"God I hate witches," Dean complained as he threw the keys to the Impala onto the small wooden dresser. Sam groaned in unworded agreement. There seemed to be no endless supply of the evil women in the town of Carson City, Nevada. After finding yet another hex-bag at the scene of a horrendous crime, the brothers had returned to their hotel room. The latest victim, her name Kelly Andrews, had been in her house alone, cooking. She'd died later because of live cockroaches crawling up her throat.
"We kill a goddamn witch and then another fills the spot!" Dean continued, throwing his hands in the air. "I wish we had some expert help on this." He sat down on the bed.
"We could always call Bobby," Sam said.
"Eh, Bobby's out on his own case with Rufus."
"Then call Cas. He could help."
Dean mulled it over, then shrugged and bent his head down. "Cas. We need you. Hunting witches. Just come when you hear this." In a matter of moments, there was the sound of feathers ruffling. The brothers looked up and saw Castiel standing by the hotel door.
"Hello, Dean," the angel said, "Sam. You called?"
"Yeah, we did. Look, we need some help with this witch problem. There's too many for us to handle."
Castiel shifted his gaze to the floor. "I may be not much help right now. I've tracked down. . something."
"What'd you find?" Sam asked.
"Gabriel."
"Gabriel!?" Dean exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Why didn't you say so?"
Castiel tilted his head. "I. . . thought I just did."
Sam patted the angel on the shoulder. "It's a thing."
"Does Gabriel know you're after him?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure. I think I've hidden myself quite well from his radar," Castiel informed the brothers.
Sam was going for the door. "I'm gonna run out real quick." He glanced back at the others and then redirected his gaze to the area in front of him. He jumped, gasping. "Fuck, Gabriel!"
The archangel grinned and threw his arms out. "Miss me?"
Dean shook his head. "Not really."
Gabriel pouted. "Aww, why not? What have I ever done to you?" Dean opened his mouth to answer but was quickly silenced by the archangel. "Don't answer that."
"Why are you here?" Sam asked in exasperation.
"I knew Cas was around and figured, 'Hey, why not go and annoy the Winchesters, because I know Sam and Dean will eventually end up in this equation!'" Gabriel grinned. "And look at that, I was right!"
"Are you causing mayhem again?" Dean growled.
"Maybe just a little bit. But I am the Trickster, Dean-o, ya better get used to it." The mischievous archangel flicked his wrist and he had a sucker in his mouth, which he pulled out of his mouth with a 'pop.' He threw his hip out a bit and bent his knee, falling against a wall. "So, what's got your panties in a knot, fellas?"
"Witches. So many of them," Sam groaned. He shuddered a bit and then remembered what he was doing. "Anyways, I'm gonna go and grab some things. Might come in handy for witch hunting." He gave a small wave and exited the hotel room.
"Boy oh boy, two angels and a Winchester. Things just got interesting," Gabriel snickered.
"Gabriel, what reason do you have for being here?" Castiel asked, facing the archangel.
"Oh, none really." He shrugged. "But whatever."
"Then why don't you leave?" Dean snapped. He took a step forward but his legs gave way from under him.
Gabriel smirked. "Drunk, Dean?"
Castiel approached the fallen hunter and latched onto his arm, hauling him to his feet and dumping him onto the bed. Just as Castiel set Dean down on the bed, he grunted and slipped backwards. Immediately, Gabriel was at his side, keeping him up.
"Cas? What's wrong?" the archangel asked, concerned.
"I don't know, something's odd in here," Castiel stammered, trying to stay up.
"Cas is right. Whatever's happening, I don't know, but I assume it's witches," Dean muttered.
"I don't feel anything," Gabriel said, "I must-" He stopped talking when his whole body went numb. He broke away from Castiel's grip and went tumbling onto the floor. He gasped, trying to get a breath in.
"Oh no. Quick, we gotta find the hex-bag!" Dean shouted. He tried to move from the bed but couldn't. His eyes grew heavy and he slipped into sleep.
