Hello :) this is my first weechester fic folks! I enjoy reading them, but I don't know how I'll fare writing one. Well, they say "You never know till you try" so here's to my first attempt at trying to capture some cute, fluffy wee-ness. I have rated it "K+" but might have to change it to "T" in later chapters.

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Heaven and Havoc.

"MOM!"

I stopped stirring the soup I was preparing for dinner and ran to the source of distressed calling. If my second child yelled in those decibels it only meant one thing. His older brother, my oldest kid was wreaking havoc somewhere in the house.

"Moooooooom! Dean is being mean… again!" Sam's high treble echoed through the small hallway and seemed to be coming from my youngest son's room. My slippers made short thudding sounds as I ran at the speed of light to the site of destruction.

That's how life is for a single mom with four kids- all boys.

How we got together and became a family is a sweet story that I never tire to speak about. My four darling bundles of energy shook the foundations of our house at times but they are also the ones who glue it together.

I cannon-balled into the nursery and threw hurried glances in every corner till the haphazard focusing of my eyeballs settled on the four figures. I tried to take stock of the situation before making my queries. My four sons, each as different and unique as the four directions of the Earth, were frozen in various stances.

My oldest at thirteen, Dean, was standing at an awkward distance from his three brothers. He had something in his hand but in my absentminded distraction, I didn't pay attention to it.

Opposite to him on the floor was my second son Sam, aged nine, kneeling down with his hands on the shoulders of Castiel, my third child who was seven.

Adam, the youngest, was on the floor beside Dean. He was the smallest at the chubby age of three.

Something was not right about the whole scene.

Sam's face washed over in relief when he saw me. He got up from his kneeling position and briskly ruffled Castiel's black wayward hair.

"What's the matter Sam? You got me worried!" I asked him as I tried to discern the reason that made the situation look odd. It wasn't helping much with the soup boiling on the stove nagging for some attention somewhere in the back of my head.

Sam threw an angry glare at his older brother before turning to me. Adam waddled over to me and I picked him up in my arms.

"Dean, is there something I should know?" I asked my oldest, already knowing that he had to be the reason behind Sam's peeved face.

"Naw Mom. Sammy's just being as sissy." He replied coolly, making my eyebrows fly upwards on their own accord in accustomed disbelief. A few days after we had become a family, I had learnt not to believe every word that came out of my oldest kid's mouth.

"I am not!"Sam yelled in contradiction.

"There you go Mom. Sissy on display."

Sam bristled like a miffed kitten as he launched himself at his brother, who easily dodged his blows due to his recently-grown long limbs at the hit of puberty. The older boy planted a hand on Sam's forehead, placing an effective distance between them as Sam tried to punch him but his fists couldn't reach his brother. Sam was still short for his age, but I was sure he'd hit the charts once his growth spurt came into force.

"Dean, let your brother go." I tried to sound angry, even though the situation was hilarious.

"Why? So he can hit me?!" he turned to me with a grin that was having a trying effect on me.

"Dean, don't get-" I started to say, but got cut off by Adam who was pulling at my sleeve for attention.

"Mamma, I hungry." His adorable voice tugged at my heart-strings and forced a smile out of my frown.

"Aw sweetie, Mamma's making dinner. It will only be a few more minutes. Think you can wait for a bit?" I smiled at him.

Adam nodded briefly once, making his brandy-colored straight hair fall in to his eyes. As I swept it away, I asked Dean and Sam to cut it out when my eyes suddenly fell on my quietest son's face.

Castiel, in his characteristically reserved manner, stood silently watching us all with his intense blue eyes. He was the shyest and quietest of the lot. His black hair and blue eyes were a sharp contrast to his brothers' brown hair and greenish-hazel eyes.

In spite of the stark differences in looks, he fit in perfectly with the other three boys. He was like the yin to the combined yang of the other three.

"Castiel, what's wrong? Come here hon…" I raised one free arm and motioned him to come closer.

Without a single word he came to me in clean footsteps. He looked and acted so grown-up and matured that I sometimes doubted he was only seven years old.

He wrapped his arms around my hips as far as they would go and rested a tousled head of hair against me. I gently tipped his face upwards so I could see him.

I nearly dropped Adam in shocked surprise.

Neat whiskers and moustaches were drawn all over his cheeks and face. Suddenly I realized what Dean was carrying in his hand earlier. A pen. Hopefully it was a felt-tip arts and crafts sketch pen.

"Good grief, did- did your brother do this to you?!" I asked as I rubbed concerned fingers over the scribbling on his smooth porcelain complexion. I set Adam on the floor to get a better look at my third son.

His pale color made him look emaciated compared to his brothers who were tanned and browned after their outdoor games. Castiel was happiest curled up in a comfy corner with his favorite coloring books while his brothers tossed a football around.

"Dean said it would be fun." Castiel answered in his usual monotone. His voice was deep for a seven year old. His oceanic blue eyes looked up at me with the clarity of the water from a spring in a clearing.

"He did, did he?" I found myself getting more annoyed, "Dean, stop riling up Sam! And what did you write with on your brother's face?!"

"Don't worry Mom, it will wear off in a few days."

"A few days?!"

"Yeah. Sharpie takes a while to come off."

I counted till ten in my head.

"Mom, please tell Dean to let go of me." Sam whined with his forehead still rendered immobile under his brother's hold.

"Mom, don't listen to him. Sissy Sammy." Dean was smirking in delight.

"Mom…" Castiel's voice broke into my thoughts, "… do these marks have to stay? They don't feel like fun at all."

