Angels in the kitchen
Chapter One: The wish of a little boy
"Angels will always watch over you, Dean." A beautiful blonde woman tells her baby boy in the privacy of their home. It is not as private as they would believe, however, the blue eyed angel looking down at them muses.
It's a phrase parents tell their children to ease the mind of their child or themselves. What they don't know is that it's more or less true. In heaven angels are categorized as cherubs, warrior angels, and archangels. Now that hell has been sealed, for centuries with no problems, angels have decided to help people with their problems. Cherubs obviously stick to being cupids, helping people with their love lives as they always have. Archangels have went from being the messengers of god's work, to the delivery men of god's help. They arrange which angels help which humans, occasionally going down for very important activities, such as meeting to keep peace with other gods.
Last, but not least, is warrior angels. They have spent their lives devoted to god and his orders, fighting and killing without mercy or a second thought. Now, however, they are stuck taking care of human's pleas. They watch them, help them, but all within reason for their father does not want to interrupt in human's free will. Most warrior angels have adapted quite well to this new job, helping people wonderfully.
Castiel, however, is not most angels. He was excellent in the battlefield, a true warrior who followed his father's rules exactly. Now that he is in charge of people's happiness, however, he is slipping. Because of this Gabriel, the archangel he is under, does not give him many wishes to help with. In fact, he has made it a point to give Castiel the 'bad' people, because he knows it will go wrong. He loves Gabriel, and he knows Gabriel does it for his own benefit. Those wishes are regarded as optional so whether done correctly or not it doesn't matter to anyone.
It never ceases to amaze Castiel just how fast human's lives go by. In what seems like the blink of an eye, the baby he glanced upon has turned twenty-one, the golden haired woman and her husband have passed away in a car crash, leaving the once happy baby in charge of a new baby. In fact, his three year old brother, Sam as he heard in passing, has just made a wish.
"Pretty angels in the sky," The small voice calls, catching Castiel's attention, "Please help my big brother. He is so scared and overwhelmed." Sam explains in his prayer, earning Castiel's respect. This child is smart. Insanely smart for a three year old. "Please find a way to help him." As Castiel watches the little boy pray over his little bed, his tiny hands laced together and his eyes tightly shut, a hand comes and lands on the angel's shoulder.
"Cassie!" Gabriel calls, grinning at him, "It looks to me like you just found your next job."
Castiel's eyes widen and he looks over at Gabriel, "I could not do that. They are good people, Gabriel, I cannot-!"
Gabriel smiles, holding both of Castiel's shoulders firmly, "You will do this. Not only will you do this, you will do this well."
Castiel frowns, "I am not sure, the only way to help in this instance would be to be some form of caretaker. That is not an angel's job."
Gabriel laughs, "That is exactly our job now. We have nothing to fight anymore, Castiel, you are simply an angel here to guide and help the humans. It is our father's wish."
Castiel reluctantly nods, "I understand. I shall go to their home and…take care of them."
A mischievous glint in Gabriel's eyes tells Castiel he is going to regret this, but at the moment he is too nervous to wonder what his brother has planned. "Now, calm down and get down there." Gabriel says, grabbing his younger brother and pushing him into the portal to earth.
It takes a moment for Castiel to catch his bearings, his large black wings stretching out and flexing as he swoops down and lands in the child's room. "Hello, Sam." Castiel says and the child gasps.
"An angel!" Sam exclaims, running up to him, his wide brown eyes staring at Castiel in awe. "Can…can I touch your wings?"
Castiel stares at the child curiously, "…You…may." He answers before the boy rushes over in a blur and begins running his tiny fingers through the coal black wings spread out in his room.
"They're so soft!" Sam says, smiling at Castiel, "I've never felt anything so soft!"
"Angel wings need to be soft, for god gave us human flesh which makes us sensitive to normal feathers." Castiel explains as the small child buries his face in the feathers, making the angel flush. Wings are a sensitive thing that only get touched in the most intimate times, a child playing with them is strange when they are not your own.
"What's your name, mister angel?" Sam asks, smiling up at him from the feathers his face is in.
"Castiel." He answers, placing a hand on the small boy's head. "Where is your brother?" Castiel asks and Sam frowns.
