“It’s Father’s Day,” Cas said as Dean stirred beside him.
Dean, who had barely had anytime to process the thought hummed in his sleepiness and looked at Cas over the pillow. “We should do something special, like last year.”
“You’re not little, Dean,” Cas reminded him. “No need to force yourself to celebrate.”
“But I’m sure Sammy will want too,” Dean muttered, and he scooted closer to Cas so they could cuddle. “Speaking of, I’m surprised he isn’t in here.”
Cas strained to listen for Sam. “It is peculiar, I hope he is not sick.”
Dean and Cas rolled out of bed at the thought. The put on robes after giving each other a good morning kiss and they went in search of Sam.
“He isn’t in the bathroom,” Dean said, meeting Cas in the doorway of Sam’s bedroom.
There was a clatter downstairs. Cas and Dean exchanged curious looks before going downstairs to the kitchen.
They were met with an adorable site. Sam was standing with his back towards them over a mixing bowl. As he stirred he danced and sung.
“Our house! In the middle of the street!”
Sam sang at the top of his lungs, his breif clad bottom shaking back and forth as he playfully danced.
“Our house! In the middle of the street!”
Cas raised an eyebrow at Dean.
Dean chuckled. “I don’t think he knows the rest of the song,” he cheerfully said. He cleared his throat and put on a fake stern look.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be using the oven by yourself, little man!”
Sammy jumped and almost dropped the mixing bowl as he turned around.
“Oh hi, Daddy!” He said with a cheerful grin. “I didn’t use the oven, I plugged up the griddle! And I didn’t use anything sharp! So I didn’t break rules! I was making breakfast in bed for you and Daddy! Go back to bed!”
Cas stepped forward and surveyed the kitchen. “You didn’t break rules, but you made a mess.”
“I’ll clean it up!” Sammy promised with a bomb of his head.
Dean looked at the stack of golden pancakes that Sammy had made. “And why are you making pancakes for us, monkey?”
“Cause its Daddies Day!” Sam told him matter of fact, before he ladled four more pancakes out on the griddle.
Cas and Dean smiled at one another. Dean ruffled Sammy’s hair and Cas gave his cheek a kiss. “You keep doing what you’re doing then,” Dean told him, still grinning. “Holler if you need us.”
“AHHHHH.”
Cas cringed and Dean glared.
“What was that non sense about?” Cas muttered.
“You said to holler if I need you,” Sammy smirked, flipping the pancake. “I will always need you.”
Dean threw his head back and laughed. “We’ll always need you too, Sammy.”