A/N: This is a pet!verse of Supernatural. I have been reading some lately and…I wanted to write one! :D My first Supernatural fan fic, but I have role played as Sam and Castiel, so I will do my best! Hope you all like it. By the way, in this fic both Sam and Dean start off with the appearance of children. If you want to know what that looks like, use Google. Google is your friend. But they will get older, no worries. Also I just kind of put this story name as a filler, if any of you can help me think of a better one let me know! Reviews are love!

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Gabriel/Sam

Rating of chapter: K+. Just fluff in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Warnings: Possible wincest, mpreg, and near-rape in the future, don't like don't read.

Chapter One – Bringing Home the Angels

When Castiel arrived home, he wasn't sure what to expect. His brother, Gabriel, usually had something strange going on. But he never thought he would walk in to two young angels chasing each other around the room while Gabriel sat back watching. One was bigger than the other and had short dirty blonde hair, and from what Castiel could see, green eyes. The other angel was smaller and had floppy brown hair and hazel eyes. They looked a bit alike, possibly brothers. After a few moments of Castiel standing in the doorway, stunned into silence, the angel boys seemed to notice him.

The larger, older-looking one backed the younger into a corner, crouching in front of him in a defensive position to snarl at Castiel. His big green eyes had a fierce, protective look in them, and Castiel held up his hands to show he meant no harm. He didn't want to frighten the small angels, (nor get hurt by them, he wouldn't put it past them) so he placed his bags on the ground, shut the door, and then sat on the floor.

The angel boy watched as the dark haired man sat, staring at him with a piercing gaze. After a few moments he crept closer, stance showing he was still ready to attack. Castiel stayed still and waited. He didn't want to startle the boy. The angel paused about a foot away from Castiel, sniffing the air. The angel seemed to blink in confusion before smiling and moving closer, his face against Castiel's neck. Castiel sat there in shock as the boy began to nuzzle him, sliding onto his lap. He made a happy chirping sound and the younger angel came out of his spot in the corner, coming over to sniff Castiel as well. The smaller angel, however, only nuzzled Castiel's hand before going to crawl onto Gabriel's lap on the couch, who had been surprisingly silent this entire time.

Gabriel stood with a wide smile, holding the young angel in his arms. "Well, he had a better reaction to you than he did to me!"

Castiel looked a bit confused, but pet the creature on his lap anyway. "…Gabriel, why are there angels in the house?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, petting the angel in his arms as he began to purr happily. "I bought them, dummy. They were a package deal, couldn't take one without the other, since they're so young. I figured we needed some pets, and angels are perfect! They're cute, can take care of themselves when we aren't home, and are quite affectionate. Aren't you Sammy?" Gabriel said that last line in a bit of a baby voice, nuzzling his little angel. Sam responded with a happy chirp, nuzzling Gabriel right back. "The one you have is named Dean, by the way. Troublesome little one, he is. But he seems to like you a lot."

Castiel looked down at Dean, cuddled on his lap. The angel was making happy sounds, eyes closed and small white wings wrapping around Castiel and himself. "Dean?" The angels head shot up when his name was said, eyes bright and happy. He seemed pleased that Castiel knew his name, nuzzling under his chin. Castiel smiled a little, rubbing the angels back. He could get used to this.

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As Castiel went about doing his chores in the house, Dean followed close behind him like a lost puppy. It confused Castiel, but he didn't question it. He assumed that Sam would be doing the same to Gabriel…that is, if Gabriel would put Sam down. He seemed to enjoy carting his little angel around, carrying him everywhere he went. The angel didn't seem to mind one bit, wrapping his arms, legs, and wings around the brown-haired human.

Gabriel and Castiel had a tradition that they would do something together every day. Today was movie day. Both of them were sitting on the couch, their respective angels lying across their laps. As Castiel looked at the Tv he ran his fingers through Deans soft hair, causing the angel to coo happily. Gabriel ran his hands up and down Sam's chest and stomach, lightly tickling him occasionally and causing Sam to giggle.

"Gabriel…" Castiel said during a commercial break, turning to look at his brother. "How old are they, anyway?"

"Well, Sam appears to be about eight right now. Dean looks twelve. They're four years apart, and they are half-brothers…" Gabriel let his hands stroke Sam's dark brown wings gently. "Sam is part demon. That is why his wings are darker, while Deans are white. They consider themselves full brothers though, since when Sam was born he lived with Deans mother and father." He lowered his voice to a whisper, so the sleepy angels wouldn't hear. "Both of them passed away though, so Dean is very protective of Sam."

Castiel smiled as he saw Dean drift off in his lap. "Do they grow quickly?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yes. They do grow quickly, but they live a long time. They should be fully grown in only a few months…maybe a year. I'm not sure." He shrugged and lifted Sam up as the credits rolled onto the screen. "Well, this little guy is asleep. I'm bringing him to bed."

Castiel tilted his head. "Did you buy beds for them?"

Gabriel shook his head, walking to the doorway of his room. "Nope. Sammy is sleeping with me." With a large smile Gabriel went into his room, closing the door with his foot. Castiel watched him go then looked down at Dean, wondering what to do. He could just leave him here on the couch. 'But…' Castiel smiled gently down at the sleeping angel. 'He looks so cute. I don't want to leave him alone. What harm would it be to let him sleep in my room? Just for tonight, then I'll get him his own bed.' With that thought in mind, he lifted the surprisingly light Dean and carried him into his room, laying down on the bed with him and falling asleep.