The question came from Dean over breakfast, Cas in the other room with Jack cooking up the last of the pancake batter. Sam couldn’t help but flinch. He’d been afraid for weeks to tell Dean that it wouldn’t be Eileen Winchester, but Sam Leahy.
“Because I’m a feminist,” he replied easily, downing a sip of orange juice.
Sure, it was partially that. But it was other things, too.
To Dean, family had always been blood. Of course, blood wasn’t always family. But whenever Dean gave that sacred title to someone, that hard-earned title of “family”, their connection to him was considered stronger than any biology could have forged. A family member was a Winchester, plain and simple. It had never crossed Dean’s mind that Cas wouldn’t become Castiel Winchester. Of course he would be. He always had been, in a way, but their marriage made it official.
Sam had never seen family quite the same way.
The Winchester name was a keystone of Dean’s identity; for Sam, it was a shackle.
As long as he could remember, he’d felt different, and for good reason. There was more than Winchester blood stirring in him—demon blood and a curse he couldn’t quite shake. He was over it now, that demon blood. It was just another part of him, a part he’d started to accept long ago and finally had in their months of recovery from full-time hunting.
Sam couldn’t make Eileen a Winchester because he himself had never truly felt like one.
Well, that wasn’t fully true. He was Dean’s brother, of course, but he was more than that. He was a Singer. He was a Moore. He was a Turner and a Campbell, a Bradbury and a Fitzgerald, a Hanscum and a Mills. Sam felt that he was more than just a family name, a name passed down by a father who had struggled to love him, a father he’d struggled to love.
No name had ever really stuck with him, none was one he wanted to keep forever like a brand, another mark on his body or soul.
Until Eileen.
She was so like him and so unlike him, sunshine and moonlight, rigid muscle and soft laughter. Eileen was the first in a long time who made him feel like...well, a real person. A human being, flesh and blood and soul.
So yes, he would be Sam Leahy. And he didn’t care what Dean had to say about it.
But Dean didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Sammy Leahy,” Dean said to himself. He grinned. “Loving the consonance there.”
Sam allowed himself to be taken aback. You don’t mind that I won’t be a Winchester anymore? he tried to ask.
Dean’s eyes said it all: You’ll always be my little brother, Sammy.
Suddenly, Sam felt his eyes begin to get wet. He rubbed at them a little. He couldn’t start crying yet; it was only nine in the morning for crying out loud!
Sam tried to say thank you, I love you, anything, but what came out was: “Consonance? Is Cas teaching you big words now?”
“Oh, shut up!” Dean said, shoving Sam a little and laughing.
“I’m doing what?” Cas asked, bringing in a plate of fresh pancakes with Jack on his heels.
“Oh, nothing,” Dean said, pulling Cas down by the collar and planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Mr. Leahy here is just trying to call me stupid.”
Yeah, Should Have Seen That Coming: Saileen Bachelor Party Ficlet
Congrats to the soon to be Mrs. and Mr. Leahy💚💍!!!
Sam had the brilliant idea to have their bachelorette/bachelor parties on the same night. Two separate parties, at least a week before the wedding to avoid any last minute mishaps (learning from the mistakes of Dean and Cas' party last month). They had thought of everything, Sam even remembered to invite Adam this time. They were each going to have a perfect party with no unforseen issues, because they both deserved a night of fun.
Dean was granted the privilege of being Eileen's best man maid of honor, so he shut down his bar that night, and threw her an absolute rager. He even dragged the stripper pole back out at Eileen's request (though Dean thinks it was a shame Cas wasn't going to be there to use it) and set up a mechanical bull. So of course Cas was chosen to be Sam's best man, and for his party, Sam just wanted a normal, quiet night. Just board games, beer and burgers at the bunker (Crowley was pissed he got stuck at Sam's instead of Eileen's, but Garth was thrilled about the prospect of playing Monopoly). So that's exactly what Cas planned to give him. He makes sure he's got Sam's favorite beer, burgers from the place that makes his favorite vegan burgers, he's taken care of everything. And all Sam has to do is grab the board games from one of the storage rooms.
What could possibly go wrong?
Well, considering Sam and Cas are involved?
Everything.
