Dean grins. "And you said it was going to kill me."
Cas looks back at him, his face entirely serious. "I really wouldn't be surprised." Lance laughs as he sits down and places some bacon on everyone's plates.
"Do you need more than that Dean or is that good?" Lance teases after only giving him one piece.
Dean gives him an adorable pouty face, just like a little kid. Lance feels his brain punch him in the face and he gives Dean three more pieces and starts to eat silently, the puppy faces always got to him.
Dean smiles in relief. "Sweet. For a second, I thought you were serious." Keith smirks.
"Are you kidding, Lance eats twice that much bacon without a second thought. And then regrets it a few hours later. He will give you as much as you want, he always does." Keith says. Not quit registering his use of words before it's to late.
"You would know all about that, wouldn't you?" Dean smirks and starts enthusiastically eating his bacon. Too easy. Keith just puts his face into his pancakes as he groans. Lance blushes and looks away from everyone, when he looks back he shoots to his feet.
"Keith, do you know how hard it is to get syrup out of long hair? It's really really hard." Lance goes over to him and lifts his head out of his plate to see his bangs coated entirely in syrup.
"No Lance, let me drown in syrup." Keith pulls his head free and shoves his face back into his food. And mumbles something loudly, but no one can understand.
"You should." Dean says to Lance. "Syrup is way more pleasant to drown in than chloroform or something." Man, had that been a sucky day. Lance gives him a look like, 'your just gonna let him do this?' as he points to him.
"Not helping." Lance says the pink in his tan checks fading.
Dean nods. "He'll come out when he's ready. If he's anything like Sammy, he'll bite you if you try to make him stop sulking any sooner than he wants to."
"Fine, but I'm not helping get that out of your hair, that's on you." Lance says walking back to his seat to finish eating. The way Lance and Keith could move on from something like that was nothing else. You'd think it might help them realise their into each other, but noooooooooo.
"Sure, I can get the syrup out of his hair." Dean says easily. "It's way easier to do that than get blood out of hair." Lance rolls his eyes and finishes off his food. He stands with his empty plate.
"You done Cas, Dean?" Lance points to their plates.
Cas nods, pushing his empty plate away from him. Dean glances down at the half a pancake he still has left, but always wanting, well almost needing, to please, he nods too and pushes it away.
"Are you sure you don't wanna finish that?" Lance asks almost reading Deans mind. "You can if you want, it's your choice, not mine." Lance takes his and Cas's plate to the sink leaving Deans on the table so he can make a second choice.
Very tentatively, like he expects somebody to snap at him, Dean reaches out and pulls the plate back towards him. He glances up at Lance, looking for approval. You'd think he expected to be hit, the way he was looking at him.
"You want more bacon too don't you?" Lance smirks at him, trying to lighten the mood that was hanging in the air.
"Is there enough?" Dean asks, the one question he's never been able to escape, no matter how hard he's tried. Lance looks to the plate of bacon, then to Keith.
"Well I don't think mister emo mullet is gonna eat any and Cas and I have finished, so the rest is yours." Lance slides the pate over to him.
Dean stares down at it like it's a priceless treasure, then gives Lance a genuine smile and starts eating. Lance grins and then looks to Cas.
"You ready for Christmas?" he asks in a slight singsong voice he always gets when he's excited.
"Do you want me to tell you what really happened on the first Christmas?" Cas asks. "'Cause everybody always gets it wrong." Lance blinks.
"Uh, sure sounds fun." Lance glances at Keith as he slowly peels his face off his pancake. "Keith go take a shower." Lance commands. Keith nods slowly and walks to his room to get his things for a shower. "Take it away Cas."
Cas smiles. "See, when Gabriel went to go tell Mary she was pregnant, she threw her gardening shovel at his head, but everyone wants to make her seem perfect, so nobody mentions it. And she threw a few flowerpots and stuff. It was a big mess. And when Joseph decided he wanted to leave Mary because he didn't know who she'd gotten pregnant with, Gabriel didn't send him a soothing dream or anything like everybody talks about. He threw him out of bed, called him a douchebag, and threatened to burn his eyes out if he didn't 'get his shit together'. And when they were halfway to Bethlehem, the donkey fell over and died, so Mary fell down a hill, which was also a mess, but I fixed the donkey, so it was okay after a while. And when the Innkeepers put Mary in the stable, Joseph only waited around long enough to help her have the baby before he went back to the Inn and got in a fistfight with the guy. And when Gabriel went to the shepherds, they threw their staffs at him, and the sheep tried to bite him. They weren't trembling with fear or any of that. And Gabriel didn't tell them not to be scared. He told them they weren't as scared as they should be, and to shut up, 'cause he had to tell them something important. And the wise men killed King Herod, 'cause I asked them to." he shrugs. "I think it's way more interesting."
Lance blinks a few times before responding. "Well I for one like your version 100% more then every other version I've ever heard." Lance claps his hands as he stands up. "Who wants to help me with the dishes?"
**Time skip brought to you by: salt lines by the fireplace.**
short chapter! i'm so evil, tee hee hee, gotta love it thought right? tell me, who is your favorite so far? -Sam