When Dean came downstairs the next day, he was surprised to find his brother on the sofa, snoring slightly, and no-one else there. Shrugging, he went into the kitchen, got the coffee maker going and started to make another lazy breakfast.
This time he made French toast and fresh orange juice.
He was plating the second to last bit of toast, when Sam came shuffling in, hair toussled and eyes still half shut.
"Mornin', Dean. What time is it?"
Watching his baby brother run a hand through his locks, having them fall back in a flawless do without the aid of a brush, Dean smiled warmly.
"Just past nine. Breakfast is almost done."

Yawning, Sam sank on a stool at the breakfast bar.
"Late night last night, Sammy?" Dean teased as he slid a mug of coffee over to him.
Sam's bitchface was halfassed, because he just took his first sip of coffee.
"Mmm. Shut up."
Dean chuckled and flipped his toast.
"Don't tell me you didn't at least kiss him." he asked, a bit exasperated. "Geez. I thought you had your freakout sorted..."
Sam just sipped again.
"Aw, Sam... come on, bud." Dean encouraged him.

"Shut up, Dean. I can't tell you unless you shut up, can I?"
With a snap, Dean closed his mouth.
Sam hummed and took another big sip.
"Hm. So, I carry him to his room, and he's still struggling, but not very hard."
Dean grinned as he plated the last toast. He'd been right about that then.
"When I dropped him on the bed... Geez, Dean, you should've seen him... he was flushed and his eyes were shooting fire. So hot. So, before he could start yelling at me some more, I shut him up."
Seeing the amused smirk and raised eyebrows on his brother, Sam grinned.
"Yeah... by putting my mouth on his. You got it."

Dean swallowed his coffee and his smirk turned into a grin.
"That's my boy! And?"
Sam licked his lips, trying to hide the triumphant grin that was forming.
"He was surprised, but soon got the idea. He's one Hell of a kisser, by the way. The things he does with his tongue..."
Dean clapped his hands over his ears. "Ooohhhkeeeyyyy. That's it. I hit my limit on details. Lalala!"

Sam snorted in his coffee.
"You child."
Then he turned serious and grabbed one of his brother's hands between his.
"Thanks, De..." he intoned.
Dean smiled warmly at him.
"You're welcome, Sammy. Any time..."
It seemed that was as emotional was he was willing to be, because his next words were: "So? Made out, or..."
Sam pushed his shoulder.
"Just made out. You know me. I don't put out that easily."

They drank their coffee in companionable silence, until a sleepy sounding voice came from the livingroom.
"Is that French toast I smell? Hmm, Cassie you're ama..."
The snap with which Gabriel closed his mouth, sounded loud in the silent kitchen.
Dean raised his coffee at him.
"Morning, Gabe. Cas ain't up yet... so I guess I'm amazing, huh?" he quipped.
Gabriel swallowed hard and his cheeks lit up. His eyes were taking in all of sleepy Sam.
"You brush your hair before breakfast, Sammich? Geez."

Dean chugged the last of his coffee and clapped Gabe on the shoulder.
"Nope. He doesn't even own a brush."
Gabe's head snapped around to him.
"Wait, what? I don't believe you!"
Dean tilted his head at Sam, who sighed and nodded resignedly. Dean walked over to his brother and wildly ruffled both hands through Sam's hair, making it stick out everywhere.
Sam rolled his eyes and pulled his hands through the mess once, without even snagging them.
When he was done, his hair was flawless once again.

Gabriel gaped.
"No way... That's not fair! I was polite with you being tall, I can deal with you being handsome... but perfect hair? Damn you to Hell!"
Dean burst out laughing, while Sam ducked his head to hide his pleased grin.
"That's my baby brother, Gabe. You'll get used to it."
Gabriel huffed and sat down crossily.
"And you? You got any amazing qualities Cassie and I need to know of? You don't need to work out, because you are just simply this muscled?"
Dean sniggered and stroked his slight pudge.
"Well..." he started, but Gabriel slapped his hand on the bar.
"You Winchesters! Not only do you hit the jackpot for handsomeness, but you get all the good perks too!"

When Cas' gravelly voice rang out, Dean snapped his head around.
"Oh Gabriel, quit whining. You're the one who can gorge himself on mainly sugar, and not gain an ounce. Or develop diabetes."
Dean got to his feet and grabbed plates and silverware.
"Morning sunshine. You sleep ok?" he asked semi-casual.
The bright smile Cas sent him, warmed his whole being.
"Exceptionally, thank you, Dean. And now you have made breakfast."
Handing out plates with French toast, Dean ducked his head a bit.
"Just thought y'all might like to sleep in a bit." he mumbled softly.

"And I'm sure we all appreciate it very much." Cas replied warmly.
His glance towards his brother didn't go unnoticed.
Cheeks bulging, Gabriel tried to agree with Cas, spraying French toast.
Sam chuckled and silently handed him a napkin.
One massive gulp later, Gabe could speak.
"Yeah. This is great French toast. Castiël...?" He eyed his brother carefully.
"Are we good?"

Cas sighed as he cut a corner of his toast.
"Yes, Gabriel. We are fine. I overreacted, but you were out of line, and I gathered from Dean.."
A fond smile got sent to Dean, making him blush deeper.
"... that you know it too. Just don't. Ok?"
Gabriel dropped his chin on his chest.
"I know... sorry Cassie."
He sounded like a scolded child, and Dean noticed Sam rubbing the goldenhaired man's back.
"Zand erover, broer." Cas said with a warm smile.
Gabe instantly brightened and dug into his plate with renewed vigour.
The Winchesters smiled at eachother, glad the Novaks were ok.

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Translation
Zand erover, broer. - water under the bridge, brother. (No it's not litteral. It is a saying. If you translate litterally, it says 'sand over it'. Oh well, semantics, huh)