Bazingas and Omelets
Sheldon followed Castiel, Balthazar, and Gabriel down the halls of the bunker. They stopped by a door and motioned at it with wide grins on their faces. Sheldon walked up to the bedroom door. He glanced at the angels. They waved at him to go on and Sheldon looked back to the door and pounded his fist against the door.
"Dean." Knock. "Dean." Knock. "Dean." Knock. "Dean." Knock.
He glanced over his shoulder when the angels broke into a fit of laughter, but before he could ask what was so funny Dean opened the door. He was draped in his grey robe and he was sporting sleepy hedgehog hair. He scowled tiredly at Sheldon, looking him up and down.
"As much as I love TV characters jumping out of Sam's TV I'd love it even more if it wasn't during my nap," Dean grumbled. "You couldn't have pestered Kali or someone?"
"Are you crazy?" Gabriel choked. "Trust me, bucko, you do not want to mess with that goddess when she's trying to get her beauty sleep." He shivered as the terrible memories unfolded. "She took away my candy." Dean snorted and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked back to Sheldon.
"Is he the only one?"
"Nope," Balthazar said with a big grin. "We've got Leonard, Penny, Raj, and Howard." Dean ran a hand over his face.
"Anyone else?" Balthazar opened his mouth, but a thundering voice from down the hall drowned out his voice.
"HOWARD!" a booming voice called, nearly shaking the floor. "WHERE ARE WE?"
"I DON'T KNOW, MA!" another voice shouted from down the hall. Dean's eye twitched and he slammed the door shut. Sheldon frowned and raised his hand, tapping at the door and calling out for the hunter.
"Go away!" Dean grumbled through the door. "It's too early for this!" Sheldon turned to the angels and the three shrugged at him.
"Guess we'll just have to eat breakfast without him," Balthazar sighed rather loudly. "Benny's making omelets with bell peppers, Swiss cheese, bacon –"
The door flew open and Dean stepped into the hallway with a determined look in his eye. Balthazar smirked and started down the hallway to the library again. Dean grumbled and picked Gabriel and Castiel up before trailing behind Balthazar with Sheldon by his side. Gabriel and Castiel stretched out in Dean's arms chatting softly between one another over nonsense that Dean was too tired to care about and that Sheldon had no understanding off.
The five of them popped back into the library, finding Rachel and Charlie with the characters from the Big Bang. Charlie was showing them the files on all the different monsters crawling around in the outside world.
"So vampires don't sparkle in this universe then?" Penny joked. Charlie stuck her tongue out.
"Thank God for that. Can you imagine cleaning glitter off all those weapons?" she gagged. Her eyes roamed over to where Dean, Sheldon, and the angels stood. Her smile widened. "Hey, guys!" She waved her hands enthusiastically at the group of TV characters standing around her. "Isn't this awesome?"
"Yeah," Dean huffed, flopping down into a chair at the table. "Now where's my omelet?"
"Right here, brother," Benny called, walking into the room with several dishes of omelets stacked up his arms. He carefully dropped each plate onto the table and made sure the extra-large omelet with extra bacon found its way in front of Dean. "I'm going to go wake the others so don't go eating their omelets," Benny warned, before stepping out of the library and disappearing into one of the many halls making up the bunker. Dean dug into his omelet while the others each found a seat at the table. He groaned as Swiss cheese, egg, and bacon attacked his taste buds and the others all quickly joined him after taking their first few bites.
"Fuck God," Dean hummed around a forkful of omelet. "Anyone that can make omelets like these are the master of creation."
"These omelets are adequate, but Leonard's are much more satisfactory to the taste buds."
"Aw," Leonard said, slightly flattered by his roommate's words. "Thanks, Shel –"
"Bazinga!" Sheldon shouted before Leonard could finish, popping in a giant scoop of egg and cheese. "None of you ever see my practical jokes coming do you?" he chuckled cunningly.
"I make good omelets!" Leonard shouted, defending his cooking. His friends all laughed at his words, even Penny. "What? What's wrong with my omelets?" Penny picked up her plate that only held half of the omelet that had once been there. She pointed at the fluffy, gooey, breakfast she had been enjoying moments ago.
"See this? This is what they're supposed to look like," she revealed. "You put too much milk in them and they come out runny and gross."
"Not to mention that you use the wrong ratios of cheese and peppers," Sheldon added.
"And you use too much salt," Raj joined in.
"Alright!" Leonard shouted, holding up his hands. "I'm a sucky omelet maker. I get it." He turned back to his omelet. He'd show them later. When they got back home he'd start making omelets until he made the most perfect, fluffiest omelet they'd ever seen.
"Wow," a new voice called from the doorway. Everyone looked up, watching as Benny led in several new faces in. "Benny wasn't kidding about having visitors," Sam commented, taking a seat next to Dean. The others sat down too, grabbing the leftover plates of omelets for themselves.
"So why is the Big Bang Theory joining us for breakfast today?" Kevin questioned tiredly.
"Oh, we were transported here because your children needed teachings on a very important word," Sheldon stated simply. Everyone stared at him expectantly, but the angels were the ones that clarified Sheldon's statement.
"Bazinga!" they cried.
"Oh, Shelly, no," Penny moaned, dropping her head into her hands. "It's bad enough that word exists in our world."
"Actually…" Kevin unzipped the too big hoodie wrapped around his body, revealing a red shirt with the word Bazinga written in large yellow letters.
"Dear God, it's everywhere," Howard groaned.
"What's Bazinga even mean?" Dean asked while poking at a few stray peppers that had fallen from the inside of his omelet.
"It is a phrase one say instead of 'fooled you' or 'gotcha'," Sheldon clarified, sitting straighter in his chair. "It is also a type of Jellyfish."
"Your lessons can wait," Benny hushed, waving away anymore talk about Bazinga or jellyfish. He picked up a strip of bacon and nibbled at it. "Right now we eat." Everyone except the angels and Sheldon gave Benny a thankful look before digging back into their breakfast. They ate slowly, prolonging the delicious food and the time before Sheldon went all teacher on the wee angels of the lord. It was peaceful and quiet until a loud, booming voice echoed throughout the bunker, shaking the plates on the library table.
"HOWARD, I SMELL OMELETS! WHAT KIND OF A SON FORGETS TO BRING HIS MOTHER AN OMELET? HOWARD!"
Thank you, TB (guest), for the request! In case you couldn't tell, I'm craving omelets. Sadly, my fridge is empty and I'm procrastinating going to the store for food so I'm stuck writing about everyone other than me eating them :(