Somewhere in the american midwest, in some cheap motel, two brothers and an angel had no idea whatsoever that they were about to experience a new kind of chaos altogether

Gabriel popping in occasionally with the odd tidbit of information (which he made them pay for double in pranks, of course) wasn't all that unusual of an occurrence, which was why Dean barely paid the sound of flapping wings any heed apart from a look over his shoulder and a gruff, already slightly wary "hey" before he returned his attention to his beer and Sam's laptop.

The younger hunter was propped up against the headboard of one of the motel beds and snapped his book shut when the archangel appeared. Cas stood at a window and stoically stared outside.

"Hi, Gabriel," Sam greeted, straightening up. Gabriel had kept his expression perfectly innocent, which was probably what tipped the hunter off because he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's up?" he inquired cautiously.

The archangel's small smile, which he had pulled up in a way of greeting, widened surreptitiously. With a sense of fascination, he observed that the widening of his grin seemed to be proportional to Sam's questioning eye-narrowing.

"Oh, nothing," he replied lightly. Dean turned at his pointedly innocent tone while Gabriel casually strolled across the room. "I met up with an old friend earlier today," he remarked casually while he glanced around in the kitchen for sweets. No such luck, of course, so he conjured up a chocolate bar with a shrug and began to unwrap it. "And I decided to do her a favour, because I'm nice like that, and I immediately had to think of how perfect you guys would be to have as allies in this situation." He beamed at them. "Isn't it great that we're all friends now?"

He didn't give the Winchesters a chance to respond (because boy, he didn't want an answer to that particular question) before he snapped his fingers to release his... guests, he decided to call them guests, from the pocket dimension he'd transported them in.

Interdimensional travel wasn't easy, alright? Sometimes you had to cheat a little.

"You're gonna be the best of friends," he announced cheerfully before he spread his wings and fled the room.

Three pairs of eyes widened as two small figures landed on the motel room's grubby floor. It was hard to tell, at that moment, what the weirdest thing about the newcomers actually was. It probably wasn't the way they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as that wasn't too unusual where archangels were involved.

It might have been the fact that they were small, and female (extremely, undeniably so in one case), amd altogether too colourful for the drab atmosphere of the room. Or maybe the fact that they didn't look quite... right, almost as if they weren't made from the same material as the world around them. Or maybe it was the total nonchalance with which they took the whole situation.

The bigger one, a blonde woman dressed in a green and white dress, stood up and dusted off her shoulders with delicate hands enclosed in complementary white elbow-long silk gloves, and sighed.

"That was not the graceful entry I had been hoping for. Hey, where did he go?! Neptune, get your friend back here, that was very rude of him!"

The smaller one, who's hair was an unnaturally bright shade of purple, fitting the highlights on her weird hoodie/dress hybrid thing and just a shade darker than the pink stripes of her thigh-high socks, bounced to her feet, shooting an angry frown at the ground she had just laid on.

"Well, at least we didn't fall from the sky this time. But he could've at least let us land on something a little more comfortable. This floor is worse than the floor in Nep Junior's workshop. Definitely not napping material, zero out of ten Neps. And he isn't my friend, he's a friend of Histy's, and I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind next time I see him! Oh hi, who are you? Are we interrupting something?"

Because she had managed to say all that in what appeared to be a single breath, it took the hunters a moment to realize that the last few words had been directed at them. Castiel, being an angel, had of course had no such problems following the obviously superhumanly energetic girl's words.

"No," the Angel answered her, voice gravelly as ever, while observing the two with keen blue eyes. "You are not. But I don't understand..."

"What he's trying to say," Dean cut in, "is what the f-"

"Fudge!" Sam interrupted loudly and glared at his brother as he mouthed dude, little girl with a pointed look in the direction of the child in question, accompanied by bitchface #47.

Dean rolled his eyes. "... what the... fudge this is supposed be." His eyes flickered from the pink-haired girl to the woman standing next to her and a touch of appreciation sneaked into his wary, annoyed gaze.

