grumbled as he tried to shield his burning eyes from the piercing sunlight that was determined to melt his eyeballs. In his half-asleep state, all the hunter managed to do was flail about until he flailed right off of the couch and hit the hardwood floor with a 'BANG!'

"Owwwwwwww." He moaned. It felt like there was an entire drumline pounding away in his skull.

"Why do you continue to drink excessive amounts of fermented grain if it causes you so much pain in the mornings?" A gruff voice scraped against Dean's eardrums and he groaned. Oh. Joy. The angel was back.

"Shut up Cas." Dean scrubbed at his aching eyes and sat up, causing the room to spin and his stomach to heave. "Ugh. Nothing is beautiful, and everything hurts."

The hunter glared at the staring angel, trying to think of something interesting to say. But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a noxious cloud of beer breath. Dean gave up on speech and let out another groan. There was a gruff sigh, followed by a cold tingle passing through his brain. Dean jerked at the strange sensation, but relaxed when the tingling was replaced by pain-free bliss. He opened his non-throbbing eyes and looked up as Cas withdrew his fingers from the hunter's forehead.

"Thanks Cas." Dean grunted, and pushed himself up off the floor. "So how's the family?" Dean immediately felt like an ass when Cas' eyes flicked away and to the ground.

"We have gone into hiding for the moment. My brothers and sisters are tending their wounds. We lost four brothers last night." Cas trailed off and slumped. For a moment he seemed so old and world-weary that Dean found it hard to look at him.

"Hey, better four than forty." Dean quipped.

Almost instantly Cas was three inches away from him, his blue eyes blazing with divine fury.

"None of them should have to die!" The angel hissed quietly, but the windows still shook with suppressed power. "You may think that they are all evil but they are my family! Each and every one of them had a hand in raising me! We all share a bond that you cannot begin to comprehend. I am the youngest of the Host and they now look to me for leadership. I have 100 million brothers and sisters bound to my soul and they are ripping each other apart! So forgive me if I do not appreciate how flippantly you disregard their lives." With one last growl, Cas spun around and stormed off into the kitchen.

Dean stood where he was for a moment completely shell-shocked, then Cas' words finally sunk into his head and he felt lower than every child-eating monster that he had ever killed.

"Open mouth, insert foot." Dean muttered. He turned and headed into the kitchen, hoping that Cas hadn't, literally, flown the coop. Thankfully, the angel was still there, but he was already ¾ of the way through a bottle of Bobby's nice whiskey. The stuff he saved for when Rufus came over. Dean winced. Oh yeah, he was an ass.

The hunter walked up to the not-even-close-to-tipsy angel and gently tugged the bottle out of his hands. Dean took a deep breath and prepared to grovel.

"Cas I'm really sorry." He said. The angel refused to look up. He instead chose to glare the grease off of Bobby's stove.

"Cas!" Dean grabbed him by the shoulders and forced those blue, blue eyes to lock onto his. "Look, I was still kinda hung over and half-asleep, but that's not excuse. I'm just so used to thinking of you as the only good angel, I forget that, good and bad, they're all your family. I'm sorry Cas."

Dean stared into his angel's eyes, willing him to believe the hunter's sincerity. After what seemed like hours (but was only two minutes) Cas nodded and relaxed. Dean relaxed as well, and released the breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

"So now that we've had our daily dose of chick-flick." The hunter said, brusquely taking his hands off Cas' shoulders and turning to the stove. He turned and shot a questioning smile at the trench-coated angel.

"Breakfast?"

"Mphmmmmmmmmmmmmmmugh…" Ciel did not appreciate the sunlight that tired to wake him. While still floating in that lovely place between sleeping and waking, the cozy earl thought some very naughty words at the sun and rolled away from its offending light. Mmmmmmmmm. Much better. Ciel thought. He nuzzled his face deeper into his warm nest of bed/blanket/pillow and got comfy.

Smells good. Ciel started to drift off, arms wrapped tightly around his lovely pillow. Suddenly his lovely pillow started to move. It was a small, jerky, up-and-down movement. Barely a movement at all; but in his sleepy state, Ciel thought that his pillow was trying to escape from under him and that was simply unacceptable.

"Grrrrrrrr." The small boy growled and wrapped his body tightly around his disobedient pillow, still refusing to open his eyes. He dug his face deeper into his sweet-smelling pillow, but that just seemed to make the movements worse.

"My my bocchan, if you crave my affection that much all you need to do is ask for it." A thoroughly amused voice cut through his still sleep-fogged mind and Ciel's whole body tensed with the realization that he was not alone in his warm, cozy bed.

He cracked open one eye and immediately laid eyes on Sebastian's condescending smirk. The little earl was both relieved to find that it wasn't a total stranger who was in bed with him, and pissed because he realized that his 'pillows' movements had been caused by Sebastian laughing at him as he tried to escape from the sun! Oh that smarmy bastard was going to pay!

"Why are you in my bed Sebastian?" Ciel asked, pretending that he hadn't just been caught snuggling up to his demonic butler. Unfortunately for Ciel, Sebastian was not fooled one bit, and his smirk only grew larger, causing the little earl's frown to also grow larger.

"I'm hurt that my Bocchan does not remember requesting that I stay with him last night." Sebastian said.

It was taking all of the demons considerable willpower not to cuddle the ruffled boy close. In his still-sleepy state he looked so kitten-like it was hard for Sebastian to resist his inherent need to cuddle all things feline. Sebastian's will was further tested by the adorable pout Ciel now wore, as he was obviously remembering asking Sebastian to stay.

