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Four

Bobby sighed as he saw the caller ID on the vibrating phone. It was Castiel again… for a few moments he contemplated on not answering but the panicked angel might just do something they'll both regret. At the last minute, Bobby picked up the phone.

"Bobby here… what'd ya want, Cass?" he asked impatiently.

There was silence on the other side of the line. Then Castiel spoke very gravely. "Bobby, I have sinned."

"What?!"

"Against my better judgment, I gave them sugar again…" the angel said forlornly. Bobby counted in his head to calm down and not to burst out laughing.

"What are they doing right now?"

Castiel frowned as he ducked back into the motel room to see how Dean and Sam were doing. Dean wasn't on the bed. Sam sat there with his three bags of extra-hard dog biscuits and was chewing his way through the fourth one. Castiel wondered briefly if Sam would pass out from dehydration. Surely that much slobber wasn't healthy. He watched the miniature version of Niagara Falls dribble down Sam's small chin for a moment before ducking back out.

"Sam's eating dog biscuits and Dean is no where to be found." He confirmed.

Bobby sighed and swept a hand over his face. "Just…just make sure he doesn't have indigestions…that boy could blow up the motel room if he does…"

Castiel decided not to ask why. "Bobby, can I perhaps bring them over to your place for a while? Just so I can have time to do some researching…"

"Hell no! I'd rather shoot myself before you even try. How the hell am I supposed to watch over two hyper little monsters in a fucking wheelchair?"

There goes Plan A.

Castiel cleared his throat and was about to say something else when the motel walls suddenly shook and a piece of plaster fell over his head. He frowned and wiped the crumbling white stuff from his head and stepped back into the motel. Castiel squinted suspiciously at Sam. The boy's biscuit looked a bit singed.

"Did you have indigestion?" he asked finally.

Sam shook his head happily and pointed to the kitchen. Castiel walked over and blinked as a pair of bright green eyes blinked back at him. Dean's face was the color of charcoal and his hair was sticking out in spikes. Castiel took a deep breath before reaching over and gently putting out one of the burning spikes of hair with his finger. He crossed his arms and gave Dean the "better explain or I'll drop Devine Punishment on your tiny burnt head" look.

Dean grinned and shrugged.

"What? The exploding ovens looked so cool in the movies!"

Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose and gingerly lifted Dean out of his pile of destruction.

"I think Lucifer would have been proud to have you as a son. Time for a bath, Dean."

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