11

Another bright sunny morning awoke me in my empty bed. I wondered why he never stayed the whole night, but that was just Castiel. I sat up and rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, but got off coarse when I noticed it was quiet in the lodge. Too quiet for this time of morning. Sam and Dean should have both been up now. I knocked on their bedroom door, but no one answered. Maybe they had gotten a case early this morning and left a note somewhere in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom and straight away knew something was off. I was fully dressed when I looked in the mirror. Dressed in a light pink 50's dress with my hair brushed out perfectly.

"What the...?" I mumbled to myself then headed out to the kitchen. Whatever kind of prank this was, it wasn't funny. I was halfway thought the kitchen when it hit me.

I went to the fridge and pulled out the eggs, bacon, and cheese, then like Dean had said, went for the paprika and pepper. Next I set up the stove and started scrambling the eggs. Even to go all out, I started some toast in the toaster. When the eggs were ready, I dropped in the little pieces of cheese and bacon and stirred them in until the eggs were ready to be flipped over. Spices went in next. When they were all cooked, I got out a single plate, fork and butter knife, put the eggs on the plate and the toast on the side.

I was pouring a glass of milk when I said, "It's going to be cold if you don't hurry up."

"Way ahead of ya'." he said. I turned around to find him already at the table, unfolding his napkin. I set down the glass of milk beside him on the table, then leaned back at the counter with my arms crossed. Just then I noticed the small vase of cut purple lilacs on the table.

"Oh, come on. Not even a giggle." I just raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright fine, don't laugh."

"You think you're so funny, don't you Gabriel?"

"Yes, very much so." he said looking up from his omelet, very sure of himself.

"Pink? Why pink?" I held up the ends of my dress in disgust.

"You love pink."

"No," I stressed, "I hate pink. Any other color but pink. Any."

"I'll try to remember that next time." he smiled down at the food, like he'd known I hated pink.

"So, what's up with the jasmine?"

"No jam? Not even a little?" he whined at the buttered toast.

"You know, for a powerful archangel, you're pretty helpless."

"Am I?" he looked back up with a smirk.

"Yes," I nodded. "Now the jasmine. Spill."

"Well, it's no fun if I just tell you." He held out his other piece of toast towards me.

"I haven't got all night."

"Oh, come on. You totally do." I shook my head and sat down across from him, taking the toast and taking a bite.

"You're ridiculous." I smiled. He saw and laughed, like he'd just gotten me with the best prank ever. "What are you, some kind of trickster or something?"

"You hit the nail on the head, my dear. I kinda went by The Trickster for a while."

"Like I said, ridiculous." I took another bite of the toast. "So nothing about the flowers?" He just watched me silently, while finishing his toast. "Super helpful."

"That's me. Great job with Castiel, by the way. Who knew you had it in ya?" I just rolled my eyes at him as the clock chimed in the background. Great, here we go and I got nothing out of him. "Time flies, doesn't it? Well, you make a superb omelet." he said wiping his mouth. "We should do this again sometime."

We both stood from the table. "Yeah, maybe."

"Oh right, a word of caution. The whole demon hunting thing. Be careful. Don't get yourself too caught up in it. That's a dangerous game right there."

"And you care, why?"

"Listen to me, don't listen to me. I'm just telling you. It would break my poor brother's heart if something happened to you by the hand of a demon."

"Yeah, yeah. Listen next time you want to talk through flowers, pick ones that don't have a thousand meanings would ya?"

"I'll try to keep that in mind." he said calmly. "Goodbye, Satine." he lifted up his hand then snapped his fingers.

I opened my eyes again to a dark room. I rolled over onto my back when something rolled off the pillow onto my face. This time it was a feather intertwined with a bell shaped flower.

"Everything alright?" a quiet voice asked from beside me.

"Yeah, just a dream." I said, tucking the flower and feather under my pillow. I'd look this one up tomorrow, and if I was lucky, this one would have a more direct meaning.