The setting sun blazed through the living room windows when Castiel finally stumbled out of the bedroom. Jason’s beautiful tenor drifted to him from somewhere in the house and Castiel followed the sound like it was siren song. Possibly, it was.
He found his mate in the kitchen, ducking and weaving around his brothers as they moved trays around of glassy brown blobs with sticks that stood straight out the bright red tops. Not wanting to interrupt, Castiel leaned against the doorway and watched.
The noise level was atrocious. Levi barked orders, better than even Michael could accomplish, directed traffic with a stern finger and a swat to the hand if the other three so much as looked like they were going to snatch a taste of whatever was being created. Danny manned the stove and stirred som
