Dean's Babysitting Hell - Chapter 1
Well my friend and I were up late talking about Supernatural. Through a bizarre series of events, we got talking about how there should be an episode where Sam, Cas, and Gabriel all get turned into babies/children, and Dean has to take care of them. And then she suggested I write a fic for it and . . . yeah. This happened.
I don't own Supernatural.
Chapter 1
It was a normal afternoon in the bunker. Dean was sitting on the couch, flipping through the latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties. Castiel was in the shower, and Dean was struggling to keep his mind off his friend, who had recently become a bit more than that. Of course, no one knew – it was a secret that both of them guarded with their lives. Since the Enochian symbols had been engraved into Dean's ribs, preventing other angels from finding him, they were also unaware of his . . . feelings for the angel. He knew that Sam probably suspected – his brother knew Dean better than the older Winchester liked to admit. He also suspected that Gabriel had his own suspicions. Ever since the archangel had started hanging around Sam so much, he had been a royal pain in Dean's ass. It was almost as if he could see through Dean's carefully molded mask that usually protected him from such accusations. His only leverage was that he was pretty sure that Gabriel had a thing for Sam. If Gabriel told anyone what he suspected about Dean and Castiel, Dean would reveal what he thought about him and his little brother.
The only other person that might suspect anything was Crowley.
And that just pissed Dean off.
At least he trusted Sam enough to keep it to himself, and he knew that Gabriel wouldn't put his own little secret in jeopardy. He was the only one that could freely tell the truth. Dean could vow to get his revenge, but there was really nothing he could do to hurt the King of Hell.
But if only Dean knew that the King of Hell had no interest in gossiping about Dean's sexuality and Castiel's sexual exploits with a human male. No, instead, he had something else planned for the older Winchester brother.
Dean heard the shower stop, and turned the page of his skin mag. He knew that Cas was probably stepping out of the shower right now, and his body was dripping wet. He took a deep breath and closed the magazine, tossing it on the coffee table two feet away. He heard Sam making a small ruckus in the kitchen as he got something out of the cabinets. The boy was practically a bull in a china shop – always breaking, bumping, or destroying things. Whatever it was, it was probably food for his little "date", as Dean had jokingly called it. Gabriel was coming over later – sooner than later, in fact. Why Sam took such a great interest in preparing dinner for the angel, Dean would never know. In fact, he didn't want to know. He was happier not knowing. He liked thinking that his brother's anal virginity was still intact.
A knock sounded on the door. Dean started to get up, but before he could even stand, Sam was at the door, smoothing out his flannel shirt. Dean snickered as Sam brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and opened the door.
"Hey, Sasquatch," Gabe said in greeting. He patted Sam on the arm and gave him a bright smile.
Dean watched them quietly, and nearly choked on his own spit as Gabriel materialized a bouquet of flowers out of thin air. "This place needs some brightening up," Gabriel said, stepping inside. "And I say – what is brighter than some flowers?" He turned to survey the bunker and stopped when he saw Dean. "Oh. Hello Deano."
"Gabe," Dean answered stiffly.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Cas appeared clad only in a white towel that hung loosely around his waist. His hair was still dripping from the shower, and there were still some water droplets running along his chest and shoulders. Dean gulped. Why did Cas had to come out now?
What happened next, happened in a millisecond – all Dean had to do was blink, and it was finished. And that is what he did. Dean blinked – closed his eyes for a split second – and when they opened, Sam, Cas, and Gabriel were gone from his line of sight. Dean lowered his gaze and there they were.
Gabriel had been transformed into a young child that looked to be around four of five years old. He had a light brown, almost caramel-colored hair that hung in his eyes. The clothes he had been wearing as an adult were either pooled around him, or hanging loosely from his body. Next to him was a very young Sam who looked to be about a year old, maybe younger. He looked the same as he had all those years ago when Dean carried him out of their house back in Lawrence. His oversized flannel shirt was all that covered his body – everything else in messy pile around him. Castiel was standing on the threshold of the bathroom, completely naked. He looked to be about three years old.
Dean looked back and forth between his three friends that had recently become three children. "What the hell is going on here?!"
Somewhere down in Hell, the King was laughing.
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