“Sam. Wake up”
A hand rested on his shoulder, pulling him out of a pleasant dream. With shock, Sam opened his eyes to see Cas sitting on the bed, his tie and hair as rumpled as ever. He looked down on Sam, something that didn’t happen too often, his face showing his curiosity.
“You have very interesting dreams” Sam shook his head at him and threw the blanket off, swinging his legs to the ground.
“Why are you here?” He asked, getting up and stretching his arms in front of him. Cas stood up too, walking to stand between Sam and Dean, who was leaning disgruntledly against the table.
“Some information would be great, Cas. I need my beauty sleep” Dean said, tired but still grumpy. Cas looked at him confusedly.
“I don’t understand, sleeping doesn’t do anything to increase aesthetic beauty”
Sam snorted and smiled at him, “It’s a saying”
“Human sayings are very odd” Dean shook his head at Cas, rubbing his eyes.
Cas straightened, “Anyway, I have been told to bring you two with me”
Dean immediately focused on the angel, standing up straight. His face didn’t show any outwards signs but his green eyes betrayed his worry. Sam knew it echoed his own. It was usually a bad sign when Cas needed them. “What happened?” Sam asked, taking a step towards him.
“A surprise birthday party happened”
Silence. Sam and Dean just look at him, their faces mirroring each other’s confusion. Dean was the first to speak, “I’m sorry, did you say ‘A surprise birthday party’?” Cas nodded.
“What the hell?”
Cas sighed and grabbed Dean’s resisting wrist. Dean pulled at it but even his considerable strength couldn’t budge Castiel. With a slightly exasperated look, Cas held his hand out to Sam. Smirking to himself at Dean’s grumpy face, Sam took Cas’s hand.
In the time it took Sam to blink, they had moved from standing in a dirty, seedy hotel room to the dirty, homely study of Bobby’s house. Books cluttered around the room, standing in piles on the wooden desk and against the walls. Sam breathed in the familiar smell of cheap whiskey and dust that was Bobby’s house. Bobby himself stood against the desk, a faint smile on his bearded face. He wore his old cap, despite being indoors.
“Glad you could join us, ya idjits”
Sam felt a smile spread across his face and he pulled away from Cas to embrace the old hunter.
“It’s good to see you” Sam said as he let him go and Dean pushed Sam aside to hug him too.
“Of course it is”
“Aah, family reunion!” Tash cried, running down the stair case and into the room where they stood. She jumped up at Sam, throwing her arms around his neck. She had to reach considerably far; She stood at 5ft. Sam staggered back under her weight before hugging the young girl, careful to not crush her wings.
“I’m surprise you’re here, Tashie. Is it your party? I didn’t know it was your birthday” He looked sheepishly down at her. She shook her head, smiling widely.
“Nah, it’s not mine” Her blinked at her Australian accent; it still surprised him, when he was so used to the voices around him being American.
“Is everybody going to keep us in the dark or what?” Dean said, crossing his arms as he stood next to Bobby. Tasha laughed at him and clapped Castiel on the shoulder fondly before turning to Dean.
“Didn’t Cas tell you whose party it is?” Dean shook his head. She rolled her brown eyes at him, folding her wings more comfortably against her back. Sam noticed she was wearing batman pyjamas; she’d been pulled out of bed too.
They all turned to look at the tall thin man who had walked into the room holding a large and obnoxiously sparkly cake. He wore a long black coat and long grey scarf. He smiled as he stopped in the doorway.
“Nice to see you too, Boys” Balthazar grinned.