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Loki, the Trickster, continues his torment of Brooklyn and Brady as he decides to shake things up for them…Brooklyn has to referee between two of the youngsters…

As soon as they heard the sounds of crying, Brooklyn groaned as she covered her face with her hands. She knew Loki was responsible for this new twist on his sick joke. It was pretty sad when someone was getting their rocks off by making little kids cry. Standing up she and Brady headed down the hall to see what the commotion was all about. Little Dean was sound asleep, oblivious to the fact that the other two were making good use of their lungs. Little Sam was sitting up his face red and making excellent use of his tiny lungs. Little Castiel was up as well but about two notches lower on the volume. Brady leaned over and picked up Little Sam who continued to announce to the world his displeasure of being woke up. Brooklyn had an easier time as once he was in her arms Little Castiel was quiet but awake.

"How come you get the good one and I have the one that insists on testing his lung's capabilities?"Brady whined. Brooklyn only grinned from ear to ear as she looked at the bundle with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes staring up at here. Sitting in the chair she made her and her charge comfortable letting him rest his head on her shoulder. Brady continued to pace around trying to get Little Sam to turn down the volume but to no avail. Brooklyn laughed to herself as she noted the look of frustration on her friend's face. Brady did not give up as eventually Little Sam finally ran out of steam and relaxed.

"We need to get Loki to change them back. And I think I may know how" Brooklyn said as Brady saw the gears turning in her head. He knew she had an idea but what he did not know and maybe he did not want to know either. Brooklyn leaned back in the chair and eventually fell asleep with Little Cas. Brady smiled at the scene. How Norman Rockwell he thought. Seeing his own bundle of joy was back asleep, he put him in back in bed with his brother and got some much needed rest himself.

Breakfast proved to be a challenge. Little Dean was up bright and early and made it known to the rest of the house. He ran around the house yelling at the top of his lungs that everyone needed to get up his was hungry. "WAKE UP!!! TIME TO WAKE UP!!! I'M HUNGRY!!! FEED ME!! FEED ME!! FEED ME!!!" Brooklyn stirred on the chair not wanting to wake up Little Cas. Brady marched down the hallway following Little Dean's voice. Brady, locating the two legged alarm clock, grabbed a hold of the tiny terror and looked him straight in the eye. "Dean, you are going to wake up your brother and Cas. I will get you something to eat. Go to the living room and sit quietly okay?" "You're not my dad!" and with that he kicked Brady in the shin and ran down the hall picking up where he left off. When Brooklyn got a hold of him he listened to her. "Dean Winchester, you listen to me, you will not run around screaming bloody murder and wake your brother and Cas up. Now go sit down and watch TV and Brady will make something. Do you understand?" Her voice firm yet gentle. Little Dean nodded his head but his eyes said something entirely. Glaring at her he went into the living room and turned on the Cartoon Network. She let out a sigh of frustration as Brady finally made it to the kitchen.

"This is going to be a long day, Brook" Reading his friend's mind. She could only nod as he busied himself preparing breakfast for the kids. Brooklyn went to get Little Sam up. As she entered the room, she saw he was awake and looking at her. She sat on the bed and realized that he was so small and vulnerable in this form. "Hey, Sammy, you want some oatmeal?" She asked the little guy on the bed. He nodded and she went down and picked him up and brought him to the living room seating him next to Little Cas. Bad move.

No sooner she turned around she heard a smacking sound followed by a piercing wail echoing through the house. She spun around and saw Little Sam smacking Little Cas on the head causing the mini angel to wail out. "Samuel! What is the matter with you!? You do not hit Cas!" She swooped in and gathered the little crying angel in her arms looking at where Little Sam had struck him. There was an angry red mark where a little hand had met Little Cas's head. Brady ran in hearing the commotion. "What happened?!"

"Sam decided to wake up Cas his way. I'm not sure if this is Loki's doing or maybe Sam doesn't like Cas. All I know is we need to keep them apart or keep a close eye on them. This is the second time he's assaulted Cas. If this keeps up Sam may end up hurting him badly" She looked down at Cas stroking the dark mass of hair and kissing him on the forehead. Little Cas seemed to respond as he settled down but the tears were still falling from his eyes. What had gotten into Sam? Brooklyn began to suspect maybe being young they reverted back to certain behaviors. Well not on her watch.

