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Bubblegum.
Pink and sticky. Sweet and gooey.
Dean's not chewing it, he's listening to it. The poppiest of bubblegum pop, written and performed by cartoons for cryin' out loud. (Okay, not really, of course. But that that's the story everyone went with doesn't exactly speak to pride of craftsmanship, does it?) Dean "Rock & Roll" Winchester, eager acolyte of John Bonham and Jimmy Page, should be running away shrieking right about now, hands plastered over his ears to keep the fluffy stuff out.
And yeah, he would be, except this dumb fuckin' song makes his baby happy.
"Sugar, Sugar" is ostensibly by The Archies (you know, from the comics), but it was actually performed by an underpaid group of studio musicians almost no one's ever heard of. It's lightweight, forgettable, disposable music. It also makes Castiel grin his gummy grin and shake his angel booty every time he hears it. Dean will keep listening to this crappy song on repeat for the rest of his life if every time it plays is as perfect as this one.
He checks the waffles for doneness, then slides across the floor in his fuzzy socks to grab Cas around the waist. They're no Fred and Ginger, but this is far from their first lazy Sunday kitchen dance fest, and they twirl each other around in a passable imitation of some actual moves. Someone gets dipped. Someone gets kissed. Then there's a whole lot more kissing, only interrupted when the timer beeps. Dean lifts the cooked waffles out, then pours in more batter. The finished ones get added to the already-heaping plate on the table. Sam and Eileen will be up soon, and Jack will wander out of his room, and they'll all eat Sunday breakfast together as usual.
In the mean time, Dean hits REPLAY on that goddamn song.