(read the rest under the cut)
They ended up on a hunt before the party even began. Sam had accidentally bumped into a shelf in the storage room, knocking over a cursed object, and then picked it up without thinking("Sam why did y- "It just looked like a piece of wood!" "It's not, its cursed it's called t-" "Well that doesn't help me now, Cas!"). And so it turned out, they unleashed an ancient curse that if they didn't break by midnight, the world would be "shroud in 5 billion years of darkness". But Sam won't let anyone call Eileen or Dean ("I just don't want to ruin her party!" "Sam the world could en-" "Yeah, but that happens all the time. How often do you get to have a bachelorette party?")
So it was up to Sam, Cas, Jack, Crowley, Garth, and Adam (Kevin was already halfway up the steps and on his way to Dean's bar before Sam even finished explaining what happened).
And a lot can go wrong over a few hours, especially if the threat of the end of world is looming over you.
In the past three hours, they managed to successfully tear apart the entire archives looking for lore, had Jack fly them to three different states to wake up three experts on the subject, fought and killed one of Crowley's old nemesis who had an ingredient they needed for a spell, were briefly transported to a different dimension, twice (Jack was able to get them home, but they had to go back because Garth forgot his phone). Then of course they summoned the wrong ancient god, then had to figure out how to kill them, before they eventually summoned the right one needed to break the curse.
At that point, after some encouragement (yelling) from everyone, Sam finally gave in and tried to facetime and text Eileen, finally allowing Cas to call Dean too.
But neither of them answered because Eileen was currently in the middle of an intense drinking contest between Rowena, Mary and Kevin (who arrived 2 hours ago and mentioned nothing about the curse), while Dean (totally sober mind you) learned he was amazing on the stripper pole, as Charlie, Kaia and Claire cheered him on, and Jo along with some of Eileen's hunter friends were trying out the mechanical bull.
So they were on their own, and quickly running out of time.
But unfortunately for them, the three hours of chaos was a complete waste, since they discovered a bit too late that lore was wrong. Because the weapon that was supposed to kill the God was clearly not working since it seemed to be chasing them around just fine, with a giant stake in it's neck. So they hurriedly decided splitting up would be the best course of action, and they scattered in all directions as they ran into the woods(where they had landed when Jack zapped them back) trying to confuse the God.
Which had been a complete mistake ("It can clone itself!" "Yes, thank you Sam, I hadn't noticed").
And currently, Crowley and Garth were both knocked out by some of the God's clones, and Jack was nowhere to be seen, leaving just Sam and Cas to fight with what they had (2 guns, an angel blade, and half a flask of holy water, so nothing)
Now there was only five minutes until midnight and the God had them surrounded, as it threw their useless guns and blades halfway across the forrest.
And only one thought rang through Sam's mind.
"Eileen is gonna kill me if the world ends before the wedding"
"Well if you hadn't touched th-"Cas started
"Thanks Cas, you really know how to make a guy feel better" Sam yelled back, swiflty cutting him off.
He glanced back up to see the God (who's name Sam had already forgotten) inching closer, holding them in place as they were readying themselves to smite them.
Sam took one last look at Cas and the reality of the situation finally set in. This was it.
All Sam wanted was one normal night, but now the world's ending again and he doesn't even know the name of the God ending it.
They were screwed. Now he'll never see Eileen again and they'll nev-
Suddenly a wooden stake was shoved through the back of the God's neck with a crunch, sending them crumbling to the ground. It burst into black flames, disappearing.
And standing above them in a, 6 inch heels, covered in glow stick bracelets, and a bride sash, was a very tipsy Eileen.
She and Dean helped pull them to their feet, and Sam could cry at the sight of her (and he did).
As soon as he was standing, Sam frantically began rambling and signing trying to explain and apologize all in one breath. But Eileen simply took hold of his hands, stopping him in his tracks.
"You were supposed to use sheep's blood, idiot" Eileen signed with a smirk.
Then she grabbed by the shoulders, yanking him down into a deep kiss.
"Wait how did-where did yo-"Sam started as he broke away. He quickly takes in his surroundings spotting Claire and Kaia helping Garth to his feet, Rowena trying to wake Crowley, and Charlie and Jo who are probably trying to convince Adam not to leave. He finds Dean, Cas and Jack off to the side huddled close together, while Dean probably tells his husband how much of a dumbass he is.