"Mamma, I hungry." Adam was tugging at my sweat-pants.

I didn't know where to start. I looked at my four sons, trying to decide who I should address first.

"Dean! Let go of your brother this instant!" I couldn't keep the anger out of my voice even though I wanted to remain in control.

As soon as Dean let him go, Sam threw himself at his brother and went on to pelt him with his tiny fists and blows, making them both end up on the floor.

"Mom! Sissy Sammy's hurting me!" Dean yelled above the din that Sam was making.

His shouts disturbed the youngest, who began his own tirade of bawling at a ear-piercing volume.

I picked up Adam again and placed him firmly at my waist, before taking turning to Castiel and taking his hand in mine.

I walked over to the tangled mass of Dean and Sam and yanked the younger child off his brother.

"You better behave now." I had just managed to warn when a beeping noise caught our attention.

Before I could place where I had heard that sound earlier, we were bombarded with high speed jet-streams of water from the ceiling.

"What the-?" I heard Dean stopping midway before he could use an "adult-word".

I smiled in approval though I did not let him see it. Not a good idea to rig his ego with constant praise when his brat-antennae needed a fine tuning.

The only highlight was Adam had stopped crying and was reaching up his chubby arms to try and catch the water droplets.

"Mamma, I hungry." He said in between happy squealing when the water streamed into his palm.

My soup.

I dashed out of the room and barraged into the kitchen with Adam still attached to my waist followed my Dean and Sam who had dragged Castiel along.

I handed Adam to Dean who surprisingly relented as I turned to the large vessel. The soup's milky texture was gone and had been replaced with a thickness that resembled mud's. The sides of the vessel on the inside were charred and the outside was blackened around the base and the rim.

I took a whiff of it and crinkled my nose in disgust. The burnt vegetables reeked of burnt rubbery odour.

When I looked around the kitchen, everything else had been soaked. Four expectant sets of eyes, three green and one blue, were looking at me. Great. Mom had to save the day somehow.

"Mamma. I hungry." Adam cooed out.

I felt my confidence deflating like a burst tire.

Dean quickly noticed it and he got busy trying to distract his brother with a colored straw. He was very good at caring for kids when he felt like it. The bratty, smart-mouthed kid was gone and in his place was a gentle, caring big brother.

I looked at Sam and Castiel, who still had the scrawling on his face.

"You have to start cooking again." Castiel stated solemnly.

"Mom, we can help." Sam offered in his ever gentlemanly grace.

"And so will we," Dean stepped in looking suddenly matured as he cuddled his baby brother, "Won't we little Adam?"

Adam squealed in ticklish delight.

Maybe the day wasn't going to end crazily after all. I smiled, feeling the stress starting to drain from me.

"How about you and Castiel start by mopping up the water?" I said to Sam who promptly took off dragging Castiel behind him.

Who knew the fire alarm could trigger so much water in a few minutes?

"Dean, place Adam in the high chair and clean the burnt soup okay? I'm going to look into the pantry."

"Right-o Mom." he said as he placed his baby brother in the said place and began the work on the burnt vessel.

"Keep an eye on Adam, okay boys?" I instructed as I stepped into the pantry when Sam and Castiel returned with buckets and mops.

"Okay Mom." The boys, except Castiel, chorused.

As always, Castiel showed he had heard me with a subtle nod of the head. He avoided using words as long as he could. I had to find out why he was so shy.

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I did what any mother would do to save the day after lunch-time had passed. After instructing Castiel and Sam how to slice up the bananas, I turned to Dean to check on batter he was mixing.

Satisfied, I went to check the oatmeal that was boiling on the stove before adding the little pack of soup I had found in the pantry.

Lunch was a varied selection of pancakes, banana fritters and mushroom soup thickened with oatmeal. I was getting better at improvising meals after becoming a Mom.

Mom. I liked the sound of it.

All of my misgivings and concern about Dean's recklessness and goofy tendencies took a back seat when I saw him feeding Adam, helping Sam to cut the pancakes in perfect right angles, and wiping Castiel's mouth clean of the syrup that had smudged on his cheeks from the pancakes.

I was pleasantly surprised when he made me sit down and served me. All with a smile on his endearing face… and he was growing more handsome every day.

"I got this Mom. Enjoy your meal."

Before I could reply, he planted a kiss on my forehead and walked over to Adam who was demanding some attention.

Sitting across the table from my four sons, I felt the familiar sting of tears at the corners of my eyes. Happy tears.

My doubts dispelled as I finally understood why the four boys and I had stumbled into each other's lives. We were an odd-looking family. Perhaps we had already known each other long before from the time we had met.

And I was going to be the best Mom I could be.

Not because I took in the boys… but because I could only become one after the crazy lot dropped into my life, dispelling any bits of singlehood left.

That reminded me. I had to get a car now that my family had grown overnight. Perhaps Dean could come with me to the used cars' yard and help me pick one with his extensive knowledge on machines.

"Adam! My face is not a canvas, stop it little dude!" Dean's laughing voice nudged me out of my thoughts.

As I looked towards him, I heard Sam's amused hilarity. Even Castiel was smiling- a feat he displayed only when he was genuinely touched or amused.

Every inch of Dean's face was plastered with syrup and soup as was Adam, who was being restless and goofy. His older brother just let him carry on.

"Now I know how much we get on Mom's nerves."

Splat. A pancake flew into Dean's face this time.

"Oh, you have no idea honey." I managed to say before joining my boys in uninhibited laughter.

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