Just as Cas was losing the battle against his urges, the scullery door banged open, and Gabriel waltzed in, red in his face and out of breath. Because the little imp had ran the last feet to the door as usual.
His unusual, golden eyes darted from Cas, to the table to Dean. Then he punched the air
"Yes! Cassie, you're the best little brother! Did you make me apple?" he exclaimed cheerfully.
Chuckling, Cas signaled him to take off his boots and jacket.
"Of course, zoetekauw." he said affectionately.
Gabriel was buzzing with anticipation and his whole demeanor was charged with an electrical energy.

The house got even more lively with him in it.
On the other side, he was trying to have around for longer periods.
Cas loved his brother, but he loved it when he left too.
He ordered Dean to sit down because the last pannenkoeken would be with molten cheese on top, and he would serve them instantly.
Dishing out the last three pannenkoeken, Cas sat down too.

Feeling Dean study him on how to eat the big, floppy things, Cas forced his blush down.
He only succeeded until Dean had his first bite.
The moan that escaped those full lips shot right through him and stirred things up, making his cheeks burn faster than a lit match to gasoline.
It took Cas a while to register the compliment Dean had made to him, and his oma.
"I will convey your feelings. She asked me to come over for coffee Wednesday."
Gabriel stopped eating, one cheek full of pannenkoek. Quickly he swallowed, making Cas wince in sympathy.
"For realsies? AWESOME! Ohooo Dean-o! If you think these babies are good, you just wait until you eat her applepie!"

Cas nearly bit through his lip when he glanced at his housemate.
Dean reminded him of a squirrel. Both cheeks bulging with food, green eyes big and excited. He made short work of his full mouth by chewing and swallowing furiously.
"Is it that much different from anything we buy?" he asked with a hint of doubt.
Both Cas and Gabriel snorted in barely contained laughter.
Since oma made pies from scratch, it would be so different, and so, so much better!

An hour later found the three of them charshed on the sofa, bellies full to the point where they each had a little bulge where their stomach was.
"Ohhhhhh maaaannn." Dean groaned. "I ate too much. And that's not something I often say."
Cas tried to not fall asleep, and desperately to not blush at the groan.
Dean started talking again and jerked Cas more awake.
"I gotta say, bud, that was one way I never saw molasses used." he said, smile audible.
That must have been directed at Gabriel, who had slathered his plain pannenkoeken with the sweet, sticky goo.

Gabriel didn't answer Dean, but instead whined at Cas.
"Cassie, can I crash? I'm too full to get up, let alone drive..."
Cas merely opened one eye.
As he had suspected, Gabriel was giving him the kicked puppy look. It never failed, did it? Any time Cas, or oma, made pannenkoeken, Gabriel would eat too much, and sleep over because he was nearing a foodcoma. Fine. It wasn't as if Cas hadn't taken that into consideration when inviting him over.
Cas closed his eye again, settling back more.
"Burgundy room this time, Gabriel. Remember that."

After that, Cas zoned out, ignoring the room at large and concentrating on not falling asleep and not fantasising about Dean.
After a bit, Gabriel trudged upstairs, and Dean patted Cas on the shoulder.
"Thanks for dinner Cas. Now I can move again, I will go up, before I fall asleep next to you on the couch."
Deadpanning and determinedly fighting his blush once again, Cas just hummed and nodded.
If he cracked open an eye to watch Dean's butt as he was going, that was his problem.

Notes:

Dutch - English translation:
Zoetekauw - someone who has a sweettooth.