"Jack flew to the bar, and we read through your's and Cas' texts. We were able to piece it together from there, and apparently you guys can't read. Maybe leave the hunting to the pros?" Eileen teased, swaying slightly (okay maybe she was a little more than tipsy). Sam tightly wrapped his arms around her, keeping her steady, as a smile grew on his face.
"I don't deserve you" Sam sighs, cupping her cheek.
"Yeah, you don't" Eileen shrugged with a smirk growing on her lips.
"She's right, you really don't" Dean's voice cuts through as he, Cas and Jack make their way over. Cas punches him in the arm with a fond smile.
"Well, that certainly didn't go as I had planned" Cas huffed.
"Yeah, understatement of the year buddy. But when does it ever?" Sam laughs, feeling a bit of relief.
Then Sam has another brilliant idea, smiling as he turns back to Eileen.
"So my party....was ruined by an ancient God. Mind if we crash your's?"
And an hour later, Cas (much to Dean's delight) is now spinning around on the pole while Dean, Charlie and Jo cheers him on. Crowley, Rowena, Garth and Jack (with a shirley temple of course) are seated at the bar, talking about god knows what. Claire, Kaia, Kevin and surprisingly Adam have just returned from the parking lot, giggling a bit too much. And Sam is now seven shots in, messily making out with Eileen in one of the booths. Eventually they pull away, just sitting in a drunken daze as they stare at each other.
God he can't believe she's gonna marry him. He really is the luckiest man in the world.
And before Sam can relay this sentiment, Eileen downs her glass, signs "watch this", and runs to take a turn on the stripper pole to the thrumming bass.
With a laugh he surveys the bar, watching his family drink and laugh without a care in the world. He spots Eileen and Dean by the pole in the center of the room, heads thrown back in laughter, as Cas and Jack cheers them on. So Sam quickly slides out of the booth and makes his way over, plopping down inbetween Jack and Cas, watching his fiancé and brother dance to the beat like idiots. Heart swelling at the sight of his family.
And yeah maybe this isn't the night they had planned, but it was certainly a night they'd never forget.
(Especially since Cas had shirts made that said, "I survived Sam Winchester's bachelor party")
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There were years where Sam didn't think he'd get this far into having a normal life. As a teenager, he often dreamt of starting a family while escaping his own. He wanted to wipe his past clean and start anew, but life had other plans. On most days, he's at peace with all that was lost along the way.
The ghosts of his past-self, and the love he found, then lost like clockwork, haunt his nightmares. They've dissolved into the background music of the tragedy that became their survival.
Sam never thought that his happily ever after would look like this. Or that settling down as a hunter, with another hunter was even possible.
Yet, here we are, he thinks.
They're happy and content, free to live life as they please. His older brother is married and in love. I have a son. We have our family.
Sam runs a shaky hand through his hair before resuming his rehearsal. He's rehearsed his vows at least a dozen times before today, but doesn't want to risk messing up a single sign.
His heart flutters as he imagines the look on Eileen's face when he signs them to her.
"I'm getting married," he mutters with a small grin.
He once saw his love as fireworks, burning brightly in the darkness and spreading colour for all to see. Beautiful as it may have been, fireworks are explosive; destructive if not handled with care.
Instead, he's learnt to love like the galaxies. Ever present, shining through the chaos of the universe. There are millions of stars in the sky, but every single one of them sparkles with a unique confidence.
There's a light knocking on his door. Sam blinks at his reflection before turning.
Dean's smile is a soft tug of lips, eyes glossy with emotions as he looks at their reflection in the comfortable silence of the room.
You've both come so far, it echoes. Here's to another beginning.
Cas and Dean are lying quietly in bed, settling in for the night early because (they’re old) they have to wake up early in the morning. More wedding stuff to be done, and Garth is coming over to start making centerpieces. It’s almost comical how quickly their lives turned around from fighting God from an underground bunker to arguing with a florist over the price of chrysanthemums (too damn much; Cas won that fight though).
Cas snuggles closer, his head nudging under Dean’s chin, and sighs. “Oh, Sam asked me to be his best man today.” he says sleepily, trailing a finger up Dean’s softly padded ribs.
“What?”
“Sam asked me to be his best man,” Cas repeats, confused, because he recognizes a less than positive tone in his husband’s voice. “For his wedding?”
Dean sits up suddenly and looks at him. “What? My brother asked you to be his best man? What the fuck?”
Cas squints at him. “Sam and I are very close friends, Dean. I don’t think it’s that extraordinary.”
