Dean growled at the alarm. It was way too soon after he'd gone up. He'd hit the bed, clothed in just his boxers because a shirt was too much trouble, and fell into a foodcoma. He whacked the beeping monstrosity to shut it up. His eyes were gritty and unwilling to open, but he had that customer coming bright and early. Dean groaned and sat up. A knock came to his door.
"Dean-o? You up?"
Gabe... right! He had stayed over.
"Naah. M' eyes are open though..."

The door opened and the tousled locks of his friend appeared around it. He looked as bad as Dean felt.
"Morn' Gabe. Not as bright eyed today?"
Gabe scowled and padded further in.
"Uhhhn. Shut up. No sugar rush yet. Can I use your bathroom? Cassie isn't up yet, and I need a soak. I feel sticky and grimey."
Dean grinned. Served him right. No-one should be able to completely cover their 'pannenkoek' (Yes he knew the difference between singular and plural by now) in molasses, roll it up and then use said roll to sop all the spilt molasses off the plate, and not feel sticky afterwards.
"Sure. I'll just take a shower in yours. I don't wake from a bath, I just get more sleepy and grumpy."
Gabe gave a wan smile and padded off to the bathroom, clothes, towel and toiletries in the crook of his arm.

Dean stretched, yawned, then cursed as he saw the time.
He dashed to the burgundy room and turned on the shower. Only when he was rinsing off the suds, did he realise he had brought nothing but his toiletry bag, and his towel.
"Son of a bitch... if this is the tone for today, I'm heading back to bed." he grumbled, toweling himself off. He slung the towel around his hips and grabbed the rest of his stuff.
"Gotta tell Cas to keep the 'pannenkoeken' for when I got a day off. This is no way to start the day." Dean groused, watching his towel didn't slip.

The soft closing of a door didn't surprise him. Maybe Gabe was done already.
Then he heard a soft gasp, from a direction that wasn't near his room. It was right in front of him. His head shot up. Cas was staring at him, blue eyes wide, pink lips slightly agape and a blush on his cheeks.
"D.. Dean. Good morning." Cas stuttered out.
Fighting down his own blush, Dean smiled.
"Morning, Cas. Gabe wanted to bathe, so I used his shower. Only I forgot my clothes.

Cas made an odd movement with his head, like he got a water logged ear.
"I can see that... I didn't know you had a tattoo too."
Dean glanced down at his chest, smiling at the familiar pentagram surrounded by flames on his left pectoral.
"Yeah, me and Sammy both have this one. We did it after a drunk night, watching 'the Exorsist'. Sam got obsessed with avoiding demons to squat in our bodies like that. So, drunk as a skunk, mr. Hotshot Lawyer fresh from Stanford, researched anti-posession. He came up with this symbol, and we drove downtown. Next morning, Bobby shook his head at us and called us idjets with great predjudice. But I never regretted it. It's like a symbol of our bond."

Cas was smiling by now, though his cheeks were still a bit pink. He rubbed his hands over his own ink.
"I can understand that. Mine are a symbol too."
Dean's eyes had followed those long fingers slide over the inked feathers that peeked out from under the sleeves of Cas' shirt.
"Yeah? Of what?" Damn his mouth! It always ran off when he didn't pay attention to it.

Cas turned around and whipped his shirt off, causing Dean to gape and blush furiously.
His back was lean, but muscular. His skin was pale, except for where two massive black wings were tattooed. They started at the tip of his shoulderblades, then up to the dip in his shoulders and spread down and out to the back of his arms. There the last primary tip ended just above his elbows.
Dean switched his toiletry bag to the hand clutching his towel, so it would cover the problem rising underneath.
"Of freedom, Dean. I will tell you the whole story another time. I think you should get going, or you will be late. I was about to wake Gabriel up, but now I don't need to."
Cas poked his head and arms through the shirt.

He turned around and Dean glimpsed a birthmark next to his right nipple, before Cas tugged his shirt back on.
"Y..Yeah. I'll make sure Gabe comes down." Dean mumbled.
Cas smiled widely at him.
"Good. I shall make breakfast."
Dean hummed his ok, desperately trying to tell his libido 'No. Nope. Nuhuh!' and made his way to his room, to get Gabriel out of the tub.

Breakfast was simple, yet tasty. Cas had made sandwiches. Just two slices of whole wheat bread, butter and more of that tasty Gouda.
"Dude! You put that on your sandwiches? It costs a lot to just put between two slices of, admittedly delicious, bread." Dean protested, after polishing his two sandwiches off.
Cas poured him a coffee, and himself and Gabriel a mug of milk.

"I told you, Dean. Oma gets a lot of that stuff. Her sister, her brother and most of her more distant relatives send her a care package every few months. She is always well stocked in cheese, drop, stroopwafels, schenkstroop, and what not. I bet I will get another block tomorrow. Don't worry, and enjoy."
Gabriel hummed around his sandwich, which was covered with some kind of white powder. It looked like powdered sugar, but it smelled heavily of anisseed.
"I wov oma's welatiffs." he mumbled, emitting little puffs of the powder.

Cas shook his head at his brother.
"I swear Gabriel, they have lied to us all these years. You are actually the younger one, not me." he dryly commented, whilst wiping his shirt clean of the white powder that had settled there.
Dean bit his lip and quickly drank his coffee.

To his amazement, he wasn't even that much later than usual. He wiped his mouth and grabbed his stuff.
"Thanks for breakfast, Cas. It was fun, eating together and not wolf down a granola bar."
Cas dipped his head.
"You're welcome, Dean. If you like, we can do this every day. I know I would love it. We used to have breakfast like this every day. I miss it. It's a fun yet relaxed way to start the day."
Dean agreed with that wholeheartedly. He smiled at the Novaks, and left.