Angels of Breakfast
Dean lay in his bed, nose twitching ever so slightly as something tickled it. Dean allowed his weary eyes open. Three small angels were curled around his head, dozing softly. Castiel was nuzzled right into Dean's neck, wings wrapped around himself like his own personal blanket. His trench coat was wound in his tiny fists as well. Balthazar was propped up against Dean's thigh, sleeping upright with his wings laying delicately over himself as well. Dean's eyes rolled up to his forehead. Sure enough, Gabriel lay sprawled across Dean's forehead like some fat cat with one wing tickling Dean's nose and the other was resting at a weird angle that would definitely give him a wing ache later.
"How the hell…" Dean trailed off, remembering that Cas had crawled into bed with him after a nightmare and when Dean had attempted to tell a story to calm the angel down the other two popped in to listen too. Dean sighed, fiddling with Gabriel's wings and Cas' hair. He let his eyes turn to the clock on the nightstand to see that it was 10:00 am. His stomach growled then and Dean wondered if he should test out if the little angels appreciate homemade blueberry pancakes. There was only one way to find out. He took his time waking them up. He stared with tickling their sides and rubbing his fingers through their delicate wings.
"Are they good?" Castiel asked tiredly as Dean explained his plan for breakfast. Dean smirked at the angel and winked.
"They are sinfully delicious," Dean answered. Cas opened his mouth to question Dean's use of words but Dean didn't hear him. He was too busy being tackled by an excited Balthazar.
"Can we help?!" He asked, bouncing up and down in Dean's lap.
"Oh, hell no!" You three are trouble enough just sitting around. Putting a hot pan is the last thing-"
"PLEASE!" the angels wined in unison, eyes growing big as they pleaded. Dean slapped a hand over his face. God dammit why were they so adorable?
"Fine, fine! You do what I tell you though and behave yourselves." The angels nodded their heads frantically, hugging Dean in their arms. Dean shooed them off of him, getting to his feet. He scooped Cas up in his arms before the baby angel had the chance to attempt flying while the other two angels flew down the stairs.
"Aw, Dwean! I wanna fly too!" Cas whined, struggling slightly in Dean's arms. Dean let out a laugh, ignoring the mispronouncing of his name.
"Sorry, Cas, you're too little yet."
"Am not!" Cas grumbled. Dean rolled his eyes at the pouting angel and lifted the angel up into the air above his head. Castiel let out a giggling gasp as Dean ran down the stairs like that, helping Cas pretend to fly.
"I wanna turn!" the other two angel's shouted when Dean and Cas zoomed into the kitchen laughing and partially out of breath.
"After we eat," Dean promised, setting Castiel down on the counter next to his brothers and pulling out a pan. He turned the nob on the stove so it said on and pointed at the cabinet door. "Alright, Gabe get me the pancake mix on the top shelf. Balthazar, you zoom over to the garden and get some of the fattest blueberries you can find in Bobby's garden in the back," Dean ordered. The angel's all did a solute and flapped their wings. Cas watched his brothers zoom off to do what they were told and turned his blue eyes one Dean.
"Me?" Dean smiled, opening the fridge and pulling out the eggs and milk.
"I can trust you with cracking eggs into the bowl right?" Cas smiled, nodding as Dean handed him and egg that was three times the size of Cas' little fist. He handed a bowl over and watched as Cas gently tapped the egg and poured the gooy insides into the bowl without getting a single shell mixed in. Dean ruffled Cas' hair in praise and pulled out some oil and a measuring cup. By the time he actually found the blasted oil both Balthazar and Gabriel had returned with their finds.
"Those are huge!" Cas gasped in awe as Balthazar dragged a basket of huge berries onto the counter. Even Dean looked slightly shocked.
"Bobby says it's because the garden gets a special touch," Balthazar said with a wink. Bobby had been letting the angels help him out in the garden to keep them out of trouble lately. Maybe the plants liked a little angel mojo now and then.
"Alright guys, lets poor this stuff in the bowl!" Dean shouted. He let all three angels help pour the ingredients in the bowl just in case something was too heavy or they decided to attack one another with the food. They had wanted to help use the mixer, but Dean had labeled that as a big fat no. That just earned him three teary eyed angels though so instead of using the mixer he handed each a wooden spoon. Even after instructing the three to stir slowly somehow a race started between Gabriel and Balthazar on who could stir the fastest. Now each baby angel was speckled with pancake mix. Well, at least they still had some left in the bowl.
"How do you cook the other side?" Cas questioned as Dean poured the batter into the pan, making three pancakes for each angel.
"You flip it, Dummy!" Gabe teased.
"Shut up, Gabby!"
"Hey cool it!" Dean shouted at the bickering angels. "I'm going to show ya." The angels went silent and Dean pointed at the now bubbling pancake. "You see those bubbles?" he asked the wee angels. They nodded, looking at the pancakes like they may sprout wings and fly away. "That means that it's ready to be flipped. With that Dean grabbed the handle of the pan and through the pancakes into the air. He caught the first two easily, but the third had gotten too far and was heading towards the floor. Castiel grabbed the pan from Dean's hands, careful not to burn himself and shot into the air. Dean cried out as the angel jumped off the high counter. Cas' wings flapped weekly and he held the pan out, catching the pancake and heading for the hard floor.
"CASSIE!" the brothers cried, but there was no reason to worry. Sam scurried into the kitchen just in time to catch the falling angel and his pancake.
"Gotcha!" Sam sighed in relief, holding the angel tightly. Cas smiled up at a worried Dean, Balthazar, and Gabriel. He lifted up the pan to reveal all three pancakes.
"I flew! I flew! I caught it and flew!"
"Cassie, that wasn't-"
"Good job, Cas," Dean encouraged, taking the pan from the angel and setting it on the stove. Cas flapped his small wings proudly.
"Let's do it again!" Cas shouted, clapping his hands excitedly as Sam carried him back to the counter. Dean ran a hand across his face and Sam chuckled softly,
"Dean, you're getting grey hair from these three." Dean gave Sam a murderous glare before turning back to his pupils. He was NOT going grey!
Dean, Sam, and the little angels sat around the table with huge stacks of pancakes. Each stack was slightly taller than Cas and topped with syrup, blueberries, cream. Dean had to admit. These were the best pancakes he's tasted in a long time. By the looks of it he wasn't the only one that thought so too. The angels all had sticky faces and fingers from diving into their food hungrily and Dean wished that he had a camera.
"Dwean?" Dean thought about attempting to get Cas to say it right by ignoring the angel, but decided against it and looked over at the little angel.
"Yeah, Cas?" Cas took another bite of his pancake stack and swallowed greedily, taking his time in answering Dean.
"What should we make for lunch?" Dean's face paled and the angels took advantage.
"Lasagna! Pizza! Elephant ears!" Gabriel shouted.
"Steak! Salmon! Ham!" Balthazar chimed in. Dean buried his face in his sticky hands shaking his head. Looks like the angels were going to cause him to go grey after all.
Poor Dean. Those little angels sure love to cook and Cas flew! Well…kind of. Again requests would be awesome! Hope you all are enjoying this! Thanks for Reading and please review! Again, I do take requests.