Dean has a hand on his hip. This is not going well. “And what am I, huh? Chopped liver?” Cas opens his mouth to reply but Dean holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that. I’m his fucking brother, we’ve literally been to hell and back-” another more insistent hand up to hold against Cas’s interjection which was most certainly going to point out that he and Sam had also been to hell and back together. “Oh fuck no,” he climbs out of bed, already pulling on his pajama pants where he discarded them before getting in bed.
“Dean, where are you going?”
“To talk to my brother.”
“Dean, it’s late and-”
“Cas, I’m going to talk to my brother. This is bullshit. You’re the one who’s always saying I should talk more, well,” Dean throws his hands up, and he would look adorable if he weren’t so angry, with his rucked up hair and pajama set and wild eyes. No, scratch that, he does look adorable.
Cas rolls his eyes and gives up. “Okay, well, drive safely.”
Dean waves him off, already halfway out the door.
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Sam is not expecting any visitors.
He’s halfway down into his place next to Eileen on the couch, ready for his first ever viewing of The Exorcist (it hit too close to home growing up, but he and Eileen are working on picking up on the shit they missed out on because of hunting), when he hears someone pounding on the door like there’s been a murder.
Given the fact that any of his friends and family members would be much calmer if there’d been a murder, he can assume it’s not that. Given the fact that they have a perfectly functioning doorbell six inches from their doorknob, Sam can guess who it is.
“Coming!” Sam rolls his eyes and turns to give Eileen an apologetic glance.
One second - Dean’s at the door. He signs and leans in for a peck. She pulls him into a kiss that really should not happen right before he opens the door to his brother, but he’s not complaining when he pulls away after a few seconds.
Hurry back. There is a devilish glint in her eyes that Sam recognizes.
Yes, ma’am.
Sam leaves his fiancée with a scrunched up nose at being called ma’am and pulls open the front door. Dean freezes midair with his fist raised, halfway through another thudding knock. “What the fuck,”
Sam and Dean had made a deal after the first month post-chuck, and that deal included no non-emergency unplanned drop-ins after 8:00. Dean had agreed to it only after they both installed Life360 on their phones and got automated (and supernaturally modified) alarm systems for both their houses. So this was a breach.
“You asked Cas to be your best man?”
Sam sighs. He should’ve known his brother would freak out over this. “Yeah, we’re-”
“I thought we were good, Sammy! I mean I know I was a little uptight at first, with the moving out and the figuring stuff with Cas out and all that, but I thought we figured that out! We did the boundaries and that shit, Sammy you took me to fucking couples’ therapy!”
“It wasn’t couples’ therapy, it was group therapy, and it was for both-”
“I don’t give a shit! And then you ask my husband to be your best man instead of me? Your own damn brother?”
Sam blinks. “Dean.”
“What? You got a problem, you come talk to me about it! Isn’t that what we fucking decided?”
“Dean, listen,”
“No, it’s bullshit!”
Sam sighs and closes the door behind them, backing Dean up onto the porch. The cool spring made him hug his arms close to his chest. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was shivering, but he did know better, so he knew his brother was shaking. And that meant that he was actually really fucking nervous about this. Shit. “Dean, I didn’t ask you to be my best man because I want you to give me away.”
Dean blanches. There’s a beat of silence where they both just look at each other. “What?”
Sam shrugs, feeling weird about saying it now. “Yeah, well, Eileen said that walking down the aisle at the end made her feel like she was an animal at a circus, so we decided I would.” He pauses, sure Dean’s about to make fun of him for another gender non-conforming move at his wedding, but he’s still too shell-shocked to be a smart ass, apparently. “And generally, the person who walks down last has someone give them away…”
“Yeah, like their dad.”
Sam raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, I don’t think Dad and I are really there… yet.” Or that they ever will be, but there’s no need to go into that now. Dean always gets this constipated look on his face when they talk about John. “Besides, I kinda want the person to give me away to be the guy that raised me, so…” he shrugs again. “I want you to do it.”
Dean has gone completely silent and he’s staring up at Sam either like he kicked his puppy or he’s just named himself the Pope.
“Uh, Dean?” He waves a hand in front of his face. “You in there? Breathe.”
Dean frowns at him but obeys and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “You want me to walk you down the aisle?” he whispers hoarsely.
