The rumble of voices slowly woke him up.
His eyes were gritty and his back stiff.
After his shower Cas had indeed felt as drained as he had told Dean he was, so he'd crawled into bed, and snuggled down.
The result being that he had now slept over twelve hours, and his body did not like him for it.
With a groan and a muffled Dutch expletive, Cas rolled out of his bed.

At the top of the stairs, he could smell coffee and French toast.
His mouth started to water, and he made his way downstairs.
He could hear Dean grumble an answer to Gabriel.
"Morning, Gabe. Cas ain't up yet... so I guess I'm amazing, huh?"
Biting his lip not to snort in laughter, Cas slowly walked towards the kitchen, where Gabriel was commenting on Sam brushing his hair.
He walked in on Dean ruffling his hands through Sam's long locks and making a mess, while his own brother was watching with a rapt expression on his face.
Sam looked resigned and pulled his hands through his hair once.
It fell back flawless.

Gabriel gaped.
"No way... That's not fair! I was polite with you being tall, I can deal with you being handsome... but perfect hair? Damn you to Hell!"
Curious as to what would happen, Cas leaned against the archway, while Dean burst out laughing.
"That's my baby brother, Gabe. You'll get used to it." Dean chuckled, while Gabriel pouted and sat down.
"And you? You got any amazing qualities Cassie and I need to know of? You don't need to work out, because you are just simply this muscled?" he groused, darkly glaring at Dean.
Dean sniggered and stroked his slight pudge, causing Cas to bite down on his lower lip.
"Well..." he started, but Gabriel slapped his hand on the bar.
"You Winchesters! Not only do you hit the jackpot for handsomeness, but you get all the good perks too!"

What a... UGH.
Cas pushed off from the archway and intervened.
"Oh Gabriel, quit whining. You're the one who can gorge himself on mainly sugar, and not gain an ounce. Or develop diabetes." he said, running a hand through his own hair and sauntering into the light.
Dean quickly set the table, a slight blush dusting his freckled cheeks.
"Morning sunshine. You sleep ok?" he asked, eyes darting to Cas'.
Cas could feel warmth that the nickname brought to his heart, radiate in his answering smile.

"Exceptionally, thank you, Dean. And now you have made breakfast." he noted, as if he hadn't stood there for minutes, taking in the kitchen and the spread Dean had made.
Dean's freckles stood out more as his blush deepened.
"Just thought y'all might like to sleep in a bit." he mumbled, putting a plate of toast down in front of Sam and Gabriel, who imediately started to stuff his face.
"And I'm sure we all appreciate it very much." Cas answered, casting a warning glance at Gabriel, who fumbled around his mouthfull.
Chuckling and shaking his head, Sam handed the guy a napkin.
After a massive gulp, Gabriel finally spoke.

When he timidly asked Cas whether their were still ok, Cas felt guilty. He had been a bit out of line too, and he said as much, but still warned Gabriel to watch his mouth. Gabriel conceded and looked so small and so, so young, that Cas couldn't stay mad at him.
"Zand erover, broer." he said, and Gabriel brightened, attacking his toast with a vengeance.
The warm smile Cas caught between Sam and Dean made his day lighter too.
Things weren't as bad as he thought.

The rest of the day was spent in good spirits, with goodhumoured banter and excellent food. Dean made his famous burgers, and around seven, as they were digesting their last bit of oma's applepie, the anchor on the local news channel said the snow was finally letting up, and local businesses were expected to slowly get going again the next morning.
Dean sighed and patted his belly.
"It's for the best, really. Any more snowdays, and I'm gonna be as round as Frosty the snowman himself."
Sam chuckled and stretched his tall form.
"Hmm. Besides... money needs to be made to buy the food to do that."
Cas caught the hungry flick of Gabriel's eyes and smiled.

"True, and, as much as I liked these two days with you and Gabriel as company, it will be nice to get back into a more sedate routine."
Gabriel grinned widely, his golden eyes twinkling.
"Awe. Cassie... I thought you liked my company... That's why we're collegues, right?"
Cas stuck out his tongue at him and winked.
"No. We work at the same firm, because it happened to have an opening for an accountant. That you work there has nothing to do with my decision to apply."
The Winchesters chuckled at their banter, but Dean did sit up more.

"Hey, just to know, are you two staying the night again? Because Bobby will want me there bright and super early. Lots of cars will come in after this... including yours, Sam. Bobby texted me yesterday that he found her and towed her already. The cold killed your transmission. The fluid solidified."
Sam cussed and ran a hand through his locks.
"Damnit... Well, then I need to stay over. Could you drop me off at the firm, Dean?"
Dean smirked, but nodded.
"Sure thing, Sammy. You can catch up on your work. I'm dropping you off at 7.15."
Gabriel swallowed hard, and he blinked his golden eyes, as if he only just realised he didn't have transportation either.
With a hearty guffaw, Dean clapped him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, sure. I'm dropping you off too. Just don't be late in getting ready. I'm leaving at 6.45."
Hanging his head, Gabriel agreed.
Just like that, the little extra holiday was over, and Cas couldn't help but feel a little sad about it, when they were all abed by ten.

Notes:

Translation:

Zand erover broer - water under the bridge, brother. (Litterally it says zand over it, but eh. Idiom, am I right?)