Special Sauce (Destiel)

Epilogue

Domestic.

That was the word that came to mind, as Dean looked at the scene before him. Castiel was cooking, an apron around his waist. It was white, with bright pink ruffles around the sides, and the words "Kiss the Cook" embroidered neatly on the front. Gabriel had bought it for him as a joke, when Cas had announced his new hobby. Sam had tried to explain, on the day, that real men don't wear frilly aprons. Cas lifted the lid of the pot, to check on his roast. Dean blinked, then smiled. Real men were overrated.

He stood up, and wrapped his arms around Castiel's front. "Careful, Dean," Cas said, "You'll burn yourself". Dean smirked, and buried his face in the angel's neck.
"Well, you are pretty hot," he muttered, and left a kiss on his collarbone. Cas shook his head, and didn't reply. "What, I don't get a kiss?" Dean teased.
"It's not your birthday," Castiel replied, immediately, and Dean grinned.

The bunker was covered in decorations, from banners to balloons, all in an array of different colours. Gabriel had almost filled the war room with confetti, and Sam rolled his eyes. "They're getting too old for this," he said, when he saw the trickster's work. Gabriel frowned at him, insulted.
"You're never too old for balloons, big foot".

"Tricks!" a light voice yelled from the door. Gabriel lit up, and turned towards the young woman. Sam shook his head at the nickname. "I didn't know you were coming!" Her feet left prints in the confetti  as she ran to him, leaving her brother to stand in the doorway.
"Hey Gabby!" He spun her around in a hug, her black hair flying everywhere. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, kiddo". Her smile was similar to his own, but she was slightly taller than him.
"You got something for me?" she whispered in his ear, and Gabriel smiled. He slipped a lollipop into her pocket. "Thanks, Tricky," she laughed.
"I saw that," Sam said, and raised an eyebrow. Gabrielle laughed, and shrugged. Her hair was slightly curled, and her nails were painted a bright blue. "Don't make that face," he warned her, and she smiled. "You're gonna get a cavity".

Her brother walked into the room, and bit his lip. "Come here, Bobby," Sam said, and the teenager smiled at him. They exchanged hugs, his black t-shirt crumpling under Sam's hands.
"You're getting taller, Rob," Gabriel commented, and he laughed.
"Not as tall as him," he replied, poking his uncle. Sam sighed, exasperated.
"Yeah, I get it, I'm tall," he joked, and headed towards the kitchen. "Let's go".

They all followed the smell of Cas' cooking. Sam looked at Dean, who was watching Cas. Dean sighed. "Daddy," Gabrielle smiled, and Dean's eyes immediately fell on her.
"Hey, munchkin," he grinned, and she sat next to him. He put his arm around her, and looked at his son. "Come here, monkey". He rolled his eyes, but hid a smile.
"Dad, I'm eighteen, you can't keep calling me that," he complained, but sat next to him as well.

Dean pretended to be shocked.

"You're eighteen?" he gasped, and his daughter giggled. "So that's why your Papa's been cooking all morning. Here I thought your uncle was just hungry," he said, with a smile. Sam crossed his arms in the doorway. Rob shook his head, still smiling. "Wait," Dean said, "If you're eighteen, that means that this one is eighteen, too!" He laughed, and tickled his daughter. She shrieked, and jumped away, bumping into Cas.
"Careful, baby," he said, softly, moving her away from the hot stove. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow.
"Sorry, papa," she smiled at him, and he relaxed. He pushed her hair out of her bright green eyes, and smiled down at her lovingly. Sam snapped a photo, quietly.

Dean put his arm around his son's shoulders, and watched them. "Proud of you," he said softly, running a hand through his hair, and Rob smiled.
"All I did was turn eighteen," he said, and Dean laughed.
"Maybe," he laughed again, "But you also took care of yourself, and your sister. So I'm proud of you, kid". Robert smiled again.
"I did exactly what you did, Dad. I know you took care of Uncle Sammy," he said, "Even if you don't tell us the whole story". Dean shrugged, and nudged him.

"Alright, monkey," he laughed, "Let's get your party going".