The alcohol cabinet. A place filled with wonder and mystery for an alcoholic-angel-turned-toddler. More namely, Balthazar.
Said angel was on his tiptoes reaching for the cabinet. His fluffy silver wings were flapping around wildly;he wasn't quite used to the fact he couldn't fly anymore now that he was a toddler and he just flapped his wings around out of habit(It certainly got on Dean's nerves after he accidentally hit Castiel one time.)
Bobby had left the cupboard unlocked while in a tipsy state last night and it was sheer luck Balthazar had seen him do so. He enjoyed watching the old man mutter about "friggen witches" and "stupid toddler angel things" even though he, too, despised the curse.
The moose was making lunch in the kitchen. Dean was out at the store, and Bobby, of course, was upstairs napping away a hang over.
This was a perfect opportunity to sneak a bottle or two of wine. No one would even notice! They were always fighting about who drank what; why should this be any different?
After a few futile minutes of jumping around at the base of the cabinet, Balthazar raced to grab five of the largest books off the shelf across the room; whose titles included War and Peace as well as the huge tome of Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them. He made a ladder of sorts out of the novels and eagerly climbed up it to the awaiting cabinet. His uncoordinated toddler hands managed to pry open the door, reaching to grab the neck of a wine bottle when-
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Castiel? Balthazar? Gabriel? Lunch is ready!"
The gigantor stomped into the room in search of Balthazar and his siblings.
Uh-oh.
Not allowing himself to panic-which was shockingly good restraint for a toddler!-little Balthazar did the only thing that would prevent him from getting in trouble. He climbed right into that cupboard and shut the door quietly behind him. He sat squeezed between two bottles of red wine, and held his breath as Sam gave the room a very quick once over. When he heard the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song blaring from the tv in the next room over, he automatically jogged into the next room(seeing as it was Gabe's favorite show, he assumed he'd forced the rest of the angels to watch it with him.)
Balthazar sighed in relief when he was certain Sam had left. He pushed against the door gently, trying to open it, but it seemed as if the door needed more effort. He tried again, harder, but it still wouldn't move. He scooted back up to the back panel of the cupboard and slammed his little body against the door. Again, it wouldn't budge.
He groaned quietly, realizing what had happened. He had locked himself in the cupboard. Well...at least he had the wine bottles to keep him company.