Charlie, over the next few days—or week, or month, she's not sure because she can't sense the passing of time here, and it seems she never really gets sleepy—learns to take care of four angelic toddlers. She gets closer to them, learns what they like, and they slowly get used to being raised by her.
Sometimes, though, she wonders if they actually remember their past lives.
She asks the book.
They have faint impressions, though they may fully remember when they become older.
She wonders what that will be like—actually meeting real-life Satan and the Trickster. Hopefully none of them will smite her on the spot since she did take care of them.
They each have their own distinct personalities.
Mikhail, or Mickey, with his messy dark hair, intelligent grey-blue eyes, and soft white wings, is the responsible one. That is, he's usually the most well-behaved, and the least picky of the bunch.
The only time he causes trouble is if he's left alone with Hell for too long, or if Jib starts to mess with him. He likes apple-flavored foods, and generally anything…very fattening. Charlie would say she's her favorite, but the one time she left Doctor Who on the TV, he started to cry. So he's her second favorite.
Helel, or Hell, is ginger-haired and ginger-winged, with large soulful olive grey eyes that do not belong on such a huge troublemaker. He's honestly worse than Jib—he seems to take every possible opportunity to get her attention, be it negative or positive, and the sky's the limit. It's hard to get mad at him, with the puppy eyes he's perfected to garner sympathy.
Charlie draws the line very quickly when he actually whacks at her when she interrupts one of his play-fights. There will be no second coming of Satan, not on her watch.
Jibrail, aka Jib, is blond, blue-eyed and golden-winged, just like the stereotypical images of cherubs she's seen in paintings. He's a real trickster, and has an endless stomach for anything sweet. The one time she attempts to feed him a vegetable, though, he refuses to even look at her for the next hour, and when he finally breaks, his eyes are filled with pure betrayal.
Instead of making her feel guilty the way it should've, Charlie just has to struggle to hold in her laughter.
Israfil "Izzy", blue-winged and the only girl of the group, as well as the only child that looks as if she's from a completely different race, is the sweetest child. Okay, no.
She's…sort of cold, really. She still hasn't spoken her first word, even though Jib and Hell are starting to form sentences, and Charlie a little worried about her, if she's honest. She isn't picky about her food, and simply follows her older brothers' actions without question.
Charlie tries to encourage Izzy by separating her from the boys occasionally and making her chose for herself what she wants to do.
Charlie finds that the TV has literally every channel in existence on it, and that at some point, a laptop has appeared in the Room. This really would be her Heaven, if she had her family. But she doesn't.
Right, going to avoid that train of thought.
There is one thing Charlie has decided she's had enough of.
That is, God's stupid house arrest on her. Yeah. She refuses to deal with that for any longer, and besides, the kids need more human interaction than just her.
She goes to the book, and demands they be let out, to go somewhere, anywhere, it doesn't matter, as long as they can get out of the Room.
Charlie has no idea what's been going on with Sam and Dean, either, since she hasn't checked Winchester TV since she started taking care of the kids. This might be a way to get in touch with them.
Also, Charlie hasn't gotten any action. In a very, very long time. Maybe…okay, no, she's not that irresponsible. Seriously, where could she even find an angelic babysitter?
In any case, it's about time her charges learn the wonders of fast food, nature, and Disneyland.