Castiel saw the hunter pass out and his struggles to stay awake renewed, but being an angel, he didn't really know how to stay awake, he just did it. Being so inexperienced with it, it was a very strenuous struggle. The force of the weariness weighing down on him was eventually too much, so Castiel slipped into sleep.
Now that Gabriel was the only one left awake, he started to panic just slightly. He couldn't fly off in this state, so he did the next best thing: he called Sam. He fumbled for Dean's phone that was sitting on the dresser and quickly found Sam's number. It rang twice before the younger brother picked up.
"Hello?" Sam answered.
"S-Sam!" Gabriel stuttered, his voice shaky.
"Gabriel?" Now Sam sounded concerned. "Gabriel, what happened?"
"H-hex bag, Samsquatch."
Even in the most dire moments he found humor.
"Listen to me; you need to find it! Look everywhere!"
"I'm afraid that's not gonna happen. Look, I don't have long. I'm. . I'm. . f-falling asl. . ee. . eep. . ."
The call ended and Sam grimaced. He quickly headed back to the hotel and parked the car sideways in the parking lot. He scrambled out of the Impala and dug in his pocket for the room key as he was running up to the door. He unlocked the room and flung the door open.
"Oh, no." Sam quickly raced to his brother first. He grabbed Dean and shook him violently. "Dean! Dean! Wake up, Dean!" There was no response. Panicking, the younger Winchester attempted to wake the angels up. No one moved a muscle.
Sam ran a hand through his mane of hair and blew out a breath, glancing about at the mess he was in. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then he opened them. A shrill scream came out of his mouth.
He was now surrounded by slumbering children.
Gabriel groaned as his eyes opened ever so slightly. Something woke him, but he wasn't sure what it was. The archangel stood up and found that everything around him was much, much larger than him. And Sam must've grown at least two feet since he passed out.
"Gabriel! You're awake?" Sam cried, getting down on his knees. Gabriel glared at the Winchester and attempted to shove him away but only succeeded in pushing himself onto his backside.
"Ow! What the hay, Sam?" Gabriel snapped, voice higher pitched and child-like. He pulled himself to his feet.
"What happened to you guys? You're all children now."
Before he knew what was happening, the archangel was being picked up under the arms. Sam slung Gabriel halfway over his shoulder, one arm holding him up and the other reaching down for Castiel. Gabriel watched from his perch on Sam's shoulder.
Man, it was tall up here.
With Castiel now on his other shoulder, Sam strolled over and set them both on the bed. Dean was picked up as well and set down by them.
They were all wearing the same clothes, if just miniature versions. Gabriel found he was the oldest of them, around ten or eleven, in human years. Castiel was about eight and Dean somewhere around six or so.
Gabriel's golden hair was longer and messier, curling around his ears and down his neck. Castiel's dark hair was much the same. Dean had his typical hair style.
Sam stared down at the three children, his face twisted in worry.
"Gabe, I think we have a problem," he said.
"No, really? Of course this is a problem! I'm no longer big! My vessel is small!" Gabriel wailed. "And to top it off, I'm half human! My powers are at half force! I can feel emotions and pain and regular child stuff!" He crossed his arms and felt tears welling in his eyes. Sam's eyes grew wide and he quickly scooped the little archangel up.
"Oh come on, Gabe, it might not be so bad. I mean, at least somehow you're still able to have your mind," Sam said. Gabriel sniffed.
"An angel's awareness is not connected to the vessel's brain. Unfortunately, now that I can feel child feelings, I'm more prone to whatever human children do."
"That explains a lot. Well, I'm guessing Dean is now going to be a five year old?"
"I think it's six, but eh. I'm not very good with human years."
Sam sighed, head dropping. "Oh man."
I already tried writing this, but with just Castiel, but I edited and deleted some stuff and here we are! I've wanted this for so long. And by the way, thiswillhavecorporalpunishmentinitsoifthatoffendsyouturnbacknow.
Bye!
