CHERRY PIES & PUPPY EYES

Chapter 4

A/N: This chapter is fixed now, sorry about before, seems that doesn't like the AO3 style

"Dean."

"Dean." Cas repeats, more forcefully this time.

"One more hour..." I mumble in to my pillow.

"No, Dean." he repeats, yanking the blanket off of me causing me to shiver but I don't make any further advances to waking up. "Sam's acting completely juvenile and unmanageable...I'm afraid to approach him."

"Wha-?" I say, finally blinking my eyes open, turning to face the wide-eyed angel. "You're afraid of a baby?Gimme a break."

"He found the remainder of your apple pie, Dean. I tried to prevent further disarray but he was… savage. He grabbed a handful of the dessert and hurled it at my face."

I tried my best to fight down the bubble of laughter that arose in my chest but failed miserably, receiving a look of disdain from the angel. "Good one, Sammy." I say, my smile almost hurting my jaw.

"You are laughing at my misfortune."

"That I am. So, where is General Zod?"

"I don't understand..."

"Where's Sam, Cas?"

"I put him in the empty bath to avoid further mess."

"Well, that's one way of doin' things I guess." I mutter as I clamber out of bed. "I'll go sort 'im out."

"Thank you, Dean." Cas replies, completely oblivious to how close he was standing in front of me.

"Personal space, Cas." I grumble, feeling my face flush slightly as I gently push past him, making my way in to the bathroom. I open the door and raise my eyebrows at the sight of my little brother. "That's...that's just gross, Sammy." I say, wrinkling my nose. He was in the tub, apple-pie in his hair and smeared on his face, big guilty eyes staring up at me. "I was gonna eat that, y'know." I add with a pout, taking off Sam's PJ's before filling up the tub.

In the other room, Cas calls out to me, "Dean your phone is ringing."

"Pick it up, Cas."

"Now what...?"

"I swear to God, man...I meant answer it."

There was a brief, almost painful silence before I could finally hear Cas say "Hello?"

"He is such a child." I mumble under my breath. How did I end up with two kids? So much for me being the immature one. Despite being in the other room, I overhear what Cas is saying with mild interested. I hope it's Bobby.

"Who is this?"

"No, I'm his friend."

"Well, he failed to mention your amorous affair to me."

"Like the Tango?"

"Is that a euphemism?"

"Well, I am an Angel of the Lord so yes, I would know."

"I don't - Hello?"

"Cas, what the hell? Who was that?" I ask after I notice that the conversation has ended. Shaking my head, I wonder what goes on in that crazy head of his. I honestly have no idea what he's is talking about half the time.

"Mandy."

"...Mandy?"

"She said she was an 'exotic dancer'." He replies with air quotes.

"...Ohh yeah, I remember now. Man, what a night."

There are a few moments of silence before the familiar whooshsound of Cas' wings is heard and I know he's no longer in the room next door. Was it something I said?

Shaking my head slightly, I turn off the faucet and begin to wash the pie off Sammy's face. Then out of nowhere, Sam grabs a handful of bubbles and plasters them on my face with his two chubby palms. Great, now I look like friggin' Santa. "Thanks a lot, Sam." I tell him sarcastically, earning a gap toothed smile from the youngest Winchester.

As I pick Sam up and bundle him in a monstrous towel, my stomach growls. "Perfect. I'm hungry and you've eaten my pie." I pout like a child that's been denied chocolate. "I guess a trip to the diner's in order, Sammy."

The baby just looks up at him perplexed for a few moments before a string of babbled nonsense makes its way out of his mouth.

"Hmm…interesting. Mind if I right that down, kiddo?" I tease, carrying him in to the bedroom then placing him gently on the bed while I look for his clothes. Soon, I come across a packet of diapers, pants, socks and a purple t-shirt with a picture of a dog plastered on it. "It won't start your baby modellin' career or anythin' but it's somethin' I guess."

The diner was desolate this early in the morning. The only other customer was an old lady who was flicking through a magazine in the far corner of the room. I walk inside with an air of confidence, holding my little brother close my chest. Sitting myself down in one of the booths by the window, I place Sammy on my lap.

Just then, Cas materializes in the seat opposite us, making my heart beat painfully in my chest from surprise. I was never going to get used to that damn angel mojo. "Hello, Dean." He murmurs, his voice husky.

"Dude, cut the zapping crap out!"

"How else would you expect me to appear?"

"Through the door..?"

"I'm an angel. Doors serve me no purpose."

I roll my eyes. My attention however; was soon averted by the striking young waitress with fiery red locks. "Hey…Sarah." I greet, taking note of her nametag as I send her a flash of my pearly whites.

"Hey, yourself." She retorts, a small smile playing on her glossy lips. "So, what'll you two…three, be having?" Sarah says, correcting herself as she spots the drooling mess that is Sammy.

Cas just gives her a cold, hard stare but I don't take much notice of it. "Don't suppose you've got any pie?" I ask, a hopeful gleam in my eyes.

"That we do. Cherry's the only one we have in stock though."

"Cherry's good. I'll have that…and Sammy here's already eaten so…" I began but was soon cut off short as he spoke up.

"Sammy cho'lat." he ordered, tugging on my shirt as he gave me those adorable puppy-eyes I hated so much. That damn look was so irresistible; I was ready to sign a petition to make it illegal.

"But you already ate my pie, little guy." I tell him, trying to weasel my way out of his evil master plan.

"Pwease. Pweaaase Dee'." Sammy begs, his baby brown eyes tearing up.

"Dammit, Sam." I grumble, turning to face the waitress again. "And d'you have anythin' with chocolate?"

"We've got hot chocolate." She explained, giggling slightly at the baby's expression of pure contentment.

I ponder for a moment, then remember I had the baby kit with me. "I know it's askin' a lot but could put a small amount in this bottle?" I asked, holding it up for her to see.

"Sure thing." Sarah smiled, giving me a snappy wink as she left, taking the bottle with her.

"D'ya think she'll give me her number?" I question Cas.

"Why must you persist on philandering?"

"Phil—what?"

"Frequently entering casual sexual relations with women." He states bluntly.

"God, Cas. Don't sugar coat it or anythin'. S'none of your business why."

"Are you embarrassed by your answer?"

"Shut up, Cas." I snap back, my face flushing furiously.

"Or is it because you are afraid?"

"…Afraid? The hell are you talkin' about?"

"I think you know what I mean." he responds, his head tilting to the side slightly.

"Well, you're wrong…" my voice trails off as Cas vanishes again. "Son of a bitch!"

The waitress, arriving with the pie and bottle looks at me confounded but doesn't mention the fact that she just saw him shouting at thin air. Angryand crazy were total turnoffs. She places the tray gently on the table and leaves without a word.

"Cas is such a friggin' child." I mutter under my breath, sighing as I drag the palm of my hand across my face.

Pushing the thoughts about the damn angel in to the recesses of his mind, he glances down at the already sleepy-looking baby, whose head was nestled in the nook of my arm, his eyes looking straight up at me. Testing the temperature of the drink on my wrist just like I'd learnt when I was feeding Sammy all those years ago, I let him drink from the bottle. I fix my fascinated gaze on him, a small smile forming on my face as Sam greedily grabbed the plastic from my grasp.

"Dude, relax. It's not goin' anywhere."

Neither are you, I thought, frowning somewhat as my brow creased in thought. What the hell was he going to do about the damn witches spell? And what the hell was he going to do about Castiel's weird behavior?