"So... Dean-o. You gonna tell me what that comment was back there? About stuffing Sam with meat?" Gabriel demanded, after licking his dessert plate clean.
Sam snorted and almost spit out his beer.
"Excuse me?" Cas said, placing his spoon on his plate with care.
Dean and Cis chuckled, sending eachother small smirks.
"Oma was asking me if Sam was a vegetarian, so I told her I had stuffed him with enough meat to know he wasn't."
Sam was grinning to his plate, not saying anything.
Cas blinked owlishly and Gabriel gaped.
"What?" Dean asked, looking around innocently. Then things started to click.

"Oh my God! You guys! For once it wasn't a double entendre! When we were kids, I took care of Sammy most of the time. I cooked him dinner! Made sure he ate his veggies, and got his proteins. Geez!"
That was enough for Sam. He threw his head back and laughed heartily.
"Oh my God. You should've seen your faces! Gabe, sugarbear... are you turning green on me?"
Breathing an annoyed huff, Gabriel crossed his arms.

"Well, all this innuendo was fun, but now I need to know. Why were you the one making sure Sam at all his veggies? Where was your mom?" Cis interupted.
Dean sighed and Sam poked at a scrap of pudding on his plate.
Finally, Dean spoke, voice soft, eyes on the table in a million mile stare
"Mom was... gone. House fire. I was four, Sammy just six months. Dad... Well, he just couldn't take it. He dragged Sam and me across the country, convinced there was someone responsible for mom's death, and he would find her. We grew up living in motelrooms, fending for ourselves. Dad dropped us off at Uncle Bobby's sometimes, and those were the times we almost got to put down roots. Only Dad would drag us off before they really settled. Last time he did that, I threw a tantrum. We had been here for more than a year. I was doing fine in highschool, Sam too."

His green eyes flicked towards Cas, signalling what he couldn't yet tell.
'I'd just met Cas. And I was afraid he'd get hurt if I wasn't there to beat up the bullies.'
Cis' sharp eyes followed Dean's quick glance.
"And you were interested in someone here?" she shrewdly asked.
Dean rubbed his neck.
"Not interested perse, but ehm... someone did catch my eye. But I also had my friends here, as did Sam. Anyway, after Dad uprooted us again, I started planning to get us a stable place. Bobby helped me, and after a while we could move in with him. I got my GED, so I could start working for him and others, to make some money, assuring he didn't have to carry all the costs."

Cis leaned back, her lips pressed together.
"Would that be old Bobby Singer? From the junkyard?"
When Sam and Dean confirmed that it was, she whooped and clapped her hands.
"I knew he was an old teddybear! You can grouse and grump at me all you want, but if your heart is pure, I can tell."
Sam smirked at Cas, hazel eyes twinkling.
"You were so right, Cas. They know of eachother at least." he asessed.
Cas chuckled and Gabriel finally relaxed.
"Don't tell me... you had to have your Mini Cooper fixed?" Gabe asked, grinning.
Dean gaped and slapped his thigh.
"That little monster was yours, oma? The little, classic, ochre Mini. The one that looked like a kitten but roared like a tiger."

Cis nodded, a proud twinkle to her eyes.
"Yes it is. He is still running. I guess I have you to thank for that?"
Dean grinned widely and nodded once.
"It was my pleassure, oma. Boy, did he surprise me when I drove him around to see if the new distributor cap was working properly. That little guy is a beast!"
Cis chuckled, and Gabriel joined her.
"You should see her driving... Oma hates dawdlers with a passion!"
Cis huffed and crossed her arms.
"I have better things to do than wait until they want to stop fiddling with their radio and punch the gas!"
That caused an outburst of laughter.

"But really, Dean. I am sorry about your parents. I have to say, you did a great job with Sam. I think you two are amazing, and I'm glad my boys found you."
Gabriel spluttered in protest, but Cas smiled softly.
"Thank you, oma." he said, placing his hand on her arm.
"I am glad I found Dean too. And I'm sure once Gabriel gets over his tantrum, he will tell you he is happy with Sam."
Gabriel kept spluttering, but Sam raised an eyebrow at him and his protests bled out.
Sam smiled warmly and tuned to Cis.
"I agree, Cis. You did a great job with these two as well. Thank you. And Gabe, I'm happy to be with you. I'm sure Dean and Cas knew about us, so no news there. Although..."
He side-eyed his brother.
"I'm happily surprised to find Dean has gotten his head out of his ass. When did this happen, you two?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam.
"Shut up, bitch." he started, but Cis clapped him up the back of his head.
"Taalgebruik! I mean: language!" she snapped in a true grandmotherly way.
Sam smirked and mouthed a 'Jerk' at Dean when Cis was looking the other way.
"Sam," Cis said, earnestly. "I demand you call me oma too. I told Dean to do it as well. Dean..." A steely glare froze him. "...You apologise to Sam, and answer his question."
Dean bit his lip, but answered.
"Yes ma'am. Sorry, Sam. And Cas and I... we... uhn. You guys..."
Cas shook his head in resignation.
"I got this, Dean. We went to the bar, to watch a local band, on the last friday of my vacation. Dean got a little... enthousiastic with the drinks. So I drove us home in his Baby."

Sam stopped him right there. "He let you drive?! In his car?! Dean..."
Dean glared at him, glanced at Cis, who was looking at them all in turn, and mouthed a quiet 'bitch' at him while she looked at Cas.
Sam smirked, mouthed 'Jerk' back, and waved his hands to urge Cas on.
"Yes... so I drove us home, and when we get inside, Dean, who is quite cuddly when inibriated, asked if he could keep me, and proceded to kiss me."
Gabriel had his chin in his hands and doe eyes.
"Awwww. Dean-o! I never knew you could be romantic!" he cooed, heaving a big sigh.
Sam chuckled, but bit his lip.
"I'm happy for you guys... I really am. Dean... I almost never say this, but I love you man. And I say you deserve this."

Dean turned beetroot but hugged his sasquatch brother tightly.
"Ditto, Sammy. Ditto."