"Good morning, boys!" said Kashmir to Sam and Gabriel as she entered the kitchen.
Sam was in the middle of making pancakes and Gabriel was there to help him, though it looked like he was more trouble that help because he was constantly trying to steal the batter and distract Sam with kisses.
"So," said the woman, drawing their attention to her, "are you going to help us?"
"Help you with what?" was the Winchester confused.
"With dissolving the sexual frustration between your brothers. You do agree that both of them would be much better if they got together already, don't you?" explained Kashmir.
"What do you suggest we do to 'help' them then?" asked Gabriel with a smirk as he used the moment when Sam wasn't looking to steal a pancake from the plate.
"Well, that is the problem actually," said Kash, "I mean, you too were easy, but them…"
"What do you mean we were easy?" asked Sam.
"Oh, boys, all Cathy and I had to do was find Gabriel and that was it. But making Destiel happen, that is a much bigger challenge."
"What exactly is Destiel?" asked Sam bewilderedly.
"You are familiar with fanfiction written about you boys, aren't you? With Becky happening and so on. Destiel is what the fans call Dean and Castiel together," explained Kashmir happily.
"OK, so, you are saying, that you need our help to make 'Destiel' happen?" concluded Sam and the girl nodded. Sam and his angel exchanged a look, before Gabriel smirked and said, "Lets get this show on the road then."
"Oh, pancakes!" said Dean as a greeting when he entered the kitchen, Castiel hot on his heels and Catherine trailing sleepily behind them.
"Good morning to you too," said Sam dryly, but made no other comment as his brother piled a heap of pancakes on his plate and dug in them quite messily. Catherine and Castiel didn't take any food because the girl needed her morning coffee before eating and Castiel still didn't see the point if it wasn't red meat.
"So that is a thing now?" asked Dean when Sam leaned down to kiss Gabriel before giving Kashmir the last cooking pancake and washing the pan.
"Yep!" answered Gabriel with a smirk as he sucked on a lollipop he had pulled out of thin air.
"Eww!" yelled Dean childishly, before pouting at Kashmir, who had used his distracted state to steal from his plate. "Give back my pancakes, you thieving witch!"
The girl didn't say anything though, opting instead for pointing a thumb over her shoulder. When the older Winchester turned to look, he came face to face with a sleepy, but furious glare.
"Where. The. Fuck. Is. My. Coffee.?" Catherine asked while walking towards Dean.
Backing up a few steps the man made a squeaky sound, before turning, grabbing Castiel and fleeing the room. Laughing to herself, Kashmir put a huge cup and a kettle of freshly brewed coffee in front of her friend. "Here ya go, Coffee Monster," she said with a brilliant smile, before sitting beside the other girl and digging in to the remaining pancakes.
"Just how much can you eat?" asked Sam with morbid fascination and Gabriel chuckled.
"I learned from the best," answered Kash when she had swallowed a mouthful. "The King was always egging me on to enjoy myself every once in a while. He suggested booze and young men, but I liked sweets better. After all, I can't really get drunk and I have a boyfriend anyway, so what would be the point. The King does love indulging me with candies, though, after I complete my missions. Cathy love is the one, who gets the alcohol," explained the older witch cheerfully before adding, "and the men."
"You have a boyfriend?" asked Sam incredulously.
"Well," dawdled the woman, "Chrissy is my husband actually."
"And what is he? A witch? A demon? Your familiar perhaps? He can't possibly be a human, now can he?" Sam wanted to know, his natural curiosity appearing.
"No, he is the leader of the Wild Hunt actually. Met him on a mission I did. And married him. Cathy was furious in the beginning, but calmed down after a while. The King just laughed 'till he fell of his chair."
Sam stared at the girl with wide eyes before saying softly as if to console himself, "Well, at least he isn't coming here."
"Not yet," chirped Kashmir and Catherine snorted at that, covering half the table with coffee, because Sam's face, in her opinion, was just hilarious.