The sharp beep of his alarm stung Dean's head like dull knives. He hit the clock with vigour until it shut up.
"Oh! OW! Fuck... I'm hung over..."
Nausea curled his guts in loops and the light behind the dark green, velvet curtains was way too bright. He sat up, rubbing his head.
"Jesus Christ on a motorbike..." he mumbled, squinting at his bed.
"How the Hell did I get here? Last thing I remember... oh fuck!"
His cheeks lit up instantly.
'Cas... did he? Did I? Did we? No... we were on the couch... I don't remember going to bed... It must've been a dream... a very hot, very welcome dream... DAMNIT!'
Dean burried his face in his hands, almost wishing he'd just disappear.

A soft knock came to his door.
"Dean? Are you up?"
Cas. Dean closed his eyes, sighing.
"Yeah... I'm upright. Awake is optional today..."
That got a soft chuckle.
The door opened and Cas poked his messy bedhead around the corner.
"It's still coming down. Nemod texted me half an hour ago. Mass text to all employees to stay in and stay safe."
Dean smiled, despite his hangover. Gabe was such a great boss.
"I brought you your phone... I think you have texts too." Cas handed over the pricey hardware.

Dean smiled weakly at him in thanks.
"You look ill. Are you ok?" Cas asked, worry evident in his voice.
Dean's smile broadened.
"Yeah... just a little hung over. I'll be fine in a bit."
He opened his messages. There were two new ones.

Received at 7.36 pm Sam:
Dean, I bumped into Gabe on my way home.
His car wouldn't start and he was walking.
So I offered him a lift.
Wouldn't you know it: my car decided to stop two blocks from your place.
Can Gabe and I crash at you and Cas'?
Sam.

"Crap, Cas. Our brothers were stuck in the blizzard!"
Cas hummed as he sat down next to him.
"I know. Gabriel texted me too. Don't worry. I'm sure they are here. Gabriel knows where the spare key is, and I bet they are sound asleep as we speak."
Dean bit his lip. He sure as Hell hoped so. But if Gabe arranged a mass text half an hour ago, he was probably safe and up.
His second text was from Bobby, telling him to stay inside and don't even try and get his idjet ass to the salvage.
"Looks like I'm off the hook too, bud."
He showed Cas the text. Cas smiled, rubbing his hands.
"Lazy breakfast!" he announced with relish and got up.

Dean rolled his head around his shoulders and followed suit.
Cas snuck down the hallway to the burgundy room and knocked.
An annoyed grunt was his answer.
"Gabriel... it's a snowday... want to have a lazy breakfast?" Cas almost sang at the closed door.
Within seconds, the door flew open and a tousled Gabriel stared at his brother with adoring eyes.
"Lazy breakfast? Hells yeah! Bring it on, baby bro!"
He glanced past Cas and smirked.
"Morning Dean-o! Did you get that? Lazy breakfast! Go warn your Samsquatch brother!"
Shaking his head, Dean made his way downstairs, where he found Sam, sprawled on the sofa under a thick quilt.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" he belted, and Sam shot up, gasping.
"Geez, Dean... aren't you supposed to be hung over?"
Dean jumped over the back of the sofa and landed neatly just inches off of Sam's feet.
"I'm ok now. How would you know?"
Sam grinned, hazel eyes twinkling with joy.
"When Gabe and I got here, you were passed out on the sofa with an almost empty bottle of JW Blue on the table. We thought it would be best to put you in bed. Alarms and such, not knowing if you'd have to work when the snow would stop."
Dean nodded, lips pursed in agreement.
"Well, it hasn't stopped yet. Snowday has officially been called, by both Bobby and Nemod."
Sam scrabbled for his own phone.
"Yup. Me too. Well, since we're stuck here..."

"Morning, Sambo!" Gabe called from the stairs.
"Sleep ok? The bed in the guest room is average size, so you wouldn't fit in it. I would have taken the sofa otherwise."
Sam smiled at him and stretched.
"I'm ok, Gabe, thanks. This sofa is part bed! I slept fine."
The energetic guy bounced down the stairs now.
"Goody two shoes! Now get your Moose butt up and at'em, 'cause Cassie is making lazy breakfast!"
Sam looked at Dean, who looked equally puzzled.
Together the Winchester brothers got to the kitchen, curious what would happen.

What happened, was that Cas, and once he caught on Dean too, made a lavish breakfast with scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, petit pains, orange juice and tea. To his amazement, even Dean liked the tea.
"Oma taught us. Half English blend, half Earl Grey, steep five minutes."
Mumbling around a big bite of bacon and eggs, Dean managed: "I fo wuv youw oma."
Sam shook his head at his big brother and nipped his own tea.
"God, Dean! You're like a big six year old... But I have to agree. This is amazing tea!"
With a slight blush Cas ducked his head a bit, making Dean bite his cheek by accident.
"Thank you, Sam."

"Say, Cassie..." Gabe started, as he and Sam were doing the dishes.
Cas looked up from his book.
"What is it, Gabriel?"
"Was last night celebratory, or trying to forget?"
Gabe held up one of their glasses from the night before.
Cas blushed again, eyes flashing a panicked look at Dean.
"Two things, actually. One: I had a great day, and this guy gifted me that botte, and two: Cas needed to warm up. He'd been out there."

Gabriel nearly dropped the glass.
"What? Why?! You're having a payed vaykay!"
His tone was worried and slightly insulted.
Cas sighed and calmly put his book down.
"I needed to check on the hives. The sudden drop of temperature might have surprised my bees."
For the first time, Dean registered why exactly Cas had been outside yesterday.
"Bees? You actually have beehives?"

Cas threw him a look.
"Yes. I do. Why do you think I have so much honey?"
Blinking, Dean recalled at least four jars in the pantry.
"Awesome..." he breathed, making Sam slowly shake his head.
"Seriously, Dean? You didn't even check the back yard?"
Cas chuckled low.
"He didn't even set foot in the scullery before yesterday..."

Gabe barked out a laugh.
"How high did you jump?" he asked, eyes shining with mirth.
"I didn't." Dean said surly, not happy with Cas divulging that little info.
Gabe scoffed, drying a plate.
"Yeah, right. Sammich here told me you love jumpscares... so fess up, bucko."
Dean was about to chew out the little imp, when Cas piped up again.
"He actually didn't, Gabriel. I saw him through the window. He recoiled a bit, but that was all. Now, are we done here? I feel like it's coffee time."

Gabriel snapped around.
"Coffee time? You're kidding... did she..."
Cas nodded and Gabriel whooped, slapping Sam's ass with the teatowel.
Stiffening, Sam squawked.
"Coffee time, Sam-a-lam! You'll love coffee time... you too, Dean-o!"
Rubbing his butt, Sam gave Dean a confused look, which Dean could only return.
Hell if he knew what that sugar junkie was on about.