Gabriel and Castiel were waiting in the car. They had wanted to help, but Sam and Dean had insisted that a witch was no big deal, so they had left the two angels to be bored until their hunters returned. Gabriel had been feeling off ever since they had pulled up into the witch's driveway, but he hadn't been able to place the feeling.

"Shouldn't they have been back by now?" Castiel asked, breaking Gabriel out of his thoughts. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it had been about twenty minutes since the Winchesters had gone inside.

"Yeah, something's definitely wrong. This is the longest they've ever gone without getting thrown through a wall, or something." The angels flew to the house, landing in the living room. Sam and Dean were being held against the wall by the witch, who was mixing ingredients for a spell, it looked like. Silently approaching her from behind, Gabriel couldn't help but notice that they odd feeling growing increasingly irritating, yet he still couldn't place it.

"I can sense you, you know," the witch said suddenly, turning around and throwing her power at the angels. Castiel was visibly pushing against the force, while Gabriel continued towards her, unaffected. Throwing his arm out, he threw her against the wall and held her there, breaking her hold on Sam and Dean. The hunters dropped to the floor and gasped for breath, while Castiel walked up to the witch. Suddenly, Gabriel knew what was bothering him.

Knowing that his warning would come too late, he used his power and grabbed Castiel, stopping him in his tracks. His brother stared at him with disbelief in his eyes.

"Don't you feel her power, Castiel?" Gabriel never used his brother's full name unless it was something important. Castiel stopped resisting and Gabriel looked at the witch, who was watching them with an amused expression on her face. Castiel's eyes narrowed and he gazed at the witch thoughtfully.

"You are right, I can sense it now," he said. Sam and Dean had finally gotten up and came to stand next to their angels.

"So what do we do now?" Sam asked.

"No clue," Gabriel replied. "I can't hold her here forever, but I don't know how to kill a witch this powerful." Dean moved to the bowl she had been working with and looked over the ingredients.

"I don't recognise half of this stuff," he announced. "Whatever she was working must have been some serious hoodoo."

"Correct," the witch said, causing them all to jump. "And in fact, my spell must nearly be done fermenting. Should I say the incantation?" She was teasing them. Gabriel took away her voice, but she just smiled even wider. Gabriel and Castiel could hear her thinking the incantation, and their eyes widened when they recognised the spell. They threw their hands towards their hunters, effectively protecting them and leaving themselves vulnerable to the blast of white light that came not a second later. Gabriel and Castiel were thrown across the room, then everything went black.

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Sam and Dean watched as Gabriel and Castiel flew across the room. As soon as they hit the floor, the hunters were able to move again. They hardly noticed that the witch was gone as they ran to their angels. They weren't expecting what they found, though. In a small heap were two bodies. One had black hair, blue eyes, and a trenchcoat. The other had gold hair, honey colored eyes, and a green jacket. They owners of said features couldn't have been more than six years old.

"No friggin' way," Dean said. "That bitch turned our angels into kids!" At the sound of Dean's voice the two angels stirred. Cas' eyes opened immediately and he looked around in confusion. They saw none of the usual stoicness that was usually present on his face. Instead, he looked ready to burst with curiosity. Gabriel's eyes were panicked when they opened. He looked immediately at Sam.

"The spell is resetting my brain," he said, his voice that of a child and full of barely suppressed pain. "I can't fight it. It will wear off, but I don't know how long it will take." He screwed his eyes shut and the two hunters waited for him to do something, anything. When he opened his eyes again, however, they held none of the usual humor that they expected from him. "Where are we?" he asked. He looked around and apparently recognized Castiel because he ran over and enveloped his brother in a tight hug.

"This is Castiel," he told the hunters. "He's three. I'm Gabriel, I'm five. You're Sam and Dean, right?" He looked at the two brothers expectantly.

"Uh, yeah," Sam said, giving Dean a meaningful look. "Yeah, I'm Sam and this is Dean. We're your babysitters." Dean looked horrified. Gabriel grabbed Castiel's hand and dragged him over to the hunters.

"Can we go now? This place is boring." He looked up at Sam with big eyes.

"Yeah, let's go," Sam said. He grabbed Gabriel's hand and led the five year old to the Impala. Castiel had attached himself to Dean and wasn't letting go anytime soon. The hunters had no idea what to do with the two toddlers once they got to the car. hey were too small for seatbelts, and they didn't have any car seats. In the end, the two just sat on Sam's lap in the backseat. The trip back to the motel was quiet. The angels had fallen asleep and didn't wake up when Sam carried them to him and Gabriel's room and put them onto a bed.

"What do we do?" he asked Dean.

"I have no clue," his brother answered. "I don't know how to take care of baby angels, or even if they are angels anymore. I mean, they fell asleep, right? Angels don't sleep."

"True. So it's probably safe to assume that they'll be hungry when they wake up."

Dean groaned and sank onto the couch. He turned to a rerun of Dr. Sexy, MD while Sam looked up anything that might help them take care of their new kids until the spell wore off. After going through quite a few websites and online books, Sam had learned quite a lot about little kids. They were still asleep, and Sam figured that they would sleep through the night. Dean had already passed out on the couch, so Sam took the other bed.

On the other side of the room, Castiel turned over, sticking his thumb in his mouth and pulling the blanket closer to him. He gave a little whimper and Gabriel pulled his little brother closer to him. Sam sighed as he drifted off. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.