Cas was happily reading a book, Dean sitting on the stool next to him, playing something on his phone, whilst their brothers were doing the washing up.
"Only fair, Gabriel." Sam had argued.
"Dean and Cas did the cooking, so we do the dishes. Suck it up, and get that teatowel."
With his signature pout marring his face, Gabriel had fallen in line.
Now he was letting his eyes roam over Sam's backside, and Cas was pointedly ignoring him.

"Say, Cassie..." Gabriel's voice cut through his reading haze.
'Oh lord, now what?' Cas thought with some desperation.
'Please, don't let him embarras me by saying something overly sexual about my housemate's little brother!'
Schooling his features and voice to neutral, Cas looked up.
"What is it, Gabriel?" he inquired drily.
His brother was holding up one of the tumbler glasses Cas and Dean had used last night, and panic clutched at his chest.

"Was last night celebratory, or trying to forget?" his big brother teased, his golden eyes twinkling.
Heat rushed his cheeks and Cas cast a glance at Dean, who was also looking at the glass, albeit with a calm expression.
'Of course. He didn't have sexually tinted dreams about his housemate... Crap! I'm so screwed!'
Dean quirked an eyebrow at the glass, and then cleared his throat.
"Two things, actually. One: I had a great day, and this guy gifted me that botte, and two: Cas needed to warm up. He'd been out there." he explained in that sexy, gruff voice, and Cas could feel his cheeks light up even more.
Ostentatiously calm, Cas held up his book again, hiding behind it.

Gabriel fumbled the glass, nearly letting it smash to the grond.
"What? Why?! You're having a payed vaykay!" he nearly whined, as if being outside was not something one did when not having to work.
Behind his book, Cas rolled his eyes.
Then he put it carefully on the bar and explained how he had feared the drop in temperature would have surprised his bees.
Gabriel nodded in understanding, but Dean seemed taken aback.
"Bees? You actually have beehives?" he asked sincerely.

Thinking he would have asked that yesterday, Cas threw him a look, but Dean was honestly surprised, if the look on his face was anything to judge by.
"Yes. I do. Why do you think I have so much honey?" Cas needed to know the answer.
When Dean quietly breathed out an "Awesome...", Cas glowed on the inside.
Dean didn't think his hobby was weird, or nerdy... he thought it awesome.
Sam was shaking his head, long hair softly swaying from left to right, and Gabriel followed every swish with his eyes.
'Oh... oh shit. If Gabriel gets infatuated with Sam... what would that do to my relation to Dean? Would Dean bolt? Or would he go all 'Big Brother' on Gabriel and cause such trouble I would have to choose? I couldn't...'
Sam's exasperated question if Dean hadn't bothered to check out the yard, made Cas chuckle, despite his inner turmoil.

"He didn't even set foot in the scullery before yesterday..." Cas confessed, making his brother laugh loudly and ask how high Dean had jumped.
The way Dean grumbled his denial, made Cas think he might rather have kept that between them.
Of course Gabriel didn't let go. He was like a dog with a bone at times...
"Yeah, right. Sammich here told me you love jumpscares... so fess up, bucko." he needled.
Dean's scowl was turning into a snarl, and Cas didn't want them to fall out. Not after the very nice breakfast they had just enjoyed.
Time to intervene, and Cas knew just how to diffuse this one.
"He actually didn't, Gabriel. I saw him through the window. He recoiled a bit, but that was all. Now, are we done here? I feel like it's coffee time."

Predictably, Gabriel was all ears and eagerness.
"Coffee time? You're kidding... did she..." he stammered, unable to form a sentence in his joy.
Knowing exactly what his sugar addicted brother meant, Cas nodded.
With a whoop, Gabriel smacked Sam on the butt with the teatowel.
Squawking in surprise, Sam went rigid.
"Coffee time, Sam-a-lam! You'll love coffee time... you too, Dean-o!" Gabriel enthused and made his way to the sofa, where he knew Cas would serve the coffee.
The Winchesters looked stumped, and Cas had to bite his lip to not laugh at them.

He brought the coffee and slices of oma's applepie to the living room, where the others were sitting around the coffee table. Gabriel sat on the floor, like the big five year old he was, and bounced up and down.
"Oooohhh. Oma outdid herself! Look at that perfection!" he cooed.
Cas had piped beautiful rosettes of whipped cream on each slice, like she'd taught him.
Dean's gorgeous, green eyes widened and a gleam of desire came to them.
Ignoring the pooling lust in his gut, Cas served coffee and pie.
Gabriel eyed Sam carefully while he took his first bite, as if his reaction to a piece of oma's apple pie was of earthshattering import.
"See, Samshine? Told you, you'd love it." he coaxed as he wiped up a big dollop of his cream.

Sam smiled at Gabriel and hummed assent, making the blush on Gabriel's cheeks deepen slightly.
"So, coffee time means just that? Time for coffee?" Dean asked as he plunged his fork into his piece of pie.
Shaking his head, Cas explained.
"Not just time for coffee, Dean. Between ten and eleven, it is time for coffee, and some sweet snack, like cookies, or in this case applepie."
Gabriel slapped his knee.
"Cassie! Not just any applepie! Home made by our grandmother, or oma, as we call her."

When Dean moaned around his bite of applepie, Cas had to cross his legs.
It shot right through him.
Gabriel had snuck the pipingbag with him and was carefully piping more cream on his pie.
Cas sighed and glared at his sibling.
"Gabriel, you have had enough cream now, haven't you?"
With an innocent expression on his usually devious face, Gabriel looked up at him, finger still in his mouth from swiping more cream.

The situation must have been ridiculous, because Dean started chuckling.
"Awe Cassie... you sound like oma." Gabriel pouted, trying his puppy eyes on his brother.
Cas cocked an eyebrow, and ignored the muffled laughter from Dean.
"Good. Then you know not to try me." Cas said adamantly.
The increased chortling from Dean made both Novaks turn their head and demand: "What?"