The Novaks and the Winchesters spent the rest of their snowday playing boardgames, watching movies and basically building their friendships.
As the snowladen clouds brought dusk in as early as four thirty in February, Gabriel checked his phone. He nodded Dean over, whispering in a hushed voice.
"Dean-o, look. Forecast is for another five inches. Shit, this usually only happens in December or March. Should I..."
Dean nodded as his eyes scanned the radar image.
"Yeah, my bet is no-one will want to get out."

Not five minutes later, Gabriel excused himself to go to the bathroom. When both his and Cas' phoned binged in unison, Dean smirked.
Sam's phone followed, making both him and Cas check their messages.
"Another snowday for me." Sam smiled. "Cas?"
Cas licked his lips, causing Dean to bite his.
"Yes. Me to. So the message for Gabriel will probably read the same."
On cue, Dean's phone started playing Kenny Rogers' 'The Gambler'.
Holding up his finger, he picked up.

"Bobby. Hi." he smiled.
"How you idjets always know it's me, is really weird." came the gruff answer.
On the sofa, Sam called out: "It's called a 'personalised ringtone', Bobby!"
Waving his hand to shush the Moose, Dean grinned.
"I'm psychic... so, another snowday?"
Bobby grumbled about not believing in faerietales before answering the question.
"Yeah. But you'd better count on overtime, once it's all clear. People are dumbasses when driving in snow."
Dean sighed and switched ears.
"I know, Bobby. And we'll have to see to Sammy's bucket of bolts too. It stopped."
Sam balked in silence, as Gabriel came back from his 'bathroom break'.
"Balls... oh well, I'll put him on the list right away. We'll tow him first."
Giving Sam the thumbs up, Dean thanked Bobby and ended the call.

"What's cooking, Sammoose? You look insulted." Gabriel asked.
Sam's cheeks dusted pink and he grumbled.
"Dean called my car a bucket of bolts..."
"Aaaawwww!" Gabe cooed and hugged Sam over the backrest.
Sam's cheeks lit up this time, but he didn't pull free.
"He's not wrong, Sammykins, but it wasn't nice of him. His is older, so his should be the bucket of bolts..."
That had Dean up in arms. Nobody downtalked his Baby!

"Hey! At least mine doesn't need a frikken computermanual to be repaired."
Cas looked from one to the other and shook his head slowly.
"Gabriel... wasn't it gezellig until now? I'd like to keep it that way. We're doomed to another day in eachother's company." he stated and handed over Gabe's phone.
Gabe looked at it, but Dean saw he didn't open his messages.
"YAY! More free time! You're right! Cassie. Let's keep it gezellig."

Sam looked at Dean, Dean shrugged.
"What does that mean? It sounded like you got phlegm stuck in your throat..." Sam asked.
Which caused Gabriel to giggle uncontrolably, but Cas explained in that patient air he had.
"Gezellig is the coziness, comfort and warmth of being at home, or being together with friends or loved ones, sharing time in a pleasant and nice atmosphere."
Dean smirked at the preciseness of it.
"Sounds like you had to explain that before..." he chuckled.

"You have no idea..." came the dry reply, which renewed Gabe's giggling fit.
"Seriously, Gabriel? One should think you were used to it by now..." Cas sighed.
Slowly, hiccupping, Gabe resurfaced, tears streaking his face.
"Nope. Never will get old, Cassie. You're so funny!"
Cas blinked his deep blue eyes a few times.
"I don't intend to be..." he said, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Howling with laughter, Gabriel sank back to the floor.
"That's the beauty of it, little bro! Ohohoh... stohohooop. You're killing me!"

Biting back his own chuckles, Dean put his hand on Cas' shoulder.
"It's ok, Cas. I think the sugar high is hitting its peak. He did eat all those jellybeans..."
Nodding, Cas eyed his brother.
"And the red rope, and those suckers... really, Gabriel, you should watch that."
Gabriel was saved from commenting by his phone playing 'Sugar sugar' from the Archies.

"Oma! Hoe gaat het?" he all but yodeled.
Dean tried to ignore the call, but it was in Dutch, which he found intrigueing.
"Ja, ik ben bij Castiël. Mijn stomme Duitse wagentje besloot niet te starten.
Hmhm. Lekker hoor. Dank u.
Ja, morgen ook nog. Bent u ook veilig? Ok.
Ja, doe ik... neeee dat doe ik niet... ok. Dag oma. Ik ook van u."

Amused, Cas shook his dark head. Dean took that as a sign that he could follow the conversation.
"Dude, what was that all about?" he whispered.
"I gather that oma wanted to know if he was safe, asked him if I had shared the pie, if he was still off tomorrow and that she told him to say Hi to me." was the soft answer.
"Almost on the nose, brother dearest! She also asked me to give you a kiss..." Gabe smirked.

"Gabriel, dat geloof ik niet. Wat zei ze?" Cas bit out sharply.
The fact that Cas lapsed into nearly flawless Dutch, took Dean by surprise.
"Ok, ok. Ze vroeg me om te zorgen dat je hem eindelijk zou zoenen." came Gabriel's answer in equally smooth Dutch, accompanied by twinkling eyes.
A furious blush rose on Cas' cheeks.
"Dat zijn jullie zaken niet!" snapped Cas back and he quickly stood.

"Sam, Dean. Excuse me." he said, voice straining to be polite.
"I will be in my room."
Flabbergasted, the Winchesters watched him climb the stairs regally.
"Gabe, Dude... what the Hell?" Dean asked, worried about his friend.
Gabriel bit his lip, the look in his eyes uncharacteristicly guilty.
"I think you might want to see if he's ok..." Gabe all but whispered.
"Oma and I might have overstepped our bounds a bit..."

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Dutch to English translations:
Oma! Hoe gaat het? - Nanna! How are you?
Ja, ik ben bij Castiël. - Yes I'm at Castiël's
Mijn stomme Duitse wagentje besloot niet te starten. - my silly little German car wouldn't start
Lekker hoor. Dank u. - Nommy. Thank you.
Ja, morgen ook nog. Bent u ook veilig? Ok. - Yes, tomorrow too. Thank you, are you safe too?
Ja, doe ik... - Yes, I will...
neeee dat doe ik niet... - noooo, I won't...
Dag oma. - Bye Nanna
Ik ook van u. - Love you too
dat geloof ik niet. - I don't believe that
Wat zei ze? - what did she say?
Ze vroeg me om te zorgen dat je hem eindelijk zou zoenen. - She asked me to get you to finally kiss him.

Dat zijn jullie zaken niet! - That's none of your business!