Sam waited with Gabriel for the other two children to wake up. So far, from what Sam had figured out from watching the archangel, Castiel and he needed to sleep and eat. Thankfully, Gabriel had said he didn't have the need to use the restroom. So, most likely, neither would Castiel. But Dean was still a human, and therefore was regular.
It was about an hour later when Castiel began to stir. His head filled with dark messy hair lifted, his mouth opening in a yawn. Castiel stretched as he awoke and saw Sam looking down at him.
"I see you've grown," was all the angel said.
"How do you feel?" Sam asked.
"Um, fine. If not a little confused." That's when he saw a child hop onto the foot of the bed.
"Gabriel?" Castiel asked, his eyes wide. He looked to Sam for answers.
"Presumably a witch turned us into children," Gabriel said when Sam struggled to find the words.
"Hex-bag?"
"Didn't find one," Sam finally said, shaking his head. "Gabriel helped me search."
"So what could have caused this? A different spell, a more difficult spell, perhaps?"
Sam shrugged. "If there is, then I don't know what it is."
"And Gabriel can't change us back?" Castiel looked at the archangel.
"Nope. Sorry bro. I'm half-human now, and so are you. That'd take a bit more juice," Gabriel said.
"What about Bobby? Surely he could look."
"Bobby's out and about, working on a case. Vengeful spirit, I think," Sam told him. "But I think I know one person, or should I say thing, that could help us."
Castiel narrowed his eyes. "Are you talking about summoning Crowley?"
Sam nodded.
Sam finalized the spell, waiting for the angels to step back.
"I really don't see why we can't be closer," Gabriel sighed, rolling his eyes. The three children, Dean now awake, sat on the farthest bed away.
"At least I'm not making you stay in the bathroom. Which is where you should be. Even if you are angels, you're only half of what you should be," Sam retorted. He lit a match then threw it into the bowl, finishing the spell. He waited a few moments, eyes narrowed. In a small flash, Crowley was in the demon trap scrawled on the floor. The King of Hell looked down and stamped his foot, growling.
"What in bloody hell do you think you're doin'?!" Crowley snapped.
"Summoning you. And I, um, I need your help," Sam muttered.
Crowley stopped, his eyebrows raising. He tilted his head slightly. "And with what?"
Sam stepped out of the way to show him the two angels and Dean sitting on the bed farthest away. Gabriel glared and stuck out his tongue, while Castiel just stared. As per usual.
Crowley stared, his mouth open, eyes wide. "Is that-?"
Sam shifted uncomfortably. "Yes."
"Hi, Loki," Crowley smirked, waving his hand at Gabriel.
"Go screw a goblin," Gabriel barked.
"Guys, calm down," Sam ordered.
The demon paused, biting his lip. "And what do you want me to do?"
"Can you change them back to adults?"
"Possibly. But what would I get from you?"
Sam brandished the demon knife. "You won't get killed."
Crowley gave Sam a death glare but snapped his fingers. Nothing happened.
"Can't do it. The spell binding them is shielded from any magic other than what did it to 'em. I'm as useless as you are," Crowley informed them.
"Great. Just great," Sam muttered, then turned his attention back to Crowley. "Can you track down what did this?"
"No. I jus' said it's shielded, you dumb moron. And if you don't mind, I've got some business to attend to. If you'd break me out, Moose?" Crowley pointed down at the demon trap. Sam warily bent down and scraped the floor with the knife. Instantly, Crowley was gone.
"Well, that was a bust," Sam grumbled.
"Not exactly," Castiel began, "because now we know it's a shielded spell. That gives us some ideas of who did this."
"And do you have any ideas?" Gabriel asked, one eyebrow raised.
"I, uh. . . No."
"That's what I thought." Gabriel patted Castiel on the shoulder.
"Sam!" Dean started, "I'm hungry! I want to eat!" He crawled off the bed and stood in front of Sam.
Sam smiled slightly, then bent over to pick the six year old up. "Alright, I guess." He bounced Dean in his arms a bit. "What do you guys want to eat?"
"Fast good is fine with me," Gabriel said, already heading towards the hotel room's door, "as long as I get ice cream afterwards." He pulled the door open, fully expecting them to follow. And they did.
"Yes," Sam agreed. "You can get ice cream." After all, Gabriel did have a thing for sweets, as he was still over half Trickster.
"Gabriel, wait for me!" Castiel exclaimed, running towards the elder angel.
"So Samsquatch," Gabriel started, "what do regular children do? I have no idea." He had a chocolate ice cream cone in his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and dragged his tongue over it.
"You're not exactly regular children, so I wouldn't know what to tell you," Sam said. He took a bite of his hamburger.
"Sam! Sam, I have to go to the bathroom," Dean whined, pulling on his brother's shirt sleeve. Sam sighed, then stood up, Dean following.
"I'll be right back. Don't get into any trouble." Sam gave the two angels the "look."
"What are we supposed to do? It's boring," Gabriel complained.
"Play hide-n-seek or something," Sam said, shrugging.
"What's hide-n-seek?"
Sam narrowed his eyes. "You don't know what hide-n-seek is?"
"No," Castiel said.
"Alright, well, one of you hides and then the other goes and looks for them. The seeker counts to a certain number, like twenty or something, and then looks. It's an easy and fun game for kids. Go play in the tunnels and stuff. Go down slides. Whatever." Sam turned around with Dean's hand grasping his.
Gabriel turned to look at his younger brother. "Well? Hide-n-seek?"
"Okay," Castiel agreed. They jumped out of their seats and headed towards the play area.
"'Kay, since I'm the older brother, I'll count. You go hide." Gabriel closed his eyes and began counting out loud. "One, two, three. . ."
Castiel quickly turned around and crawled into the nearest pipe. It was colored bright green and smelt of sweat, but he continued none the less. He decided to take a ladder up into a yellow tube, going past some smaller children hanging about a large plastic window, and into a circular room. The angel cautiously grabbed hold of a ledge and went into a slide entrance. It was dark and he accidentally shocked himself on a bolt. With his advanced hearing, Castiel heard Gabriel coming up the ladder. In a minute, Castiel was down the slide and in the ball pit. Ew.
Very soon, Gabriel came flying down the slide. He landed with a splash of colored balls scattering in a ring around him. Castiel shuffled underneath the balls and waited.
"Gotcha!" Gabriel's hands came down on his shoulders before he yelled and grasped them, pulling him above the surface.
"What happens now? Do you kill me?" Castiel asked.
"Sam said fun. I don't think children kill each other," Gabriel said.
"I guess you're right. But now what?"
"I don't know, wanna play tag?"
"Tag?"
"Castiel, you really need to get out more often. Even I know what tag is."
Thanks for the follows and reviews! Now, since I'm not good with kids, I'll be taking prompts for what happens next! And what you wanna see them get in trouble for~
Because as I said in chapter 1's note, this is going to contain corporal punishment. . . somewhere along the way. . .
But really, prompts. Any ones you want! Can involve feels, Bobby, Crowley, and any character pretty much, as long as it's relative to the story's plot. Just leave a comment or PM me.
Thanks! ;)
