Take The Heart I Never Wanted to Give

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It took Dean and Cas longer than they had planned to get downstairs. Dean's injury slowed him down significantly and zapped most of his energy. The two were on the last flight of stairs that led to the main hallway, Castiel traveled by Dean's side, far enough away to allow the omega room enough to travel down the stairs on his own but close enough to assist him if he asked. The sound of footsteps alerted them both, their attention focused behind them to see Sam and Gabriel descending down the stairs, laughing softly at something the other said. The two paused in their conversation, spotting Dean and Castiel.

"I thought you two were already downstairs," Dean said as the two caught up to them.

Sam and Gabriel shared a brief look, both shrugging dismissively. "We were tired. We just stayed in bed a bit longer and relaxed," Sam said.

Dean and Castiel both narrowed their eyes at their siblings, the unmistakable scent of sex, poorly masked with water and scented soap, flooding their nostrils.

"What?" Sam and Gabriel asked defensively.

"Nothing," Castiel and Dean replied, both feigning innocence.

Sam glared at his brother, he knew that Dean knew what they had done last night, the silent threat that he wouldn't be afraid to punch him if he said anything clear in his eyes. "Let's just go and get some breakfast," Sam grumbled out, taking Gabriel's hand as they both passed Dean and Castiel.

"Hey, Gabe," Dean called out, "we've got cushioned chairs if you need them."

Gabriel turned around and gave Dean a funny look. "What for?"

Sam's head whipped around, eyes narrowed dangerously at Dean. "Don't you dar--"

"You're just walking a little funny is all," Dean continued nonchalantly, ignoring Sam's warning. Castiel let out a small snort, hiding his building laughter behind one of his hands.

Gabriel caught on immediately and flipped them both the bird, Sam let out an annoyed groan next to him.

"You both suck," Sam said, a displeased look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I had to!" Dean said through fits of laughter.

Sam gave him a withering glare until a familiar scent hit his nose, an instant idea for revenge popping up in his head.

"You know what...it's all good," Sam said taking a step down the stairs. "You'll pay for it later anyway."

Dean gave him an amused look, crossing his arms challengingly over his chest. "And how's that?"

Sam smirked and whispered something to Gabriel, the omega's lips spreading into a wide grin. "When you miss out on eating any Benny's French toast!" Sam exclaimed. He quickly bent over, Gabriel hopping on his back, the both of them taking off down the stairs.

The smirk on Dean's face fell immediately and turned into one of adjacent to horror. "Sam, you son of a bitch! That's not fucking fair!" Dean yelled.

Castiel walked down the stairs to stand in front of Dean and quickly bent over. "Hop on, we might catch them!"

Dean quickly, but carefully, climbed onto Castiel's back, the both of them taking off after Sam and Gabriel.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING FRENCH TOAST, SAM!" Dean bellowed.

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Lucifer lifted his head tiredly from the large dining table, bright red jam smeared across his lips and stuck in his hair, a look of confusion on his face. "You all heard that too right?"

Michael blinked dazedly and took a large bite out of the piece of hard-boiled egg in his hand. "All I heard was something about 'fucking french toast.'" He popped the rest of the egg in his mouth, picking up his glass and taking a long swig of orange juice.

John and Naomi quietly continued to eat their French toast, if either of them heard the bellowing voice outside, they chose to ignore it.

Lucifer just stared at the door for a few more minutes before shrugging and laying his head back down, away from the saucer of jam. Benny had come up from the kitchen, fresh platters of French toast and sausage links in both hands.

The door to the dining hall suddenly swung open with a loud bang, Sam with Gabriel on his back dashing in quickly. Lucifer startled with a yelp and fell out of his chair, Michael spit out his orange juice, hacking and coughing, John and Naomi jumped in surprise, both sporting twin incredulous looks, and Benny nearly dropped the platters, swearing something in French.

Sam paused briefly, allowing Gabriel to get off his back before he ran towards Benny. "Benny! Give me that French toast!" Sam shouted.

Benny stared at him in alarm, the plate of French toast in his hand balanced carefully between the inside of his arms. Before he could say anything, the door burst open again revealing Castiel and a pissed Dean Winchester. All eyes deviated between looking at Sam and Cas with Dean.

"Benny! Don't give him that French toast!" Dean yelled.

Sam cursed loudly, snatched the French toast from a stunned Benny, and took off down the opposite end of the dining table. Before Sam could get far, John stood up calmly and shouted both their names.

Sam paused instantly, looking back towards John along with Dean who was still on Castiel's back.

"I'm glad to see you all well rested and full of energy," John started, a brief smile appearing on his lips before it returned to a pseudo frown. "But I'd like to speak with you all."

The light hearted atmosphere from earlier was swept out of the room as quickly as it had came, wary looks on the faces of the newly mated pairs.

John sighed, clasping his hands together. "I believe we'll have much to discuss."