"Do…you need to see him?"
"I am here to help him, I believe meeting him is imperative to that wish."
The little boy pulls away from Castiel's wings and looks up at him sadly, "Can you wait until tomorrow? You can sleep in here," Sam smiles, pointing to his bed, "With me!"
Castiel stares at the small bed with turtles who seemingly perform martial arts on it, "I cannot fit on this." He says and looks down at Sam, "And human rules dictate that a strange man in a little child's room is cause for panic."
Sam frowns, "But you're an angel. You have wings."
"Where is your brother?" Castiel asks and Sam crosses his arms, pouting.
"The living room." Sam grumbles, "He'll be in here soon to tuck me in."
"SAM!" A tall brunette whom Castiel recognized to be the twenty-one year old Dean, screams. He pulls out a pocket knife and charges at the angel, ramming the knife into his chest.
Castiel looks at him confused for a moment, unsure of how a human can actually stab an angel with no problem. He stares into the frightened green eyes looking down at him and wraps a hand around the one Dean is holding the knife with to move it from his chest, "Hello, Dean."
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks in masked horror, reaching out to pull Sam behind himself.
"My name is Castiel," He begins, "I am an angel of the lord."
"Bullshit. Why would an angel be in our house now? If anything you should have made yourself useful months ago." Dean hisses and Castiel frowns.
"We cannot interfere with what should happen." He explains, "We can only help with the aftermath."
Sam smiles up at Dean, "I called him, Dean."
"WHY?" Dean yells, making Sam back away.
"I…I want you happy." Sam explains, "You're not happy."
Castiel nods, "It is true, he is not." He agrees, earning him a harsh look from Dean.
"What the hell do you know, angel freak?" Dean hisses, "Why do you need to be here anyways? Send me a hot nanny and everything will be fine."
Castiel raises a brow, "How…would a woman who has a temperature help make you happy?" He asks, genuinely confused at the way humans minds work.
"Are you serious?" Dean asks, looking to Sam, "Is he serious?"
Sam smiles at Castiel, "I like him."
Dean rolls his eyes, "You would." Groaning, he walks over to Castiel and goes behind him before taking a hold of his wings and yanking.
Castiel shudders and lets out a strangled sound he's not familiar with, but it effectively makes Dean jump back, so apparently it worked. "P-please do not touch those like that." He mumbles, catching his breath.
"Don't be mean to Castiel's wings!" Sam whines, running over to Castiel and trying to reach where Dean touched, thankfully unable to.
"Please do not teach there, Sam." Castiel says and Sam stops, settling for wrapping a lower feather around in his little hand.
"Sorry."
"It is alright."
Dean looks torn between yanking Sam's hand away from Castiel's wings and never approaching them again before he settles on simply crossing his arms, "What the hell was that?"
"Angel's wings are sensitive." Castiel explains, "They are an intimate part of an angel that only family are allowed to touch in this way," He says, motioning to Sam's light touches, "Admittedly most angels do not react much to the contact, but I do not get touched on the wings ever."
Dean stares at him, "So it's your sweet spot."
Castiel raises a brow, "…They are my wings."
"Whatever, can't you, I don't know, put them away?" Dean asks and Castiel nods.
"If that is what you want." He says, retracting his wings into his back, making Sam frown.
"They're gone…" Sam mumbles.
"I will take them out at a later time." Castiel assures him.
"Like hell you will." Dean huffs, "You won't be here 'at a later time'."
Sam looks up at Dean with wide sad eyes, "But Dean…I want Castiel to stay." He pouts and Dean groans, looking away.
"Fine. Fine. He can stay a week." Dean grumbles.
"I must stay for as long as necessary." Castiel says, "No matter when you wish for me to leave."
Dean looks at him annoyed, "I can let Sam get away with stuff, because he is adorable. You, however, are far less adorable, so stop fucking talking."
Castiel furrows his brows, "I am a warrior of god. I am in no way adorable."
Sam smiles up at Castiel, "Castiel is adorable." He says before looking to Dean, "Right?"
Dean twitches a little, "He's some weird-ass twenty year old angel. None of that is adorable."
