Title: Babysitting Angels
Word count: 925
Summary:
With everything at bay, the Winchester's thought they would deal with something deathly soon but not this. Until God decided to come back just to dump as many angels on them as possible. Even the archangels!
Notes: Thank you for stopping by to read my story. This is my story in this platform under this name, so please forgive any mistakes you see, but I have plushed a few chapters in Quotev if you're interested. Please review and tell me what you think.
Chapter 1
Dean was dreaming of paradise when the sound of a buzzing phone woke him to the real world view. His body screamed in protest as he was once more sleeping in the wooden chair of the library. All he did the past three days were wasted on looking on a case and only to find out someone else killed it. Which meant being called in the middle of three a.m wasn't his best moment. A quick glance at the caller and threw in a small breath.
"Cas, I thought we discuss the whole four hours of sleep thing," His voice was deeper than usual thanks to the achol, and the familiar gravel voice responded.
"I apologize but Dean is an emergency," The panic of his voice was the thing that kept his mind from falling asleep, as he stood from the chair.
"Cas? Why are you calling me in the middle of -"
"Please Dean, I'm outside the bunker, I'm in need of assistance." He heard in the background people talking, but being so early and barely having any time to sleep, his brain was slow.
With great annoyance he walked away from his precious chair, and into the staircase. He thought of coffee, until he remembered again why he was up. It took a while but he was standing outside the door of the bunker, blinking at the sight in front of him.
There was Castiel, with other people who looked like they just saw a ghost, and the archangels were standing right behind them. His sleepy state of mind could only stare.
"Alright I'll get the gun." Before he could turn tail and get his gun, Castiel stepped in.
"Dean please let me explain." Castiel stated and Dean blinked. He was too damn tired to protest, but his mind was staring to become alert.
"Father wanted to teach angels something from humanity and he was strictly clear of what he wanted. Dean I don't know where else to go and you and Sam are my only friends here, please hear me out." Before Dean could respond with a snarky comment, the apparently-not-dead archangel Gabriel stood in.
"Dean-o! It's so good to see you little ball of angst! How you been? Love the new look by the way,"He stared at the archangel until he turned to Castiel.
"Cas, why the hell are the archangels still breathing?" Dean blinked at him and looked behind him to see somewhat familiar figures edging away from the archangels.
"This is my problem Dean. I- I don't know where else to go," Dean sighed and looked behind him. Sam was still fast asleep to not come out to see what was all about.
"So angels turned human?" Sleep, why was it so hard to have?
"Yes, please Dean." With another sigh and a last glance he turned his back and walked right into the bunker, leaving the door open for them to follow. Sam was still asleep across the table with his laptop still open. He walked towards him and slam the laptop shut close making Sam jump with his gun out.
"Dean? What the hell?!" Sam's hair was all over the place, like his. And before he could answer him, the mysterious group of strangers walked into his view, Sam quickly raised his gun, but because of the lack of sleep for the past three days, his hands were shaky and his vision was no better.
"Sam meet people, people meet Sam. Archangels turn human, and those people I don't know. I'm going to sleep now." Before Dean could escape this nightmare, Castiel grabbed his shoulder.
"Dean, these "people" are angels who have never had true interactions with humans, and were turned human overnight. Please at least hear them out." His attention was now on the people awkwardly behind Castiel, painfully obviously not knowing what to do. They did look some how familiar. Sam then stepped right into his bubble
"Dean who are these people? Are those the archangels?! Is that Lucifer?!" Sam whispered-yelled into his ear.
"I have no clue who they are, I trust Cas. And yes those douche archangels who I want to murder right after I have some sleep." He whispered-yelled right back. Castiel stepped in again, but this time Dean backed off.
"Castiel, I'm hungry, tired, and in desperate in need of sleep. Sam here will do all the talking while I sleep. Sounds good?" Sam gave him the bitchest bitch-face he could master. He held out his palm and gave him a daring look.
"Seriously Sam? What are we five?" He rolls his eyes and held out his palms, he knew that he wasn't going to be beaten in a stupid, rock,scissors game.
And that's how he got stuck on the library with the human-angels, while Sam slept away in his own damn bed. Fan-friggin'-tastic