Sam bends his head, pressing a kiss to the crown of Castiel's head where it leans against his shoulder. "Come on, then. Let's make our entrance."
It's not much of an entrance, really, but Sam laughs at the paper confetti that gets thrown at them as they come in the back door, Dean and Gabriel having gotten on chairs to make sure that a bunch of it got dropped over their heads while Kevin stands back, taking more pictures.
Ellen mock scolds them all and ushers Sam and Castiel into the dining room, the table set as it had been the night before but with the clan's good china and silverware. There's wine and beers available for everybody and Sam and Castiel sit at the head of the table. Sam grins, brushing some confetti out of Castiel's hair as they sit and the rest of the clan settles around them and starts chattering, food passing around the table. It's almost like supper the night before, though the atmosphere is more relaxed.
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Date: 2015-02-07 09:28 pm (UTC)It's not much of an entrance, really, but Sam laughs at the paper confetti that gets thrown at them as they come in the back door, Dean and Gabriel having gotten on chairs to make sure that a bunch of it got dropped over their heads while Kevin stands back, taking more pictures.
Ellen mock scolds them all and ushers Sam and Castiel into the dining room, the table set as it had been the night before but with the clan's good china and silverware. There's wine and beers available for everybody and Sam and Castiel sit at the head of the table. Sam grins, brushing some confetti out of Castiel's hair as they sit and the rest of the clan settles around them and starts chattering, food passing around the table. It's almost like supper the night before, though the atmosphere is more relaxed.
And Sam only rarely stops touching Castiel.