Sam laughs, recognizing his face for the I’m-trying-not-to-break-down-crying face now. “Yeah, man. You’re my big brother. Of course I want you in my wedding. I just… I want you to be in the right place.”
It takes another few seconds of staring, but then Dean breaks into a wide grin and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. “Fuck, Sammy, of course I’ll give you away, you fucking princess,”
Sam barks out a breathless laugh, not even sure if Dean’s trying to insult him anymore with the pet-name. “Great.”
Dean pulls back. “Does this mean I don’t get to make a best man speech? Because I’ve already got half my jokes planned.”
Sam grins. “Unfortunately, you can still make a speech. Just keep the sex jokes to a minimum, okay?”
Dean chuckles. “That ain’t your call, Sammy. Eileen’s gonna love it.”
“Shit, so it’s gonna be really bad.” Dean winks at him. He’s gonna need to make sure he drinks before that speech. “Alright, now can you get off my fucking porch? I love you and all but you’re ruining date night.”
Dean rolls his eyes and pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, old man, go and enjoy your boring old stay-in date night like the nursing home patient you are.”
Sam fixes him with a bitchface. “You act like I don’t know you’re about to go crawl into bed with your husband and go to sleep just so you can wake up early and do the crossword before Garth gets there.”
Dean freezes only a second, but Sam wins. “Shut up.” he says quickly, finally retreating back to where the Impala’s parked on the street. “Tell Eileen hi for me!” he adds excitedly.
Sam grins and waves. It’s only when he’s going back inside to Eileen that it hits him how fucking lucky he is, to have a brother who cares so much and a family all around him like this. The love of his life sitting on her phone with a bowl of popcorn and m&ms in her lap waiting for him. He sits back down on the couch and signs Sorry about that - wedding stuff to Eileen.
She rolls her eyes. He freaking out again?
Always.
Such a brother-of-the-groom-zilla.
Sam laughs and grabs a handful of popcorn, signing again once he’s stuffed it in his mouth. Ready to make demons fun again?
Eileen nods, grinning. No talking about how you would hunt the monster better this time.
That can generally be said about life, but specifically about Eileen and Sam’s wedding day.
First, there’s the curse. That is - first, Sam wakes up at the crack of dawn and heads to the library. He can’t sleep - too much energy, too many thoughts, too happy and anxious and grateful - too much going on in his mind to stay still another moment.
Cas is in the room already when Sam enters. While Cas is human now, and does require regular sleep - and truthfully he likes it, the warmth and safety of falling asleep with the one who you love in your arms - it doesn’t come easily to him, and he is, unfortunately, prone to waking early. He’s grown very fond of coffee and the quietude of the library in the early hours of the morning.
Sam comes in and it doesn’t take an angel’s abilities to perceive to tell that he’s a bundle of nerves. Cas chuckles to himself, closes his book, stands, and claps Sam on the shoulder.
“You love her. She loves you. It’s all going to be alright, Sam,” Cas says warmly. “Why don’t you go for a run? You like those. Work out your nerves. I’ll let Eileen know you’re out when she wakes up.”
Cas heads out of the library to go refill his coffee and when he returns, Sam is gone. A run, presumably.
Until it’s two hours later, time to start getting ready, and no one has seen him.
On the third round of searching the bunker, while others are out driving around nearby, Dean lets out a yelp from a corner of the library near one of the shelves. Sam, all of four inches tall, is red-faced from yelling - well, more like squeaking - from the floor.
Instead of going for that run Cas as suggested, he had decided to look through one of the cabinets that they hadn’t yet gotten around to re-cataloging. One cursed object later and, well, Eileen might have to carry him in her pocket for their ceremony.
Dean is incredibly unhelpful once he realizes Sam is, for the most part, unharmed. He takes a lot of photos. Pitches a full on leprechaun theme for the ceremony later. Asks Sam to show him where he keeps his pot of gold. Generally enjoys being the taller brother again for just a while.
Eileen, not one to let her day be overshadowed - or, well, minimized - works with Rowena to find a reversal spell. It doesn’t take long, the two working well together - though Sam would argue later that it took long enough.
The day goes a bit smoother from there - no more curses - but there are hunters present, so there’s a fight or two. Some broken bottles and a broken chair.
Crowley tries to tempt the happy couple into inviting him to join their wedding night. (He doesn’t know they’ve already made plans with Rowena for their honeymoon.)
