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“What’s that?”
Dean turned around and frowned at his brother. “What the hell, Sammy? You’ve never seen a picnic blanket?”
“I know what it is,” Sam grumbled. “It’s just… We don’t do picnics.”
“We don’t?” Dean glared at him. “Then what do you call beer and takeout at a picnic spot after a hunt?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “That’s different and you know it. Where did you even get that?”
Dean grinned. “Bought it. Last time I got groceries. It’s awesome, isn’t it?”
He caressed the soft fabric and stifled a sigh at the feeling. No need to embarrass himself in front of his little brother.
“Why?” Sam asked, and Dean closed his eyes to keep himself from lashing out.
He took a deep breath before facing his brother again. “Why would I buy a picnic blanket? You’re the genius of the family. Figure it out.”
Sam huffed. “We’ve never—”
“Oh, stop it, Sammy. Ain’t I allowed nice things? Or just a little fun?”
His brother gaped at him, and Dean sighed.
“Who are you?” Sam’s eyes turned into slits while his hand slowly moved towards his gun. “And what have you done with my brother?”
“Seriously, Sam?” Dean snapped, but before he could go on, Cas walked into the war room.
Dean’s heartbeat shot up, and he couldn’t help the big smile that spread over his face.
“Do you think that’s everything?” Cas asked and lifted a picnic basket onto the map table. “Hello, Sam,” he said before focusing back on Dean.
Ignoring his brother, Dean opened the lid and grinned. “Looks perfect, sunshine. Can’t wait to try the pie.”
He winked at his best friend and grabbed the blanket to stuff it into the basket, though he was careful not to squash its contents. It would be a shame if he messed up the pumpkin pecan pie before being able to taste it.
When he was done, Dean tightened his grip on the basket’s handle, even though he would have preferred to take Cas’ hand and let his angel carry their provisions instead. However, they had agreed to keep a low profile. Sam would find out soon enough anyway. Especially since Dean doubted he could keep his hands to himself for much longer. After all, Cas was just tempting. Always had been, but now…
“Wait. What?” Sam cried out when Dean moved towards the stairs with Cas following close behind. “You’re having a picnic? With Cas?”
Dean grinned. “Damn right. You got a problem with that?”
For a moment, Sam seemed to be too stunned to find words. While his mouth opened and closed, he trailed his eyes from Dean to Cas and back.
“Cas doesn’t eat,” he finally stated.
“So what?” Dean shrugged and smirked at his brother. “That leaves more pie for me.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” Sam argued, and the pout on his face reminded Dean of their childhood.
“Oh, dammit,” Dean snapped. He let the basket slide to the floor and turned around. Cas’ eyes widened in surprise, but his angel nodded when Dean grabbed his lapels and pulled him towards him.
Somewhere far away, Dean heard Sam gasp, but as soon as his lips met Cas’ the world around them vanished. Only his angel remained. Cas swallowed Dean’s little whimper and slung his arms around him, pulling him close and holding him tight.
When they eventually parted, Dean felt shaky, but Cas’ hand on his shoulder steadied him while the swoosh in his ears subsided.
Slowly, Dean faced his brother again. Sam was staring at them. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere else but in the war room.
“Surprise,” Dean said with a smirk. “And if you have a problem—”
Sam blinked and shook his head. “No problem,” he rasped. Whatever else he had planned to say was drowned by a cough.
“Jeez, I didn’t see that coming,” Sam stated, still out of breath when he finally caught himself.
“Are we now allowed to have our picnic?” Dean asked and pulled Cas closer.
As he nuzzled Cas’ neck, Sam raised his hands in defence and retreated. “Yeah, fine. Have a picnic. Just… leave me out of it.”
Dean laughed. “We hadn’t planned to invite you anyway, bitch.”
“Jerk,” Sam shot back. “And congrats. I’m happy for you.”
“So are we.” Smiling, Dean turned to Cas and pulled him closer.
Their picnic might have to wait just a little bit longer.