As she attempted to put Little Cas down, he would not budge. He kept his little arms wrapped tight around her neck. "Cas, you need to let go, sweetie. I can't hold you all the time. I won't let Sam hurt you again."

Reluctantly the little seraph loosened his death grip and sat on the chair. "Sam…Bad…Hurt…Me" Little Cas said looking up with wide blue eyes that looked at her pleadingly. She turned to Little Sam who sat on the couch arms crossed. His bottom lip jutted out as he pouted. She kneeled down next to the frowning child. "Sam. Sam. Samuel. Why did you hit Cas? It's not nice to hit other people." Little Sam remained in his position only his eyes moving to look at her. He turned his head and met her eyes. "I dunno…I wanted to" He replied. Brooklyn wondered if it had anything to do with Azazel's blood running through him. Cas was an angel and Sam was part demon. It would make sense. She rubbed her eyes with thumb and index finger not sure what to do. She couldn't keep them apart 24/7. Little Sam would have to just be nice to Little Cas. She looked back up at the frowning boy as she spoke "You need to be nice to Cas, Sam. He has not done anything to hurt you. Do you understand?"

Little Sam slowly nodded his head. "Good. Now tell Cas you are sorry for hitting him. Go on." She pushed Little Sam to Little Cas. Little Sam pressed his lips and glared at Little Cas. "I'm…Sorry…Cas…" He said really softly. "See? Was that so bad, Sam? Ok now breakfast is ready so let's all go eat." Taking two tiny tots with each hand, she led the boys into the kitchen as Little Dean soon took a seat. Brooklyn hoped that nothing would happen. But as the old saying goes wish in one hand and……

The first five minutes were quiet as the three boys ate. Little Dean seemed to enjoy the meal Brady had prepared. He looked over at the man and smiled a very sweet smile. Brady smiled right back at him. "Want some more?" Little Dean nodded yes "Please, Brady?" Grinning, Brady went to get him some more. Brooklyn watched the other two like a hawk. She wasn't sure who would make the first move but she was going to do everything in her power to stop it. Little Cas waited for the right moment. For Brook to turn around or break contact with him. "Hey, Brook, you want some more fruit?" Brooklyn turned to answer. That was when Little Cas struck. Scooping up a large heap of oatmeal he launched it at Little Sam, covering the little guy in oatmeal and fruit. Little Sam puckered his lips and retaliated by launching his own attack. Little Cas ducked as the oatmeal missile landed on the floor with a splat. Brooklyn turned around to see Little Sam covered in oatmeal and Little Cas with a look of innocence on his face. He couldn't fool her. She knew he did it. Getting up she grabbed a towel to wipe Little Sam down. Doing so, though, opened up another opportunity for Little Cas. Finding several pieces of fruit, he threw them across the table at Little Sam hitting him square between the eyes. Little Sam cried out in frustration and anger as he was under attack. Brooklyn spun around to see the last piece of fruit leave Little Cas's hand and find its target.

"Castiel! You do not throw food at Sam!" As she lectured the mini angel Little Sam decided to pay Little Cas back by throwing the whole bowl at him. But the bowl ended up hitting Brooklyn square on the back covering her shirt in mushy, wet, hot, and fruit mixed breakfast delight. She looked at Little Sam as he sat there, a little evil grin crossing his lips. Little Dean kept eating in silence. He was finding the whole thing entertaining to say the least.

After the breakfast from Hell, Brady saw to bathing and dressing the boys as Brooklyn cleaned up the kitchen. This animosity between Little Cas and Little Sam was getting crazy. They had to get Loki to reverse the spell or she would find a spell to make him their babysitter! Maybe then he would not find the whole thing so funny. Seeing the kitchen was back together, she went to shower and clean up.

Loki watched the whole family meal go South and laughed so hard that he thought he would wet himself. This was just too good to stop now. Watching the younger ones was a treat all its own. He decided to let the thing play out some more….

Wow! Sam and Cas have declared war on each other! Dean is the only smart one and behaving. Well let's just say next chapter Cas will give new meaning to the phrase Holy Terror as he ups the ante against Sam's Reign of Horror. Reviews are love!