"I am far older than twenty." Castiel says, "My appearance has been that of a twenty year old for centuries."
"Dean likes twenty year old brunettes!" Sam points out and Castiel looks to Dean.
"Really? That will be helpful."
"Not. This. One." Dean grumbles, "So is the angel staying in our house?"
"I am." Castiel answers, "If that is alright."
"I don't fucking care anymore. Go sleep on the couch." Dean groans before Sam makes a noise of protest and grabs onto Castiel's sleeve.
"Castiel will sleep here!" Sam insists, "I'm gonna have a sleepover with the angel!"
Castiel looks down at him curiously, "I still do not believe I will fit on your bed."
"Fort! We can build a fort!" Sam suggests, now bouncing on his heels. "Blankets and pillows, Dean! Please!"
Dean raises a brow and looks between Sam and a highly confused Castiel, "I don't like this…but if we keep this guy I am not letting him out of my sight, so make room for me in that fort, too." He says decidedly, making Sam cheer.
"Blankets! Pillows!" Sam exclaims, dragging Castiel out of the room and through a hallway to a large closet, "Grab all of them!"
"There is a lot, are you sure we need them all?" Castiel asks, unsure of what all of these things can do to make a fort.
"Yeah! Yeah! Come one!" Sam giggles, grabbing a bunch of them and running to his room.
"This will take too much time if I use the human way of transportation…" Castiel mumbles before he begins zapping armloads of blankets and pillows into Sam's room.
"Whoa! Dean! Look!" Sam gasps and Dean slouches on the bed as his little brother and a strange angel set up a pillow and blanket fort in the bedroom. When they are done, Castiel stares at the large fort in confusion.
"How is this a fort? Any enemy could easily penetrate it." Castiel observes and Sam smiles.
"It's not for fights, it's for fun! Come inside, come inside!" He says, ushering him into the fort where they are quickly met with Dean who pointedly sits between them.
"This is very well made." Castiel admits, looking around the large fort, "You would have been a worthy ally in a battle."
"Cool!" Sam laughs before looking at Dean, "Turn off the lights!"
"Yeah, yeah, you want me to turn on your stars as well?" Dean asks, crawling out of the fort.
"Yeah! Stars!"
Castiel grows more confused, "Stars do not form in the house…you are making no sense." He mumbles before the room grows dark, save for small spots of lights viewable through the blanket. "Those are not stars."
Sam pouts, "They are my stars!"
"Stars are made of helium and hydrogen, two very hot gases. Not light from a light bulb." Castiel points out and Sam huffs.
"They are my stars!"
"They are not stars."
Sam grabs a pillow and hits Castiel in the face, "Yes they are!"
"Just agree with him." Dean groans.
"But…they are not…" Castiel mumbles as he tries to smooth out his hair, before he remembers something. As a child, Gabriel allowed Castiel to believe the stars were made of candy and flowers to make him happy. Castiel has not dealt with children before, so perhaps allowing them illusions is the way to go. "…They are not just your stars." He begins, gaining the brothers attentions, "They are Dean's as well, correct?"
Sam smiles, "Yeah!"
The three of them stay in their weak fort, where Dean reads to Sam and Castiel, both equally enthralled. Castiel has read the history, and present state, of earth but he has never heard stories of talking toys going on adventures with their human caretaker. He has only been on earth for a few hours, but he already likes it more than he expected. Humans are strange in many ways, but they are admittedly warm and kind people.
"Castiel lie down next to me!" Sam says excitedly and Castiel obeys, lying down beside him. "Can you take out your wings?" He asks, looking to Castiel with those brown eyes even he is finding a hard time saying no to. "I made sure it was big enough for them!"
Castiel nods and flexes his wings, allowing them to come out and brush over Sam's face. The two of them soon fall asleep like that, Dean still reading.
Looking at the scene before him, Dean twitches, "My god, heaven sent me a baby in a trench coat." He grumbles, "Some help he's going to be."
A/N: A new story! Since the other one is only one chapter from completion. I am aware Sam's speech is a bit sophisticated for a three year old...but I'm going to use the excuse he is a really smart kid.