Dean was home early from a slack day at the salvage, and decided he could take a bath before Cas would get home. The wind was still icy cold, and had cut through every layer of clothing Dean wore.
He'd just gotten out and put on his boxers, when the doorbell rang.
Cussing under his breath, Dean quickly slipped on a fresh T-shirt, jeans and plaid button-up, before running downstairs.
In that short time, the doorbell had rung twice more.
With a frown, Dean pulled open the door.
"He he... dat mocht eens tijd wor...den..."
The 5'9" old lady on the porch turned and her sentence faded off.
Dean gulped. This must be the formidable oma Novak, because that was Dutch.
"Hello. Do come in Mrs. Novak. I'm..." Dean started, but the feisty old lady cut in.
"You must be Dean. Well, you're polite enough." she said bluntly as she walked past.
Remembering all the lessons Bobby had drilled into his skull, Dean offered to take her coat.
"Ooh. And a gentleman too, thank you kindly, young man."
She smiled at him, her grey-green eyes twinkling like Gabriel's could.
"Your daddy must be proud." she stated, her Dutch accent only ever so lightly audible.
Dean felt he liked the old lady.
"Sorry, ma'am... I wouldn't know. My surrogate father, grumpy old coot, does say he is at times."
Cas' oma laughed, her laugh warm and hearty.
"Oh, I like you, Dean... you're not too scared to be yourself! You and my Castiël (she pronounced it Kahs-teeyel) are peas in a pod!"
He couldn't help it, Dean smiled at her. She was such a great lady!
"I do hope so, Mrs. Novak. It does make life easier if we get along, doesn't it?"
Mrs. Novak tittered, managing to make it not sound weird, coming from an elderly lady like her.
"Oh, call me Cis. Mrs. Novak makes me feel old... or..." A calculating look crept into her eyes. "... are you and Castiël more than meets the eye? You are, aren't you?"
Dean gulped. How the Hell did she get that so soon? And... did she approve?
Cis chuckled lightly.
"Oh, jongens... don't you worry, Dean. I know about him being into men, and I don't mind. But..."
A hint of steel crept into her voice and Dean suddenly felt like a six year old, scolded for cussing. "... you must call me oma then! Come here you!"
She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head downwards and to the side, placing three kisses on his cheeks.
One left, one right, one left, then she hugged him tight.
"Welcome to my family, son. Don't you dare hurt my boy, though!"
Dean was floored. This lady was amazing!
"Cis..."
An eyebrow shot up in warning.
"I mean oma... you're awesome!"
Cis smiled and tapped his cheek.
"Oh ja... just what the doctor ordered." she muttered, picking up a plastic bag she'd brought and walking right through to the kitchen.
"So, Dean, my boy. What were you planning for dinner tonight?" Cis asked, pulling groceries out of the plastic bag with a practised ease.
"I... burgers?" Dean said, watching her move around like she owned the place.
Cis stopped to look at him.
"Well, since I invited Gabriel (again totally different pronounciation. Lot more phlegm sound.) to come over, and he said he would bring someone, I doubt you have enough. Besides, didn't you work today, Dean?"
Dean nodded, eyes growing a little wild as a bag of potatoes got dumped on the counter.
"Thought so. You have earned a bit of rest too. Sit that perky butt on a stool. I like company while I'm cooking. Just don't get in my way."
Watching Cis cook was amazing. She peeled potatoes in swift strokes, quartered them and dumped them in a big pan, filled with water.
"Dean, liefje... weet jij.. oh.. prut. Do you know who my Gabriel is bringing along?"
Dean smiled. Seemed Cis had already accepted him enough to start talking Dutch to him.
"My guess he's bringing Sammy. Yeah. I see you got green stuff? Lots of that. Sam is a veggisaurus."
That made Cis smile brightly.
"Oh good. I like people who eat their greens!"
She eyed the sack of unpeeled potatoes and mumbled under her breath.
"Vijf personen... mmm... anderhalve kilo.. ja. Heb ik dan genoeg boerenkool? En de worst moet dan maar één extra... je kan geen... oh!"
Her grey haired head shot up.
"Dean... did I hear you say Sam is vegetarian?"
Dean laughed at that.
"No ma'am. Far from it. The amount of meat I stuffed in that kid... no way!"
Cis turned to him, abandonning her potatoes for now.
"You what? How do you know this Sam?" she asked, eyes wide.
Before he could answer, the scullery door flew open and Gabe ran inside, flinging himself onto Cis with a shriek.
"Omaaaaa! Wat eten we? Oh... boerenkool! Met worst?"
Cis chuckled, hugging Gabe and giving him the same three kisses she had given Dean.
"Ja natuurlijk, gekkie. Anders eet jij het niet. Maar ik heb chipolatapudding toe. Zelfgemaakt."
Her hand rested lovingly on his head for a tick.
Gabe lit up and Dean chuckled at his joyful face.
Seeing Sam hover at the door, he winked.
