Title: Babysitting Angels

Words: 1, 442

Summary: Dean and Sam deal with the angels, and they take them shopping!

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Chapter 11

When Sam awoke from his well needed rest, he wasn't in the floor as he expected. He remembered being on Dean's room on the floor. Thinking for it he also remembered wanting to talk to him, he was after all too tired to go and falling asleep along the way.

His back was hurting a like a bitch, but the smell o pancakes made so much worth it. He stumble out of the room. There was some chatter, which one he recognized as Dean. He walked by the halls, and when he finally made it to the kitchen everything was messy. Gabriel was laughing about something along with Anna, the archangels were all sitting in the table, Dean was making pancakes, and Lucifer was in the corner watching everything.

He sighed and he was immediately acknowledged by everyone. "Look who decided to drop by, hey Sam," Dean slapped his back as he was pushed to squeezed in between Anna and Samandriel. Since both were smaller than him, it was clear how uncomfortable he was.

"Wait you're making pancakes?" Sam asked shocked, while Gabriel dropped in.

"What can't a man not pancakes?" Sam snorted,and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Not since the accident Dean," Sam grabbed the fork and stared to eat his fruit and chocolate chip pancakes. Now everyone was peeking in, wondering what Sam could mean.

"What accident?" Anna asked from his right. Sam had forgotten about her. He remembered her as an Allie turned evil, but he knew that she meant well.

"Oh it was very funny, you see-"

"Sam, Halloween when you were seven," Now Sam shut his mouth and turn his full attention to his pancakes. Gabriel chuckled and Gadreel and the archangels were confused. Sam remembered Halloween with clarity. Neither Dean or him talked about Halloween the same since the accident. He cringe thinking about. Damn that blackmail.

"OH! Now I'm interested, do please tell!" Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, and even without thought the others were interested too. Dean chuckled before putting more pancakes for the rest. Gadreel eyed his like if was going to jump at him at any second given. None of the angels liked sleeping. It made them feel vulnerable, and Michael along with Raphael almost stayed up if it wasn't for their bodies forcing them to sleep.

Dean sighed as he watched the angels watch their food instead of eating them. Gabriel, and Anna were happily eating theirs. "Guys you do have to eat sooner than later, if you don't you'll get sick and then die off." Dean restrained the smile on his face as most started to immediately started to eat, mostly Gadreel and Samandriel. Michael and Raphael were more reluctant to eat theirs. But then a growl broke through and their attention was brought to Lucifer. He too didn't touch his share, but he had his face hidden from theirs.

"Guys, I don't care if you don't like it. The faster you eat, the faster you get out of here," Dean finally picked out his fork and ate happily. He usually scolded himself for having his guard down with a room full of people that he had a history with, but now he couldn't give a rat ass.

Sam too was enjoying the peace of the morning. His trails forgotten and he was happy here. The archangels were making funny faces and Gabriel laughed at each one of them. Sam and the others joined a few times, and he really didn't want to go out there and do a hunt again, but the job called whenever it called.

"What is this?" Raphael poked his pancakes, and held out a small container, it was filled with some spice. Michael looked at it, and Raphael shook it slightly.

"Careful, it's a spice for cooking, nothing special, just don't drop it okay?" Dean's warning came too late as Raphael accidentally dropped it as he was giving it to Michael. The spice went all over the room as it broke. Balthazar cursed loudly, Samandriel shriek, Gadreel slipped, Gabriel laughed, Anna tried to clear the air, Lucifer moved out of the room, and the Winchesters just cursed their lives.

"Raphael! Dammit I told you to be careful!" Dean desperately tried to get rid of the spice of his eyes, Sam knocked his head on the on the metal of the kitchen, and cursed loudly as his pancakes were all ruined. And this wasn't even afternoon yet.

"Alright out you guys go, to the library, Raphael will clean this," Raphael made a noise of protested but the others were already leaving, dooming him to his fate. Dean took a towel before leaving and shook his head as more spice fell from his head.

"Sam please tell me that we have coffee," Sam shook his head and Dean groaned. Anna was helping the others clean themselves up.

"Okay, I'm going to get more supplies, Sam you're in babysitting duty," Dean quickly ran out the room.

"Wait what?" "I beg your pardon, Babysitting?" "Shut Balthazar."

Sam sighed, he too wanted to get coffee, but Dean ran out of the room before he could talk to him. Dean was supposed to get all of the angels settled and they weren't making anything easier. Sam collapsed in the chair and opened the laptop, searching for a new case. He really wanted to taalk to the angels, maybe make it batter for everyone. But he is too hungry, and tried to do so.

"So penny for your thoughts?" Balthazar took a seat next to him, and Sam rolled his eyes. He remembered Balthazar before he died. Sure they didn't get the chance to actually know each other, but maybe they could get along. He remembered him as Castiel's drunk friend who was killed in their place. Speaking of Castiel he hasn't seen him before breakfast.

"Nothing, just looking for a new case for us," Sam continue to type, but he couldn't ignore the stare of judgement from Balthazar. Another minute rolled by, before he got caught up and sighed again.

"What is it Balthazar?" Balthazar smiled at his acknowledge, and puffed out a breath.

"Well we are now human, meaning that we don't have a clue of human society, so do please tell me your game plan," Sam froze for a second, he never really thought of a game plan recently. The only plan that he came up was to speak with his brother and maybe figure it out from there.

"I thought that maybe I could talk to Dean and maybe come up with a plan there." Sam answered honestly.

Balthazar leaned back in his chair, and gave him a face. "Alright if this is your plan, are you going to let us decorate our rooms then? What about wine?" Sam smiled softly and shrugged.

"As long as it doesn't bother anyone," They went silent again. Raphael came back covered with spice from head to toe. He forgot that this were angels and not human as Balthazar pointed out.

"Okay you guys need to take a bath," Sam picked his phone and started to dial his brother.

"Hey Dean?" He could hear from the other line people chattering, and he immediately knew his brother was in a bar.

"What is it Sam? I was getting luckily here,"

"I don't care about that Dean, can you please stop by the store and pick up some clothes for the angels, they need some,"

"What? Why me? Okay fine, what is their size?"

"I don't know, guess."

"How am I supposed to guess that? Call Cas, maybe he can help you clean the mess,"

"Hey speaking of him, where is he? I haven't seen him since yesterday,"

"I don't know where he is now, I mean he disappear from breakfast,"

"Yeah okay then, just bring some clothes already, don't forget the coffee,"

"Yeah I'll call you later, bye."

"Yeah, goodbye Dean," He heard a crash and he sighed. The angels were gone and he was pretty sure they were lost somewhere in the bunker. This is Sam Winchester's life now, he really needed his coffee by now.