The way Gabriel was eyeing Sam's butt, had Cas raise an eyebrow, but then Dean came sauntering in, and he forgot all but the way the muscles in those those slightly bowed legs moved under the fabric of his jeans.
"All good?" he managed to get out, hoping his voice was normal.
Dean grinned at him and gestured at where Gabriel was now digging into his pie.
"All good, pal. Everyone was just a bit... touchy, I guess." Dean answered, sitting down to his own pie and coffee.
Sam was already eating, a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Yeah. All cool now, Cas. Sorry for blowing up like that." the taller guy offered, a speck of cream on his upper lip.
Cas pointed it out to him, and Sam licked it off with his tongue.
The tiny whimper that came from Gabriel was all but inaudible, and Cas was sure neither Winchester caught it.

While they were fetching Cas box of Clue, he took a moment to corner Gabriel.
"Gabriel... are you sure?" he asked low.
A calculating squint was his answer.
"What're you on about, Cassie?"
Cas licked his lips and glanced around to make sure they were alone.
"Sam... I can tell you like him."
Gabriel sighed, a grimace on his face.
"That obvious, huh? Well, nothing I can do about it, baby bro. He's straight. Dean told me about the girls Sammy had. Girls, plural. Guys... none."
Gabriel sighed.
"He is just so... hmhmhm! And sweet, and funny. And tall! I wanna climb him like a tree, Cassie."

Cas chuckled at the image his mind conjured up at that.
A sly glance from his brother sobered him up.
"How about you and Dean-o, huh Cassie? Any luck there?"
Cas blushed deeply, remembering his dreams.
"Shut up, Gabriel. I'm sure Dean doesn't think of me that way."
Gabriel pursed his lips in thought.
"I wouldn't bet on it, bucko... he still eyes your ass every time you walk by. Oma agrees that he wouldn't do it if he wasn't interested..."
Cheeks flaming, Cas grabbed the game.
"You talked to oma about me and Dean? Really? Gabriel... leave it, please."
Gabriel shrugged.
"If you're sure..." he stated, sauntering off.

The rest of the day, they had a relaxed day of playing games, and lounging about.
Deep down, Cas wished for today to never end.
He was about to share the thought, when both his and Gabriel's phone binged an email notification.
Before he got to it, Sam's phone sounded too. With a small smile at the younger man, Cas took his phone and checked his messages.
Looked like he got his wish! A curt, yet friendly mail told him that, due to the unexpected long snowfall, employees were not expected at work until further notice.
That meant Gabriel had an extra snowday too, and donuts to dollars that Sam was reading a similar message.

As if he could read his mind, Sam grinned up at him from his spot on the sofa.
"Another snowday for me. Cas?" he asked, eyebrows arched up.
Cas confirmed, and added his suspicion that Gabriel had the same message waiting, when Dean's phone started playing some country song.
Dean held up one finger to shush them.
"Bobby. Hi." he answered with a smile.
Sam yelled out something about a personalised ringtone, but Dean waved him off.

A balloon of happiness in his chest, Cas watched the silent interaction. Sam looked smug and equally happy, until Dean mentioned his car, but calling it a 'bucket of bolts'.
Sam gaped in mock outrage, and Cas smiled a little at it.
Gabriel, however hadn't been there for the conversation, being off answering Nature's call.
He instantly thought something wrong, and asked in a low voice.
"What's cooking, Sammoose? You look insulted."
Grumbling, Sam answered, but his eyes were still twinkling.
Until Gabriel nearly threw himself over the back of the sofa and hugged the guy.
Sam turned deep red, and Cas wanted to slap Gabriel up the head.
Hadn't he himself told Cas that Sam was straight?

Gabriel, in the meantime, had seemingly forgotten said conversation, as he flirtingly tried to console Sam, with yet another silly nickname added. Sammykins? Really?
He also proceded to insult Baby, which had Dean gearing up for a fight.
Shaking his head, Cas thought how to diffuse this one.
They still had another day to get through together.
Which handed him his out.
"Gabriel... wasn't it gezellig until now? I'd like to keep it that way. We're doomed to another day in eachother's company." Cas wheedled, handing Gabriel his phone.

