Hi all!
Okay, I said this would be a funny chapter (It is), but it comes with a warning...
There are several F-Bombs in this chapter...you know the drill, a young kid mixes with older kids and voila; swear words galore...I went through it (I presume my twin did too- I can't obviously remember) and our little brother sure did...
So, fair warning...swearing in this chappie...
So, enjoy and please review!
Onwards...
'Come on, Cas... Just one more bite'
Castiel resolutely crossed his arms, pulled a frown and pouted, looking anywhere the apple held in Dean's hand.
The hunter sighed, but didn't lower the apple. 'You've nearly eaten it now...It'll put hairs on your chest.'
Cas looked horrified, his blue eyes widening. 'But I don't want a harwy chest!' The three year old exclaimed.
'Well...you might do when you're older, which means you have to eat your fruit now, just in case.' Dean knew he was clutching at straws now. 'Please?'
Cas bit his lip, uncrossed his arms and sighed. He tiptoed closer to Dean, who held out the apple. The angel bent his head slowly and stuck out his teeth, so he resembled a small horse trying to eat a particularly small blade of grass. He took a bit between his teeth, about the size of a quarter, and chewed.
'There!'
Dean looked down at the miniscule hole in the apple. 'One more bit?'
'But you said!'
Oh, alright' Dean grinned and grabbed Cas in a bear hug, ruffling his dark hair, the angel shrieking with laughter. 'Go on...go and play now.'
Castiel giggled and turned away, making a beeline for a colouring book he left on the floor.
Dean grinned and sat back in the chair, leaning to grab the remote control, flicking through the channels. He watched as Gabriel walked into the room, heard the door slam as Sam followed. They had been to the store; Gabe had been low on sweets and Dean wanted some chips.
'Hey, buddy'
'Fuck you'
Dean almost choked, his eyes widening as the seven year old grinned at him, a child-like innocent grin before joining his little brother on the floor.
'Yeah.'
Dean turned as he heard his brother's voice.
'He's been doing it all morning. God knows where he got that language from.' Sam sounded exasperated, his hands on his hips. 'I don't even think he knows what it means...he just heard it somewhere and keeps repeating it.'
Dean sighed. 'That's what kids do; when you were little you just kept saying "big boobies" to every woman you saw. Now that was embarrassing.'
Sam flushed slightly. 'Yeah, but that wasn't the F-bomb. He told the guy in the store to eff-off as well...if he wasn't a kid, I think he would've had his ass handed to him there and then.'
Dean grinned, but stopped when he caught the look his brother gave him. He sighed and turned to the elder angel. 'Hey, Gabe! Come here for a sec...'
Gabriel stood up from the floor and walked over, pulling his green shirt down, tripping over the laces of his red shoes. 'Yeah, Dean?'
'What's this I hear you've been saying all day?'
Gabriel looked confused. 'Huh?'
'The F-bomb? You know you're not supposed to go round saying that word.'
'What, fuck?'
Dean winced, although it was comical to hear it coming from a child's mouth, particularly an angel's mouth.
'Yeah, that one.'
'But it's a good word...the boy at the park said that it means 'thank you' and 'I love you'' the angel gazed at Sam. 'That kind of thing.' Gabriel thought back to the dirty looking boy he had met next to the swings the last time Dean had taken him and Cas to the park. The boy had told him a few words that he had heard occasionally on TV. He didn't particularly notice the evil grin the boy had on his face at the time.
'Yeah but the problem is...' Sam knelt down next to Gabriel, whose eyes had started to fill with tears; he sensed he was getting told off now. 'That's not what that word means...it's a nasty word. It means that you don't like the person you said it to...adults sometimes say that when they're angry at each-other. But little kids like you shouldn't be saying that, okay?'
Gabriel furrowed his eyes, looking for a moment out the window. From this angle he could just see the middle of the tree outside, a bird inching its way along it. 'So, I should stop saying fuck?'
This time Sam winced. 'Yeah...stop it. Now.'
Gabriel suddenly looked desperate. 'But what do I say instead? I liked that word!'
Dean coughed, obviously suppressing a laugh. Then, a thought came to him, as clear as day. He looked over at Sam and grinned. The youngest Winchester could just imagine a lightbulb bursting into light above Dean's head.
Dean knelt down on the ground, putting a hand on Gabriel's shoulder.
'Now, here's what you say instead...'
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Castiel looked up from his colouring book. He had just finished colouring the clown's yellow nose in, and he grinned proudly at his brother as he approached.
'Hey, Gabe...look what I did!'
'That's fudging awesome!' exclaimed Gabriel, kneeling down and grabbing the blue pen, starting to colour in the clowns hat. 'Now he can have a fudging blue hat!'
'No, Gabe! I wanted that to be gween!'
Gabriel scowled and yanked the pen away where Cas tried to grab it off him. 'Fudge off!'
'Nooo! Gabe!'
'Boys, boys!'
Dean grabbed Cas around the middle and hoisted him up off the ground. 'What're you two fighting about?'
'Gabe stole my pen!'
'He fudging started it!' Gabriel stuck out his tongue. 'Fudge head!'
Dean sighed and closed his eyes. 'Come on, Gabe...stop saying that word now.'
Gabriel looked at him. 'But you said I fudging could!'
'Yeah, but I didn't mean all the time'
'It's my word now...and he can have his stupid fudging pen back!'
With that, Gabriel threw down the blue pen, making a blue splodge on the white paper, right in the middle of the clowns' forehead, and stormed off.'
Dean looked at Cas, who giggled in his arms. He set the angel back down. He turned his head when he heard his brother yell from the kitchen.
'Gabriel..what're you...'
'Fudge off!'
'Gabriel!'
Dean sighed.
Damn pagan Gods, was all he could say.
Well, I hope you liked that...it made me laugh to write it! : )
Thanks for reading...
I'll be back soon!
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