Tea Party
Angela prowled the halls of the bunker, trying to find Sam and Dean. The Impala was in the garage, so unless Sam was on a jog, they both had to be home. Every weekend, Angela tried to do all of their laundry and she was looking to collect their dirty clothes.
"Sam? Dean?" she called out, to no avail.
Angela huffed in frustration when she got no response from the brothers. She was about to put off doing laundry when she heard a commotion coming from Grace's room. She curiously edged closer to her daughter's room and opened the door to see what was going on. She struggled to hold in her laughter when she saw Sam, Dean, and Castiel all dolled up and wearing tutus while having a tea party with Grace.
"What is going on here?" Angela asked with a large smile gracing her face.
"We're having a tea party, Mommy," Grace answered.
"It's a very important event," Castiel added seriously, causing a giggle to slip from Angela's lips.
"Dean, are you wearing lip gloss?" Angela's lips curled into an amused smirk.
"Like I was going to win that battle with Gracie," Dean muttered.
"Right." Angela nodded as she walked fully into the room. "Gracie, is it okay if I join your tea party?"
"Yeah, Mommy," Grace got up and grabbed another tutu. "You have to wear this."
"Of course, sweet girl." Angela smiled as she took the tutu and slipped it over her jeans. "Thank you, Gracie."
"You're welcome." Grace smiled as she grabbed her mother's hand. "You can sit next to Daddy."
Angela sat next to Sam while Grace went back to her spot in between Dean and Castiel. Grace poured 'tea,' which in reality, was just water, into Angela's teacup.
"Thank you, Grace," Angela told her daughter sincerely.
Angela took a sip from her teacup and turned to kiss Sam's cheek softly. "You look very cute in your tutu, Sammy."
A soft, loving smile glided over Sam's lips. "You look cuter."
"You guys are gross." Dean snorted slightly.
Angela just looked at Dean and stuck her tongue out at him in response. He rolled his eyes dramatically, and a smirked crossed his face.
"Kissing is icky," Grace commented.
"Yes, no kissing until you're like… 30." Dean told his niece.
Angela smiled softly and rested her head on Sam's shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Angela was content knowing the Grace had three of the most devoted men in the universe to protect and encourage her.
"What'ch'ya thinkin' about?" Sam whispered.
"I'm just really happy." Angela smiled up at Sam.