Just something that came to mind while surfing Spotify.. Hope you like it!
AN: So, in this Bobby is not dead, he is in fact very much a live! And The whole Cage thing never happened either!
OH! I almost forgot! And Chuck is God. But thats already common knowledge!
Dean sure as hell wasn't expecting this when he had woken up this morning.
Sam either.
Nor Bobby.
Let it be said that none of the resident hunters were expecting the awaiting sight for them when they had entered Bobby's kitchen.
That sight was one of Castiel, the trench-coated still-trying-to-understand-humanity-angel, serving children of all beings breakfast. Dean got over his shock at the two new visitors and made his way into the room, sniffing at the sizzling skillet on the stove.
"Cas, man I didn't know you knew how to cook!"
"Way to see the real issue here Dean"
Sam was over his initial shock as well it seemed.
"Cas, please don't tell me they are yours."
Castiel looked up from where he was piling chocolate products on top of the twin sized pancakes.
Dean looked over his shoulder at the two tykes sitting at the counter eyeballing the food waiting for them Dean got too close it seemed as he was stopped by a low snarling sound coming from the two tykes feet. Castiel spoke up, didn't move to stop the mutt should he jump at Dean, but spoke up in a shaky sort of voice.
"Fenris enough, he is no harm to you nor your brothers"
Laying there, on the floor, as if protecting the two tykes was a large wolf-dog. German Shepard maybe. Still snarling at Dean, the look in its eyes making it seem as if it was warning Dean to take another step, come on do it. One of the two tykes glanced away from his teeth rooting meal and lightly kicked the animal in the snout.
"Stop it Fenny, Daddy saids to be nice"
Dean found he couldn't look away as he was sure that the beast was going to bite off the offending appendage any moment now. Sam looked away, and back again, at the giggle the child emitted as the beast yapped playfully and licked at the tiny toes hanging in its face. The boy giggled and withdrew his foot immediately.
The beast of a dog laid its head back down, but continued on glaring at Dean as the hunter went to lean against the opposite counter. Castiel brought the two plates over to the tykes and the dug in, rather messily, but happily. The adults in the room took a moment to watch them eat, before Castiel turned on the hunters and suddenly it was down to business.
"Cas are they your angelbabies?"
Castiel didn't look amused, nor the kiddos at the counter, and if Dean didn't know any better he would swear that the mutt on the floor gave him an exasperated look too. The two tykes finished their meals and hopped down from their stools. The tiny brunette stumbled as he landed but was quickly steadied by the mutt who had stood up faster then thought possible. Tiny green eyes (eerily familiar green eyes that Sam and Dean would note that they should have noticed sooner) peered up at Castiel curiously, the trench cat wearing angel nodded absentmindedly.
Snapping their fingers, the pajamas immediately turned into matching green jumpers.
They grinned at each other and ran out, past Bobby (who everyone had forgot was in the room), to the back door with the monstrous mutt behind them.
"To answer your question, No they are not mine. They are Gabriel's sons, as is the wolf. He would like me to ask you to watch over them for him. Oh yes, I almost forgot," Castiel paused and reached into his pocket pulling out a small envelope, he glanced at the name on the back and handed it over to the Winchesters,"He asked me to give this to you"
Dear Freakchesters,
Hold back the tears I know your shedding for me, I'm not as dead as you thought. But I am in a bit of a predicament and need you two dunderheads to do me a favor. If your reading this then that means that Cas has found you and you've formally met my little Pride and Joys. The little kiddos are my kiddos, Jackie and Danny Nolan, or Lokison if you're in the type of circle.
Anywho, I'll come back for them in a bit, after the 'issue' has passed.
Since I'm leaving you with my Pride and Joy I must let you know some things. If anything, and I mean anything, happens to my little boys it will be on your heads. I'm serious, do you have any idea what it means to have one of Heaven's princes as you enemy, let me be the one to tell you that it does not end well for that party.
One more thing buckos, Jackie loves his Uncle Lucy (and vise versa) so don't be surprised if that Devil of a Man pays my little man a visit (see what I did there don't tell him I said that by the way he's not finding them a funny as I do).
Alrighty thats it boys.
WAIT! I almost forgot, the dog who Dean keeps referring to as a mutt is my son as well, Fenris, he's, something (Me and his mother don't get on very well) but he's watching out for his brothers and updating me on everything that happens, so make sure his reports are boring Boys, or you'll regret it.
Keep it shaking (and have my kiddos in bed by 8),
The best Trickster in the Business AKA Gabriel
"No Cas absolutely not"
"Dean you can not ignore a request from an Archangel"
"Watch me"
So that was how Sam found himself playing outside with two kids. Two very powerful, but not completely in control kids, who had the power of an archangel and a trickster god.
It was 7:45 in the evening when Sam finally came trudging back into the house, covered in dirt, and tired as all get out. He crashed down on the couch beside his brother and ran a hand over his face. Dean simply looked up at him from cleaning his gun.
"Busy day?"
Sam looked unamused at Dean's attempt at humor, "Dean, they are monsters, monsters with an extra boost of power, monsters who have no control over the power they wield"
"That's why I'm here"
Both spun towards the voice, the gun in Dean's hands clicking back into place, loaded and ready.
They were met with the twin monsters in matching green silk pajamas, Jackie on the strangers back and Danny standing on their foot arms wrapped around his thigh, and the bluest eyes that either hunter had ever seen.
The blonde haired blue eyed man stepped out of the shadows with the mutt at his heels.
Uncle Lucy had arrived.
Soo? Should I continue or leave it as a oneshot?