Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

A.N.: Thank you Wolfgrowl for informing me of national waffle day! Which is on August 24. Which means I'm behind...

Sam groaned and blinked awake, then sat up. Last night, Team Free Will had crashed at Bobby's. Now Gabe was missing and that normally wasn't a good thing. The hunter hesitated, did he smell waffles?

He got out of bed and hurriedly got dressed, creeping downstairs. He could hear voices in the kitchen.

"I fail to understand this." Cas dead-panned. Sam narrowed his eyes, and prayed that Dean wasn't doing something x-rated with the angel.

"Don't look at me Cas, I'd never heard of this." Dean muttered.

Sam perked up when his angel spoke. "Well you two sure are moody. Not getting enough?"

Sam grinned a little, but waited for Dean's reply.

"What?" His brother seemed to have woken up.

Gabriel replied cheekily, "I'm making waffles, look alive, Dean-o."

Sam narrowed his eyes and walked in. "Why are you making waffles?"

"Morning, kiddo!" Gabriel gave him a wide grin, and Sam had to smile back. He glanced at Dean, who was leaning against Bobby's counter.

"Your angel is weird." His brother mumbled.

Gabriel shrugged. "Think what you want Dean-o, but I may not make you waffles."

"Which brings us back to my question." Sam turned to Gabriel.

The archangel grinned. "Today is national waffle day!" The angel hadn't held still since Sam walked in, and was watching a waffle maker.

"Have you been drinking Red Bull?" Sam asked, as he watched his boyfriend dart around.

He turned to face Sam. "Nope! I've got wings!"

"I truly do not understand." Castiel spoke from where he stood behind Dean.

Dean twisted to face Cas. "Red Bull's an energy drink; the slogan is 'Red Bull gives you wings'."

"I've never seen humans with wings." Castiel replied, cocking his head.

Gabriel chuckled. "I'll leave that to you Dean." He grinned at Sam then went back to waffles. When he opened the waffle maker Sam about died, again. The waffle looked perfect, and smelled excellent.

Dean sat up. "Whoa."

Gabriel handed the waffle on a plate to Sam, who stuck his tongue out at Dean.

"I've been here longer!" Dean whined, staring at Sam's waffle the way a hellhound stares at its victims. Or so Sam assumed.

Gabriel grinned. "Yeah, but he takes priority. Plus, he would've given me that puppy dog look."

Sam sat down, having grabbed a fork and knife. The hunter looked around, was there syrup?

A bottle of maple syrup appeared in front of him, the natural stuff. It was dark brown in color and Sam glanced up.

Gabriel grinned at him, still making waffles. Sam poured the syrup over his waffle, ignoring Dean's stare.

He cut it and took a bite. Sam closed his eyes in bliss, Gabriel could cook!

After he swallowed he told Gabriel. "Never give these to Crowley. I'd sell my soul for these."

Gabriel smiled. "That good?"

"Give me some!" Dean sounded like a bratty child.

Castiel commented. "Dean, I believe my brother is making you some now."

"I am, just to shut him up." Gabriel agreed. Sam grinned and dug in, silent in his eagerness to eat.

"Here you are Dean-o. I only added a little arsenic." The archangel smirked as he leaned over the counter.

Dean glared at him, but took it. "Hey Sammy-" Sam handed him the syrup, barely stopping.

"Hey, bro, you want some?" Gabriel asked, glancing at Cas.

The angel shook his head. "I do not need food to sustain myself."

"Oh, come on, Cas." Dean stopped inhaling the waffle to talk to his boyfriend. "Just try it. It won't hurt you."

"No, thank you though, Gabriel." The angel replied.

Gabriel shrugged. "Okay then." He started making another waffle, and turned to Sam. "For my father's sake Sam, don't choke!"

Sam swallowed and grinned sheepishly. The archangel smiled back and focused on his waffle. When it was done, he sat down next to Sam. Sam could see the chocolate chips in it, and rolled his eyes.

Gabriel downed his waffle quickly, Sam and Dean had already finished.

When Gabriel finished he turned to Sam. "You have bit of syrup…" He trailed off, pointing.

Sam stuck his tongue out, trying to find it.

"Other side." Gabriel told him, and Sam pulled his tongue back in to ask where. Gabriel kissed him and pulled back. "I got it."

"Do you two mind?" Dean asked. "I just ate."

Sam turned around to look at his brother.

"Don't bitchface me." Dean told him and Sam just sighed and turned back to Gabriel.

"So, national waffle day?" He asked, unconvinced. Gabriel had probably just wanted waffles.

Gabriel crossed his arms. "Yes I wanted waffles but it actually exists."

Sam cursed himself for forgetting Gabriel's mind reading, and questioned. "Really?"

"It does!" Gabriel insisted, indignant.

"You idjits had better clean up." Three of the rooms occupants jumped, Castiel merely turned his head.

Bobby stood in the doorway, and asked. "What idjit didn't make me waffles?"

XXX

PB: Oh that's a wonderful ending.

Me: Shut up, I had to wrap it up or it would've kept going!

PB: * Eats waffle *

Sam: You mean Gabe didn't make that up?

Me: Nope.

Gabe: See!

Me: Anyway, review for virtual waffles!