As if saying their names had been a summoning spell, the scullery door flew open and Gabe dashed in, followed in a more sedate way by Sam.
"Morning guys! Thought we'd... are we interupting something?" Gabe asked, head tilted.
Sam chuckled and pushed past him to hug his brother and clap Cas on the shoulder.
"Shut up, Gabe. Hi guys. Gabe and I wanted to see that Castiël's vacation went out with a bang."
Gabriel shrewdly eyed their position on the sofa and smirked.
"Are we too late for that?" he asked innocently.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the manipulative little guy and didn't say a word.
Cas merely raised an eyebrow and smoothly changed the subject.
"No, but you have impeccable timing. We were wondering what happened the night of the big blizzard."
Sam looked at Gabriel, who full on grinned and launched into the story.
"Well, for starters, my Beetle didn't start, so I started walking. I was well on my way to freezing my toes off, when Sam-a-lam here pulls up and orders me to 'get in you damned fool, or you'll get frostbite on your ass.' I barely got warmed up, when his fancy-schmancy car dies too. Then you two knuckleheads don't answer our texts, so we decided to get overhere before we turn into two sexy snowmen. By the way, Sammich, did I ever tell you I'm glad you're so tall? He got that spare key in no time!"
Sam smiled and ducked his head, trying to hide his blush.
Gabe winked at him and rambled on.
"Imagine the shock we get when we step into the room! You two were out cold, an almost empty bottle of grade A booze next to you. Looked cozy too, didn't they, Samshine?"
Chuckling, Sam nodded.
"Yeah... Cas, you were clinging to Dean like an octopus, but you, Dean, you were about as bad. We had to physically pry your arm from around Cas' shoulders before we could hoist you up. You were slurring that it was nice and warm. Oh, and you kept telling me you loved me."
Dean facepalmed, not believing his bad luck. Of all the things to happen... If their brothers hadn't interfered, he and Cas could've been together weeks before.
"Yeah, and Cassie, pal, I know I'm an amazing big brother, but I'm not one for smooches from you. Others may smooch me all they want." Gabriel gast a quick glance at Sam, who smiled and ducked his head.
"But not you, ok. You're one affectionate drunk, baby brother!"
Looking up through his lashes, Dean saw Cas blush furiously.
"Can I just die right away?" Dean groaned, hiding in his palms.
"No. No way, Dean. We will face this together... This is most embarrassing!" Cas added, copying Dean's move.
Sam and Gabe, the bastards, burst out in hearty guffaws.
Having their brothers hanging out, wasn't exactly what Dean had thought would happen today, but he was pretty ok with it.
Gabe and Sam were awesome guys, and the four of them had a ball, every time.
Today, Gabe came bearing gifts.
"Cassie, Sam and I popped over at oma's before coming over. Look what she got from Auntie Gemma."
He produced a sealed paper bag, seemingly out of thin air.
Cas grinned and decided that was on the menu for tonight.
Dean was a bit apprehensive.
Bearing the pannenkoeken dinner in mind, he pulled Cas aside in the kitchen.
"Cas... is this something like pannenkoeken?" he asked in hushed tones.
Cas beamed at him, before checking the fridgefor ingredients.
"It is the same batter, only for poffertjes, we will need the special skillet."
He turned his head and shouted towards the livingroom.
"Gabriel! We are low on both eggs and milk!"
Gabe shouted an affermative and soon he strode past, pulling a struggling Sam along.
"Don't worry, brother. Sammoose and I will provide. Need butter and powdered sugar too?"
Cas hummed, while Sam shot a flustered Dean a pleading look.
"Better bring some, Gabriel. Thank you."
Gabe gave the two fingered salute and dragged Sam further to the scullery.
"But Gabe... I really..." Sam protested.
Gabe shit him up by kissing him on the lips.
Blushing like a neonsign, Sam followed Gabriel willingly.
"Huh... did you see that coming, Dean?" Cas asked, once their brothers had left.
Dean scratched behind his ear and chuckled awkwardly.
"Kinda... I saw they were interested in eachother... Had to talk Sam out of a 'oh-God-am-I-gay' freakout about it." he admitted.
Cas nodded, then smirked.
"Do you think they know about us?"
Dean smiled too, then kissed those sweet lips.
"Don't know, angel, but it will bring different family dynamics once we all get how serious we are with eachother."
Cas placed both his hands on Dean's hips and pulled him closer.
"Are you serious about us, Dean?" he asked softly, looking up at him through those thick lashes.
Heart glowing, Dean looked down into those blue eyes and sighed happily.
"Like a heartattack, Cas. I'm never letting this go."
He hugged Cas close and kissed him.
Cas opened his mouth with a sigh and Dean slipped his tongue in, revelling in the fact that this was so easy now.
Cas never turned his head away, claiming 'it wasn't the best of timing', nor did he push Dean away. He always gave him at least a peck.
Lisa had done both from the get-go, and Dean had been hurt every time.
"Dean... Dean? Are you ok?" Cas asked, tilting his head in that puppydog way.
Dean smiled warmly and pulled him back in.
"Aces, Cas."
Cas smiled and booped his nose.
"Ok. Then let's get ready to make poffertjes. They are not as easy as pancakes, but we got time."
After kissing Cas on the temple, Dean let go.
"Allright, chef, what's the plan?" he said enthousiastically.
When the scullery door banged open, Dean didn't even look up.
He was examining the 'poffertjespan'. A kind of skillet, with round dents in it.
"Hey, Dean-o! Don't tell me you will be making these nommy babies." Gabriel called, dropping two bags on the breakfast bar.
"Gabriel... I needed eggs and milk... Maybe sugar and butter. What in the Universe have you bought?"
Gabe started unpacking with a grin, while Sam just sat down and shook his head.
"Lemme see... eggs, check. Milk, check. Butter, check. Powdered sugar..."
He pulled out three containers. "...check. Then... icecream... vanilla, check. Pecan, check. Chunky monkey, check. Rocky road... check. And for my Sammykins... Moosetracks!"
He pulled out the last carton with a flourish and plonked it in front of Sam.
Sam hid his face with his giant hand, but Dean knew he was blushing happily and grinning like a bobcat.
"I guess you wanted to be sure we had dessert, huh, brother?" Cas said sarcastically, picking up the Moosetracks.
"Pretty much, but the other bag is full of fruits and veggies." Gabe admitted.
He shuddered theatrically and pushed it away with one finger.
"Don't be such a baby, Gabe." Sam said, corners of his mouth still curled up.
"I'm making a fruit salad. I will eat the icecream, but with a side of fruit." he claimed proudly.
Cas chuckled and pulled the second bag closer to peer in it.
"Ooh! Mango? And pears, and pineapple! Mmmm, Sam, mind if I ask you to make me some too?" he asked, throwing in a puppy look.
"EW! Cassie! I'm ashamed to call you my brother!" Gabe yelped.
Sam smiled warmly and told Cas of course.
Breathing a happy sigh, Dean sat down on a stool and smiled.
Life was pretty good.