Cas, with a human liver and no tolerance for alcohol, gets wasted by the end of the night, after Jo and Charlie convince him to do some shots with them. He never stood a chance. Dean finally puts his ginger ale with lime aside, lifts Cas’ arm around his shoulder to rest his weight on him, and says their farewells for the evening, looking incredibly fondly at the man beside of him the whole time.
Jack accidentally starts a fire with his powers, having not quite learned his lesson to not show off - he is, after all, only three. Claire and Kaia notice immediately, and put it out before too much damage is done, then head back to dancing.
No, nothing ever goes exactly according to plan.
But in the quiet moment, after the guests are gone, and it’s just Sam and Eileen, they share a look that, if anyone saw, they could only describe as real, pure love. In that moment, with just one another, Sam and Eileen know that plans are made to be rewritten anyway.
The best stories, after all, are the ones that you don’t turn out the way you planned.
Summary: There have been back to back hunts and Dean wants to do something nice for his brother and his brothers Omega.
Written For @spnabobingo / @spnkinkbingo / @samwinchesterbingo / @spngenrebingo
Square Filled: Sam/Eileen / Saileen / Snowed In / Vacation
Feedback is Gold and Appreciated
Sam and Eileen had worked so hard for the last month; working back to back hunts were tough on any hunter. Sam was tired and it showed, his eyes were droopy and he could barely keep them open. It wasn’t until Dean had told him the good news, that he could finally rest.
Dean had not only noticed the depletion of Sam’s mood but he had felt it himself, he had known how draining back to back hunts could be and how it could take its toll on anyone’s mental health.
Dean made sure that he had both Sam and Eileen’s attention when he spoke. “I’ve handed over all the cases we’ll get to Garth, if it gets too much for him he can ask any of the other hunters he knows to help him but we are taking the next month off and you guys are going on a vacation.
“Can we leave tomorrow? I am exhausted.” Eileen asked, her eyes dropping and Sam immediately nodded at her suggestion, sleep sounded real good right now. They had barely got their four hours and even a minute longer sounded like a treat.
“Knock yourselves out.” Dean waved his hand as if he was whacking the air. “Don’t have too much fun.”
Sam scoffed, there wasn’t going to be any of the fun Dean had suggested. Only sleep would happen in the next few hours. “Get your mind out of the gutter and get your ass into the bed. You’ve had less sleep than we have.”
“Alright, mom.” Dean smiled tiredly and gave a salute. “Night Eileen.”
“Goodnight, Dean.”
Dean had been the first to wake the next morning, discovering the bad news. He was going to have to let Sam and Eileen down gently. Even though he was an Alpha, Dean was going to struggle to tell his brother’s Omega.
Eileen was usually the first to wake between the two of them so Sam could never see her in her true beauty. Where she was so peaceful, looked so serene and untroubled in her sleep. It was something to behold. Sam noticed the soft frown on her face and the little crease in between her brows. He smiled softly when she seeked him out in her sleep.
Sam lifted his hand to link his fingers with hers, a twitch of her lip made Sam do the same before he pecked a kiss on her forehead and pulled his fingers free to wrap his arm around her waist, snuggling back into Eileen.
It was two hours later when Eileen had awakened, in turn waking Sam a few moments later.
“Are you feeling refreshed?”
Sam had barely opened his eyes before he spoke“Yes but I think we should stay in bed for a while.”
“Didn’t Dean have a vacation lined up for us? I’m looking forward to it.” Eileen smacked Sam’s leg, tossed the blankets off of her legs and jumped up off the bed and waltzed to the door, waiting for Sam to follow her.
Rolling his eyes, Sam groaned before he did exactly as expected from him.
When they reached the kitchen, they saw Dean nursing a cup of coffee and by the looks of it, it wasn’t his first one.
“Guys, I’m sorry to say this but you won’t be able to take your vacation like I planned to. The rescheduled flights were cancelled because of the snow. You were heading back to Ireland.” Dean said, a sense or anger and disappointment in his enunciated words. “I guess you could say that we’re all snowed in at the moment.”
“Dean, it’s the thought that counts and you got us a month off.” Eileen said, heartfeltly. She walked around the table to press a kiss to Dean’s scruffy cheek. “Thank you.”
“I guess we’ll have to make a vacation at the bunker and I am totally fine with that.”
