Title: Babysitting angels

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Summary: Dean finally wakes up wot a nightmare straight from Hell.

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Chapter 10

When Dean finally woke up, he was at peace. His body wasn't as worn out as he thought he was supposed to be. The thoughts were already returning from the previous night, or was it day? He was cheerful that he wasn't weary, but his mind was far from it. The room was silent as it could get, only the soft snores of someone else in the room as him. He clutched the gun under his pillow and was ready to jump at the slightest movement when he caught sight of Sam.

He was passed out in the floor of his bed, his oversize body was twisted in a unnatural way and he took pity in his younger brother. He tried to be careful, but his sheer mass was far too big and was a difficulty on his own. But he made it to the bed, where Sam could at least have some rest for a few hours. He hated that Sam was so tired that he didn't woke up when he moved him, blaming himself for his need of rest.

But the most important thing is coffee, as always.

By the way that the bunker was silent, he figured that maybe this was all a messed up dream that his brain made up due to the three days without sleep. That's until he saw Castiel sitting in the library, he was reading one of the bunker's unknown books. The chairs were all messed up from their own tables, pointing that maybe that wasn't a messed up dream. But he needed some evidence first.

"Uh, Cas? Did the archangels really here or was it a messed up dream?" He prayed that this was all a messed up dream, but the more he thought of it the more disturbed he became. Could he and Sam really take care of Archangels? They couldn't properly take care of themselves much less more angels on the Winchester Wagon.

"Yes, Father resurrected some angels that we had a history with, along with the Archangels," Dean groaned. He never thought it through did he? But it was too late for that now. First thing is first. Coffee. He needed before anymore thinking can occur. He walked to the kitchen as looking for any scraps of food. The only thing that he could eat was pancake mix. Meaning that he had to make it. Great.

Coffee, no matter where he looked he could not find it. The last bags of it was in the trash, and he mentally cursed himself for forgetting to buy more. But then his stomach decided to make an appearance and growl loudly.

Without much thought he pour the mix into a big bowl and started to get the other things needed to make it. Since he didn't have all he needed he called for the back-up. "Hey Cas! Come in here!" Soon as he spoke his name Castiel appeared at the entrance of the kitchen.

"Dean? What do you need assistance in?" Dean smiled and picked up a small sheet of paper that he found by the cabinets, along with a small pencil he wrote some things needed.

"I need these as soon as possible. I don't think I can wait any longer, so please hurry up and get it for me, here these should be enough." Since he didn't even bother to change clothes last night, he too didn't bother to get the things out, like his wallet.

"Are these for some spell?" Dean laughed.

"No Cas, those are for breakfast. I need them to finish it," Castiel seemed to have some doubt but he flew off to collect the ingredients. Dean then turn his full attentions to the stove in front of him. He was mixing and cutting, multi tasking as fast as possible, hoping that Sam would he able to get up by smelling the half finished food. He never thought of attempting out loud, but having to grow up as fast as he did, he was a pretty damn good cook.

"Dean I have returned with the items you requested," Dean turned around as Castiel carried two plastic bags.

"Thanks, you can wait for your brothers I guess," And with that Dean was alone once more. He remembered the talk with God, that made him paused as he was taking out the fresh fruits. Honestly he didn't know why he even though of writing fruits, he used them before. He shrugged and continued to cut and mix. Soon he was again lost in his little world.

But the downside of it all was that he had somehow forgotten that he and Sam weren't alone anymore. He was finishing up a batch when a pair of hands were on his shoulders, and he swear up and down that he did not squeal. He turned, ready to kill when Gabriel- that trickster- moved away laughing his head off.

"Oh man! You should have seen your face!" He glared at the trickster and he noticed that he wasn't alone. Michael and Balthazar along with Anna were at the doorway. Anna and Balthazar were laughing and Michael seemed to be hiding his smiling face with his hands very poorly. Castiel was there too, smiling along the show. He was now fighting the blush burning up his neck.

"Fine, then you don't get any breakfast," He half glared and returned to his pancakes. He honestly didn't care if they starved to death, as long as it didn't bother him. He set out the plates and began to make the other pancakes. He honestly tried to ignore the eyes that bore into his back, he honestly tried to ignore the eyes that watched his every move. He tried to ignore the angels breathing down his neck. But he wasn't prepared for the questions that followed.

"Why do you cut it? Isn't easier to dump it in?"

"No Michael, you'll see when I'm done."

"...Why is it growing bubbles? Is it alive?"

"No Michael, it means that is done and needs to be flip to the other side,"

"What is it doing now?"

"I'm adding the fruit in,"

"Why?"

"Michael, stop asking or you won't get any,"

"Brothers? Sister what are you doing?" Great Raphael and Lucifer decided to join the party. He was finally done with three dishes stacked with pancakes. He manged to shake them off for a while, so he could set them aside.

"Dean is making this flat bread for us to consume," Michael looked at the dish in front of him curiously as Raphael was now too asking questions as Michael answered. He prayed that now he could get some air as he continue to make it as the others their dishes. Soon Gadreel and Samandriel were last claiming that they got lost in their way here.

Oh since when did this become his life he wondered.