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This chapter has been updated as of: 2/27/2015

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"You boys better get here quick, they're drivin' me insane- Gabriel, you put that blow torch down or I'll come over there and grab you by the ears!"

Dean chuckled as Bobby continued snapping on Gabe over the phone, "God bless, I swear I got sixty more stress wrinkles and gray hairs 'cause of these boys… Castiel! You get down from that pile of cars! You're going to clip your wings or somethin'!"

"We're already on our way back, Bobby. It just took a little longer than expected because the spirit was attached to some fountain pen after we burned the bones. It took forever to find."

"Well I'll find that spirit and give a piece of my mind for making you two ijits take longer than necessary! Oi! You lay a finger on that hammer and you'll be praying for your ass to stop achin' for weeks!"

Sam laughs as the phone call ends, "Seems like Bobby's at his limit."

Dean smiles, "Can you really blame him?"

"Not really... You know, I'm kind of wonderin' how tall they are now," Sam murmurs offhandedly.

"No doubt they have to at least seem eight or nine now. We've been gone for five days, at least."

They remained silent after that, and the Impala was still heading towards Bobby's scrap yard. When they arrived, however, they could hear Bobby yelling at the two angels - the brothers decided that they were telling the truth - about how they should not ever disobey him again.

Castiel was pouting when they walked in, while Gabriel was defiantly standing in the corner. It seems like he and Bobby were having a bit of a power play, and Cas was just a bystander who already got a earful. It made Dean sigh a little at how disobedient and troublesome they had been while he and Sam were gone.

Yet as soon as the boys laid eyes on the Winchesters, they ran up and hugged them.

They were even taller since they left.

Gabriel's wings were now over his head, and Castiel's were beginning to reach his, as they were longer and leaner than his brothers. Dean smiled and laughed at the sigh of relief from Bobby.

"I was thinking I was about to have a stroke. Now, I'm going out for a much deserved beer. Don't call me in six hours unless it's an absolute emergency, and I mean it."

Bobby just walked out of the house without another word.

With some disbelief, Sam turns back to look at the quiet angels, "What did you two do to the poor man?"

Castiel averted his gaze as he went over and grabbed Dean's jeans between his fingers, "We were just playing is all… Gabe and I were trying to fly now that our wings are stronger and can probably handle our body weight."

Gabe nodded, holding Sam's hand and explaining the situation further with an 'innocent' face, "Bobby got angry with us for that, which was stupid. It's not like we crashed into anything. It was only ever close calls!"

Dean looked towards his little brother exasperatedly.

Cas and Gabe were completely covered in dirt, and they had flakes of something all over their wings and black smudges of car grease on their faces. With a quick glance to each other, the brothers took one angel to clean them up.

Dean sighed as he made his way down the hallway. He was holding onto Castiel's hand as he led him to the bathroom, and he could tell by the way that Cas hung his head that he was somewhat ashamed.

"Cas, what's wrong?"

"I- Dean, I don't- I don't know how to bathe myself..."

Dean smiles weakly, "That's fine, Cas. I'll help you out."

Dean stopped outside of the small bathroom upstairs. The silence from Cas as he looked towards the floor made Dean feel pity for the angel as he grabbed a few towels and some soap. Dean quickly explained the basics of bathing, telling the small angel what to do and leaving him to it.

It wasn't until five minutes later that Dean's name was shouted from the bathroom.

"What is it, Cas?"

"I can't-" the angel was out of the tub with a towel around his frame, and he was trying to flex around but couldn't, "I can't reach my wings, Dean."

Dean raises a brow, "What do you expect me to do?"

Castiel looked towards the floor again, "Can you clean them for me?"

"With what?"

"A toothbrush will be adequate."

Dean just sighed, and he walked Castiel out of the bathroom to set him on the edge of what was to be his bed. He took the extra toothbrush he'd snagged from the sink basin in his hand and brushed along the grain of Castiel's feathers. Castiel relaxed, and even fell asleep as Dean got all of the bits of dirt and car grease off of his wings. By the end, Dean had to shake Cas till he was awake to tell him he was done.

The small angel blinked his eyes with a heaviness from sleep, and he just put on a t-shirt and boxers before going under the covers of the bed and passing out. Dean found himself snorting at the sight, and he picked up the dirty toothbrush and headed for the door.

"Thank you, Dean," Castiel mumbled, surprising the Hunter who thought he had already lost consciousness.

"You're welcome, Cas," and Dean shut the door.

-X-

Sam was sitting beside Gabriel in the tub, and the small angel was still hissing under his breath.

Somehow he had managed to get soap in his eyes, and he had flailed around in the shower till Sam came in to help. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks from his irritated eyes as Sam washed off the offending soap. Sam was still chuckling about it when Dean knocked and then opened the door.

"What happened with him?"

"He got soap in his eyes," Sam laughs, "Twice."

Gabriel pouted, and it looked almost comical as his bloodshot eyes still tried blinking away watery suds on their lashes, "I did not!"

Dean just laughed at him, "It's fine, Gabe. It just means that you angels are perfect after all."

Sam smiled as Dean left and went outside of the room.

Inside the tub, Gabriel was trying to glare, but he found that his eyes wouldn't cooperate as they blinked awkwardly when narrowed.

Sam was still chuckling at the child-angel as he kept washing out his poor eyes.

"I can take away your voice with the snap of my fingers…" Gabriel muttered.

"And I'll leave you to fend for yourself against your own destructive, bathing ways."

It made Gabe turn abruptly, "Sorry…"

"Thought so."

Gabriel climbed into bed, only to fall asleep almost instantly. Sam smiled, and he closed the door behind him. He walked into the living room to join his older brother.

Dean was already opening his first beer when he handed one over to Sam. They both sighed in relief at the taste rolling down the back of their tongues.

"This going to be a rough ride."

"You bet your damn ass it is."

Sam smirks knowingly, "So far we've got to plan out flight lessons, and apparently bathing lessons and- oh God, we have to have the puberty talk with them."

Dean cringed, "Dude, no."

"I don't even know what puberty for angels is like-"

"I don't want to!" Dean gave Sam a look like he was crazy, "Dude, stop! You're making this so awkward…"

Sam takes a swig a swig of his beer, "Wait till it happens."

"I will shoot you."