Sam had known him for long enough to know that this look didn't bode well if Dean was to open his mouth now, so he quickly inquired, trying for a bit of politeness: "I'm sorry, but who are you two?"

This time the smaller one (Neptune, apparently) was quicker off the mark, and jumped over to stand in front of Sam, hand outstretched to shake.

"I'm Neptune, the Protagonist of Protagonists!" She introduced herself with dramatic flair, and Sam could have sworn he saw sparkles flying off her at that point.

"And this is my fabulous friend Vert, who is mighty pissed that mister "you're going on a vacation" just pulled her away from her teatime. Anyway, that's us introduced, and you are?"

She looked at him expectantly, arm still outstretched

Sam glanced over at his brother before he carefully wrapped his large hand around the little girl's. Her fingers seemed to disappear in his entirely.

"I'm Sam Winchester," he answered, "that over there are my brother Dean and our... Castiel."

He smiled at her and hoped that Dean would be able to tear his gaze away from Vert soon because it was going to start getting embarrassing.

As it turned out, his torment wasn't over, as Neptune immediately seized upon the small hitch in his introduction:

"Your Castiel? Do you own him? Is he a slave or something? Or a pet?"

For some reason her voice and her face gained a very suggestive quality at that last one, and it seemed to get Vert's attention as well. The blonde woman, apparently done examining her dress for any damage, turned to regard the angel, who was still awkwardly standing at the windows, looking like a deer in the headlights.

"My, my, that would be an... Interesting development... And he is quite the handsome specimen. Do you own him together?"

Dean sputtered and shook his head hastily.

"He didn't mean it like- Cas is just-"

"I'm an angel of the Lord," Castiel cut in, blunt, honest and oblivious toward any sort of social finesse like he always was.

"Cas," the elder hunter hissed in his direction. "We talked about this."

Vert's giggle was, unsurprisingly, quite melodious. Neptune's on the other hand, was surprisingly dirty and gleeful.

The older girl looked at Castiel approvingly.

"An honest one, I like him. And very stylish, the whole "post-apocalyptic accountant" look works very well. And what about you two dashing young men? What do two handsome fellows like you do in a seedy hotel room with a literal Angel?"

Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

"We, uh..." Sam began, apparently reassessing his first impression of Neptune, which had consisted of sorting her into neat little categories of little girl, funny hair, harmless and now shifted to humour completely inappropriate for someone of her age.

Dean harboured a general distrust toward little girls on principle ever since the whole Lilith deal, and a healthy sense of suspicion toward all things to do with Gabriel, which was why his hand was surreptitiously creeping toward the knife resting on the table.

Sam settled on a vague "It's sort of a long story" while he shot his brother a warning glance.

He was feeling more than a little out of his depth here. To be frank, the kid gave him the creeps.

Apparently, being vague was the wrong choice when dealing with Neptune, whose curiosity seemed to match her boundless energy, as she got right up in his face (standing on the bed to attain the necessary height) with a curious grin.

"Ooh, long stories are always the best! Go ahead, tell me, tell me! Ohhh, wait, do you have Popcorn? Cause you need popcorn for long stories. Or pudding. Do you have pudding?"

And just like that, she neatly distracted herself, jumping down from the bed, landing in a combat roll that was surprisingly (and a little worryingly) graceful, and strolled off towards the kitchenette to inspect the Mini fridge.

Vert on the other hand was still quite enamored with Castiel, sliding up to the angel and inspecting him thoroughly, her significant ... assets brushing against his arm as she stretched herself to look into his eyes.

Cas attempted to take a startled step back, eyes flickering toward Dean nervously, but since he was already standing at the window, he didn't get very far. Sam ignored his brother's jealous, protective glare in favour of quickly getting in front of the fridge.

"I'll see if we have something," he told the beaming little girl tensely and kept a wary eye on her as he slowly reached into the fridge, thankful for his brother's paranoia.

And maybe his own. But that wasn't the point.

His hand closed around the flask, unscrewing the top with two fingers while he pulled it out slowly, and then he proceeded to spray the girl with freshly blessed holy water.