twentysomething

"I can go pick up Maddy," Izzie offers, too quickly.

"Nice try, learner's permit. You can drive if Cas goes with you." Dean tells her. Izzie sighs at Dean.

"Dean, how am I going to become a confident driver if Dad is always in the car babying me and clutching at the dashboard and talking about getting gray hairs?" she groans. Dean presses a kiss to the top of her curly dark head.

"Slowly," he says happily. Izzie drives terribly- too fast, not enough turn signals. Cas says she gets it from him, which is ridiculous, Dean is an excellent driver.

"You're the worst," she whines, but quickly hugs him anyway.

"Isabelle, you are not picking your sister up from the train station unless I go with you," Cas proclaims, wandering into the room and reaching for one of the rolls.

"You know if you eat one of those every time you walk through the room, you're the one who has to go out and get more," Dean points out. Cas smiles at Dean.

"I think a trip to the grocery is just the sort of thing Izzie can handle on her own?" Cas suggests. Dean laughs.

"No one is on my side," Izzie sighs again, dramatically. Dean swears she gets that from Sam.

"I'm on the side of our insurance premiums," Cas says.

"Just go," Dean pushes the two of them out the door. Maddy's hardly an hour away at college and they even saw her two weeks ago but he's stupidly anxious to get his family under one roof again.

Tomorrow, Sam and Jess will bring their brood, Michael and Gabriel will come and Dean will drink and swear and probably steal one of Michael's cigarettes and share it with Cas under the deck.

It will make him crazy.

God, he'll be happy.