"Cis... I mean... oma... meet Sam, my little brother." Dean said with a grin.
Cis turned to where Dean was looking and gasped.
"Grote goden...Die is langer dan Addy..."
She started at his feet and had to crook her neck to look at Sam's face.
"Little? As in younger, because, lieverd... wow! He is tall. Way taller than you."
She turned to Dean and grinned.
"That's because you stuffed him with meat, isn't it?"
Gabriel squawked, Sam blinked in surprise, and Dean burst out laughing.
"Dean-o? What the Hell?" Gabe managed.
Cis smacked him upside the head.
"Gabriel Eric Novak! Taalgebruik!" she scolded, her eyes sparking.
Cowed, Gabe rubbed his head, pouting.
"Sorry, oma. But what was that about meat and Samshine here?"
Sam shook his head and extended one of his large hands.
"Mrs. Novak, I'm Sam Winchester, Dean's younger brother."
Cis took him in, turned to Dean, then Gabe.
"Hmm. Yes. I see the resemblance, both super handsome. But in a different way though. Gabriel..." Her tone grew a little scolding again.
"Wees eerlijk. Is dit serieus? Grote broer hier verpulvert je als je slechts speelt."
Gabriel rubbed his neck, muttering "Oma..." under his breath.
Cis kissed him on the brow, then finally took Sam's hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Sam. You're so tall, bend over. I could barely reach Dean here. You're impossible!"
Frowning in confusion, Sam lowered his head a little.
Cis grabbed him, like she'd done Dean, and, smooch, smooch, smooch! Three kisses again, followed by a quick hug.
"I will tell you the same thing I told your gorgeous brother here...Welcome to my family, but don't you hurt my boy!"
Gabriel's cheeks were near incandecent by now.
Cis shook her head at him and prodded him in the side.
"Nou... aan de slag jongen! Schillen!" she said in a crisp tone, handing Gabe the peeling knife.
Cis had Dean setting the table, with a cloth and everything. Sam was on watch to make sure the potatoes and green stuff were boiling correctly, and Gabriel was doing the dishes with her.
"You just make sure it doesn't boil over, Sam. That's always such a mess!" Cis said in that crisp and direct tone.
Sam nodded at her and smiled.
"Cis, you're an awesome lady." Dean said, placing the last glasses.
With a smile, Cis pinched his cheek.
"Call me oma, please, and thank you. I like you and Sam too. You'll be good for my boys. Speaking off... Gabriel! When is Cas due home?"
Hearing the garage door slide closed, Dean coughed.
"Right about now, oma." he said with a smirk.
Sure enough, the front door opened and they could hear Cas put his stuff in the closet.
"Dean? Do I smell... kale?" came the gravelly voice, full of wonder.
"Verrassing, lieverd!" Cis called as Cas entered the kitchen.
"Oma! And Sam and Gabriel! What... why are you all here?" Cas exclaimed.
Cis gave Cas the three kiss greeting and ruffled his hair.
"I wanted my boys to have a hearty meal with this weather. So, kale mash! With 'rookworst' and gravy."
Cas smiled warmly at his oma and kissed her on the head.
"Of course. And you wanted to meet Dean. See who Gabriel has conned into living with his oddball brother, right?"
Cis frowned at him, putting her hands firmly on her hips.
"Castiël, you stop that right now! You're just perfect the way you are."
Dean nodded with a barely surpressed grin.
"Yeah, Cas. What she said." he intoned with a hint of steel, earning him an appreciative glance from Cis.
oooOooo oooOooo oooOooo
He he... dat mocht eens tijd wor...den... - Well that's about ti...me...
Oh, jongens...- oh boy
Dean, liefje... weet jij.. oh.. prut. - Dean, honey, do you know.. oh... fudge
Vijf personen... mmm... anderhalve kilo.. ja. Heb ik dan genoeg boerenkool? En de worst moet dan maar één extra... je kan geen... oh!- Five persons... mmm. A kilo and a half.. yes. Do I have enough kale? And we will have to add an extra saussage. You can't ... oh!
Omaaaaa! Wat eten we? Oh... boerenkool! Met worst?- Grannyyyyy! What's for dinner? Oh... kale! With saussage?
Ja natuurlijk, gekkie. Anders eet jij het niet. Maar ik heb chipolatapudding toe. Zelfgemaakt- Yes of course, silly. You won't eat it otherwise. But I have fruitpudding as dessert. Homemade
Grote goden...Die is langer dan Addy...- Great Gods! He is taller than Addy
lieverd- sweetheart, honey... (term of endearment)
Taalgebruik!- Language!
Wees eerlijk. Is dit serieus? Grote broer hier verpulvert je als je slechts speelt.- Be honest. Is this serious? Big brothers here will pulverise you if you're just playing.
Nou... aan de slag jongen! Schillen!- Well, hop to it, boy! Peel!
Verrassing, lieverd!-Surprise, dear! (Or sweetheart, honey, or whichever term you want)