"Well I'm awake now, so remove yourself from my bed and get my clothes so I may go have breakfast." Ciel ordered, valiantly trying to fight back the blush that was threatening to overtake him. That infuriating butler of his took a few more moments to smirk down at the flustered earl before giving a quick half-bow and moving to retrieve Ciel's clothes.

As he undressed, then redressed his little master, Sebastian made sure to sneak quick touches that were just soft enough to be accidental, but still firm enough to make Ciel's pale flesh break out in Goosebumps. Sebastian's smirk was wide enough to show some fang, and almost constant shivers wracked Ciel's body by the time the boy was fully dressed. Today's ensemble consisted of the same black converse, a pair of long, dark blue pants, made from a rough fabric that Sebastian had called 'denim', and a black T-shirt that had words printed in red on the front, and the outline of a crow on the back. It took some twisting, but eventually Ciel managed to read the words on his shirt upside-down.

"Greed is for amateurs. Destruction, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!" Ciel read aloud then turned his mis-matched eyes towards Sebastian incredulously. But before the earl could begin to critique his butler's fashion choices, Ciel's little stomach decided to make itself known by releasing an almighty roar!

"I believe a hearty meal is next on today's agenda Bocchan." Sebastian said as he swept Ciel off of his still slightly wobbly legs and managed to get him to the bottom of the staircase before Ciel regained his wits and demanded to be put down now!

With one last acidic glare at his rather handsy butler, Ciel stuck his nose up and pranced majestically into Bobby's kitchen, attracting the attention of the three gathered hunters and Cas, who had been convinced to stay for breakfast.

"Good morning." Ciel greeted his hosts politely, and took a place at the kitchen table, where Bobby and Sam were looking through newspapers for anything that may turn into a hunt. "What's for breakfast Sebastian?"

"Dean is making pancakes I believe." The butler replied from his place by the stove, completely ignoring the way Dean jumped when he just appeared next to him.

"Don't do that!" Dean snapped, placing a hand over his racing heart. "And if you want food you'll have to wait a little while, I have to make enough for everyone, and Bobby's stove takes a while to get going." He turned back to mixing up a giant bowl of pancake batter, unaware of the growing impatience of the earl at the table.

Ciel frowned. Next to him Bobby and Sam were both engrossed in their reading and did not seem bothered by the wait for food at all. The strange angel was leaning against the counter next to Dean watching him cook like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Ciel's stomach gave another rumble, this was unacceptable.

"Sebastian!" He suddenly barked, startling the hunters. "Make pancakes for us now!"

Sebastian smiled and bowed.

"Yes, my lord."

The demon grabbed the half-finished batter from Dean, ignoring the hunter's indignant 'Hey!' and set about making a pancake breakfast fit for a queen. He even made enough for the stoic angel. Dean was both floored and enticed by the delicious aromas that almost immediately started to emanate from the whirlwind of food and appliances that Sebastian had turned into. In no time at all, the table was cleared, set, and Sebastian had laid a feast out in front of the waiting men. Dean was squished between Cas and Sam on one side of the small kitchen table, while Ciel and Bobby sat on the other, but his lack of elbowroom ceased to matter the moment Dean took his first bite of gourmet pancake.

"Oh my God." He almost moaned, before proceeding to attack the remaining stack on his plate.

"God had nothing to do with it." Sebastian said from his place behind Ciel's chair. Dean couldn't be bothered to respond; so intense was his newfound love of Sebastian's pancakes. The four men and a boy ate in pleased silence for a while, Cas even made yummy noises occasionally.

They were nearing the end of breakfast when an eerie howl broke through the silence and made every occupant of the kitchen, human or otherwise, bristle in alarm.

"That was Pluto." Ciel said getting up and heading for the door to the scrapyard, an irrational fear rising in his chest. He had just been reunited with Pluto, something couldn't have happened to him so soon.

"Someone has entered the grounds, Pluto has issued a warning." Sebastian said, coming up behind Ciel and sticking his head out of the door. The demon took a deep sniff and then scrunched up his nose, he turned his head back towards the hunters who were scrambling for their weapons, and was only slightly surprised to find that Cas was standing within three feet of him and hadn't been noticed yet. That angel was a crafty one, he would have to be watched carefully.

"I can smell the stench of formaldehyde from here, it's the Undertaker. Your weapons are both needless and useless." The demon primly informed the now gathered hunters.

"We'll take them anyway if you don't mind." Dean said.

"Suit yourself." Ciel Shrugged and headed out the door and across the lot. He didn't get three yards before he was swept off his feet and swung around and into a bony bear-hug.

"You look so pretty in the daylight little Ciel, but your true medium is moonlight, that is where you truly shine. Hee hee hee."

"Good morning to you too, Undertaker." Ciel said from his fresh perch in the Reaper's lap on the top of a gutted car. "Did you speak to the other Reapers?"

Undertaker nuzzled his face into Ciel's hair and started laughing hysterically, while the assembled humans, demon, and angel looked on in confusion/exasperation. Eventually Undertaker managed to calm himself down.

"HEE HEE HEE AHAHAHA EHHEEHEHE ehehehehhhee….I have been assigned to assess the situation and determine if, and what, course of action should be taken concerning your resurrection and Sam's soul…And I'm sure that there's something else that I'm forgetting. Hmmmmmmm." He tapped one long, black nail against his manic smile. "Oh! I remember!"

VROOOOOOOOOOM!

"There was someone who wanted to see you two! Hee hee hee"

"SEBAS-CHAN!"

TBC!