Dean started trembling and sight and sound were fading out, when two arms caught him.
"Dean... Dean... stay with us. Come on. No need to faint... she's gone..."
Dean heard it on the edge of his consciousness, but it didn't register.
"Cassie! Shit... help me. The baffoon eats too many burgers, I swear!"
Other arms took him over and a beloved, gravelly voice cut in.
"Dean. Enough of this. I know it was emotionally wrecking, but stay with it. We need to get home."
Cas. Dean fought his way up through the darkness.
"Cas? Wha?"
His head was thumping.
"Finally. You scared us, Dean. Don't do that." Cas sounded relieved and Dean blinked to focus on those blue eyes.
"Hey there, bucko. Did you eat at all today?" Gabe's golden eyes swam into view next to Cas' blue ones.
"Breakfast..." Dean managed.
A displeased frown furrowed both Cas and Gabe's brow.
"You muttonhead! Cassie, get him home. And he isn't allowed behind the wheel."
Dean closed his eyes again.
Hands patted him down, fished his keys from his pocket and disappeared.
"Damnit, Gabe." Dean growled. "I can drive."
A scornfull scoff made clear what Gabe thought about that statement.
"Of course you can. And I can poledance..." came the sarcastic answer.
Dean chuckled, a naughty thought popping up.
"I bet Sam would love to see that..." he teased.
A pat on his shoulder.
"If your mind goes there, you'll be ok... but still not driving!" Gabe grinned.
Cas was back. His warm arms helped Dean up.
He finally opened his green eyes and the world didn't swim.
"Dean! You fool, why didn't you eat?"
Wearily, Dean swiveled his head towards the anxious voice.
"Hiya, Sammy. 'M ok now. Cas 'n Gabe helped. Cas 'sgonna drive me home."
Gabe suddenly sounded all calm and reassuring.
"He'll live, Samshine. He just got an earfull from the hellbitch. On top of his skipping lunch, I think that just drained him."
Dean could sense Sam relaxing next to him.
"Thanks Gabe. We owe you."
From the corner of his eye, Dean saw Gabriel duck his head.
"Naah. Dean-o promised to cook all of us dinner, didn'tcha, bucko?"
Dean nodded, glad the world stayed stable.
"Yeah... Gabe said you'd be there, Sammy. You up for pork tenderloin with fries and a cucumbersalad? Cas is making the salad."
Chuckling, Sam shook his head.
"You two... always thinking with your stomach. I'm in."
Grunting, Dean pulled free from Cas, even though he didn't want to.
"Good. Let's get our collective asses home. Cas, you'd better not scratch Baby."
Cas blinked, but his mouth curled up ever so slightly.
"Of course, Dean."
The pie was gone, and the last crumbs of crust were licked from the corners of Dean's mouth.
"Mmm. Good eats, guys. Dean-o... Superb pumpkinpie! Where'd you get it?" Gabe asked, licking his fingers.
Stretching and patting his stomach, Dean smirked.
"From scratch. Mom's special recipe, right Sam?"
Helping Cas clear the table, Sam nodded.
"Yeah. Dean's first pie ever was this one. But the salad was surprisingly good too. For one with only three ingredients."
Cas dipped his head slightly in aknowledgement.
"Thank you. That one is oma's. Quick and easy."
Gabe got to his feet with a bound.
"Well, since you two made dinner, Sammich and I can do the dishes. Right?"
Seeing the pleased blush on Sam's face, Dean didn't protest and pulled Cas along to the sofa.
"That's great, guys! Thanks! Cas, we're gonna set up a movie. Family movienight! Haven't had one in ages."
Cas struggled lightly.
"Dean... I really think we should..."
Bringing his mouth righ next to Cas' ear, Dean whispered.
"Cas... look at them... they're aching to be alone, like together-alone... and I like that idea too."
With that adorable confused headtilt, Cas eyed up both their brothers.
"Oh... oh! Movienight... great idea, Dean. We shall sort out the movie discussion before we start. Yes. Great plan."
Dean chuckled.
"Cas... you're babbling." he teased.
A blush shot up Cas' cheeks, as he clearly remembered the last time Dean said that to him.
His cerulean eyes shot to Dean's and Dean could see the pupils blow out.
They scarpered to the livingroom and stumbled onto the sofa in a heap of tangled limbs and warm kisses.
"Hm. De..Dean... the movie... we don't know... how long... we got." Cas managed between kisses.
Seeing Cas' point, Dean grabbed something from the side table.
He held it up for inspection.
"How did we ever get 'Brave'?" Cas sniggered.
Smothering the giggles with his mouth, Dean put the DVD back on the table.
"Don't downtalk Merida. That girl is badass!"
Cas kept giggling and pulled Dean back in.
"Then I will have to watch, don't I? That was easy."
He stared into Dean's eyes, a twinkle in his own.