All fight left Dean and Gabriel instantly, while Gabriel checked his phone.
He made a silly little in place jump and grinned widely.
"YAY! More free time! You're right! Cassie. Let's keep it gezellig."
Catching the exchanged looks between Sam and Dean, Cas wasn't surprised when Sam asked them what the foreign word meant.
He mentally geared up and patiently started his explaination, while Gabriel was giggling at the question.
"Gezellig is the coziness, comfort and warmth of being at home, or being together with friends or loved ones, sharing time in a pleasant and nice atmosphere." Cas rattled off.

Dean grinned widely, causing a flock of butterflies to erupt in Cas' belly.
"Sounds like you had to explain that before..." Dean commented.
Schooling his features, Cas all but sighed.
"You have no idea..." he answered, to which Gabriel collapsed with a renewed fit of the giggles. It was exasperating!
"Seriously, Gabriel? One should think you were used to it by now..." Cas asked his brother, who hung from the sofa, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes.

Gabriel slowly stood, hiccups forming around his last giggles.
"Nope. Never will get old, Cassie. You're so funny!"
Funny? He was being serious. Why would that be funny?
Cas blinked his eyes in confusion.
"I don't intend to be..." he admitted, taken aback a bit.
Gabriel let out a sound close to an actual howl and doubled over again.
"That's the beauty of it, little bro! Ohohoh... stohohooop. You're killing me!"

When Dean put his hand on Cas' shoulder, Cas nearly bit his tongue in shock.
It was warm, consoling and he wanted it to stray upwards and caress his neck.
He barely heard Dean explaining away Gabriel's behaviour, due to his heart beating in his ears, but he got the gist, and gave an adequate answer.
Before Gabriel could answer, his phone rang.
He answered it with a highpitched yodle of: "Oma! Hoe gaat het?"
Turning half an ear to the conversation, Cas smiled.
Oma was probably worried when she couldn't get him on his landline.

When his brother rang off, Dean leaned in, asking in a whisper what that was about.
Cas answered with his suspicions on the conversation, ending with: "...and she told him to say Hi to me."
Gabriel grinned evilly and dread filled Cas. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"Almost on the nose, brother dearest! She also asked me to give you a kiss..." Gabe smirked.
Mentally racing through Gabriel's side of the talk, Cas thought it plausible, but the grin and mischievous twinkle in Gabriel's eyes told him it wasn't that innoccuous.
He snapped, in Dutch, that he didn't believe his brother, anger rising quickly.

"Ok, ok. Ze vroeg me om te zorgen dat je hem eindelijk zou zoenen." Gabriel answered with that grin and in a tone that told Cas that, yes that was indeed what oma had said!
He couldn't believe his ears.
'Oma... Gabriel... they are the same, aren't they. Telling him to get me to kiss Dean. I'd love to do so, but Hell and damnation! It isn't their place!'
He was fuming by now, and if they had been alone, Cas would have clocked his big brother. For now, he just snarled at him, snapping a curt: "Dat zijn jullie zaken niet!" at Gabriel.
He stood, ready to storm off, but the gobsmacked faces of Sam and Dean stayed his pace.

He forced himself to stay put and grind out an excuse.
"Sam, Dean. Excuse me. I will be in my room." Cas managed and he calmly climbed the stairs, shutting off Dean's utterly nonplussed "Gabe, Dude... what the Hell?" by softly closing his door.
Then he threw himself on his bed and screamed in his pillow.
Frustration and indignation battled in his chest, making him actually cry.
It was so unfair! He wasn't as outgoing as Gabriel, and oma knew it.
The dream he had last night was still haunting him, and he was so tired of pretending he didn't want to push Dean up against a wall and kiss him until they both needed oxygen.
The times that man drove him crazy, just by licking his lips, or biting them, or rubbing a hand over them...
Cas screamed in his pillow again.

Notes:

Dutch - English translations

Oma! Hoe gaat het? - Nanna! How are you?

Ok, ok. Ze vroeg me om te zorgen dat je hem eindelijk zou zoenen. - Ok, ok. She asked me to get you to finally kiss him.

Dat zijn jullie zaken niet! - That's none of your business!