*Raise your glass~ Pink

"Party crasher, panty snatcher

Call me up if you are gangsta

Don't be fancy, just get dancey

Why so serious?"

Dean and Cas were half asleep, holding hands on the bed and drowsily watching over the twins when Sam and Gabriel appeared in the middle of the bedroom. Dean glanced up, surprised to see the two newlyweds so soon. They'd only left for the honeymoon around a day ago, yet there they stood, looking stressed and so tense it was as if they would snap in half. Cas rose to his feet and walked over, looking between them with worry etched into his features.

"What is wrong?"

Gabriel tucked himself under Sam's arm. "Balthazar. He's back for revenge."

"Balthazar? You needn't worry about him, Gabriel. I knew him in Heaven. He loves children, he would never force two of them to grow up without parents."

Sam shook his head. "You didn't see him. He may not have shown much emotion, but he was furious."

"Did you even think to tell him that you have twins by Gabriel? Balthazar is a powerful angel, but he may not have sensed the grace that the fledglings left behind in Gabriel, and though it's common sense that the two of you would have bred by now, he often fails to think before he acts."

"Bred? We're not a couple of AKC registered Chihuahuas you ass," Gabriel snapped.

Sam was quick to intervene. "What are we going to do? We can't leave Loki and Isadora in danger."

Gabriel sighed and walked over to the bed, picking up his children. "Daaadeeee!" Isadora cried happily.

"Hey baby girl," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"Mommy!" Loki cried.

Gabriel sighed. "Not quite…well, sorta…"

Dean smirked, and Sam glared at him, knowing that his brother was to blame. He was glad that they were both talking but had a feeling that before long, both twins would be calling Gabriel "mommy.' He sighed and walked over, resting his chin on top of Gabriel's head and reaching around to let Loki grasp his much larger finger, smiling. Sam loved his family more by the day. He'd do anything to protect them.

"We can take it from here, thanks guys," Sam said.

"Well you two can go back to your house," Dean grumbled, wincing when he tried to move from his position on the bed.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"

"Cas gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition. Over and over again, for hours! I'm sore."

"TMI!" Sam whined.

"Yeah well let's just say I'm pretty sure my shoulder isn't the only thing with a handprint anymore."

Gabriel transported him and Sam out before the conversation got any more vomit inducing. Sam stayed to watch the twins while Gabriel wandered into the kitchen in search of cookies, and a little while after he went in, Sam realized that it shouldn't be taking this long. There was a scuffling sound coming from the kitchen, then a "thump," and he decided to scoop up the twins and go investigate. He went in and found Gabriel's head stuck in the cookie jar.

"Um, Gabe, why is your head in a cookie jar?"

"I tripped," he said, his voice muffled by the glass. Go figure that Sam would end up with the only clumsy archangel in the world.

Sam laughed and came over, briefly sitting the twins down in their highchairs long enough to pull Gabriel's head out of the jar. He smiled affectionately and smoothed the mussed blond hair. There hadn't been any cookies left in the jar, so Gabriel manifested some chocolate chip ones and started happily munching away. Sam once more smiled, picking the twins up again.

They spread a blanket out on their living room floor and sat down with the twins, both of them trying to think of anything but Balthazar. Castiel would hardly lie to them about that, but it still felt too good to be true, still felt dangerous to relax lest they let their guard down and the twins get hurt.

Sam had been contemplating for a while now and had to ask, because really, he had to know. "So do angels really water Earth?"

Gabe looked up from playing with Isadora's already adorably shaggy hair. "Yeah but they don't need to since they got the automated sprinkler system put in, but when dad said water Earth you had to water it then and there."

"What happened if you didn't or forgot?" Sam asked as he passed Loki another toy horse, which he seemed fond of.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You've seen the desert right? Or the grand canyon, even though that was an accident, since Heaven and Hell time have a five minute difference it can mean a lot. Shame Handriel missed that memo."

Thoroughly intrigued now he realized he was talking to someone who actually knew these things, or could be pulling his leg, Sam said, "So what about Adam and Eve versus evolution?"

"Ah well the Dinosaurs were there and running around. I really loved those T-Rex guys, funny as could be with the big head and little arms, not sure dad thought that through...but anyway if those humans were left as they were they wouldn't had a chance! Especially since Michael and Lucifer got too enthusiastic in that game of volleyball with that meteor."

Witha feeling that was bordering on laughter and disbelief, Sam asked, "You turned Adam and Eve into fish that would evolve?"

Gabe looked offended. "No. I turned them into bacteria like stuff...I actually forget. But either way you should be thanking me! Instead of two people breeding and eventually leading to incest, the bacteria spilt into thousands of the little buggers making tons of unrelated people to evolve into people and populate the planet. Yay! Still didn't stop people from shipping Wincest though. Adam and Eve are totally to blame for putting the idea of incest into people's heads."

"I can't believe you turned them into bacteria." Sam dislodged Loki's fingers as he cheerfully tugged on Sam's hair.

"What are you getting at me for? Zira's the one who gave them the flaming sword and Crowley technically got them kicked out of Eden."

Sam shook his head. "Yeah, OK. I'm still having a little bit of a 'wow I'm talking to a being that was actually around' moment."

Gabe was suspicious "Are you calling me old? Cause if you are you're totally my boy toy."

"Agreed, old man," Sam said, smirking.

The archangel looked mock stricken. "You didn't marry me for my money did you?"

"Gabe you don't have any money."

"I might! I might have a villa in Sweden for all you know."

"Yeah and you could create one only to prove me wrong."

"Smart ass."

"Short stack."

Gabriel turned on the TV, and somehow they ended up watching reruns of Tom and Jerry. It was a few minutes before Gabriel said, "You know, I bet it's shows like this that got those slash fan girls started."

Sam looked over at him. "Huh?"

"Think about it. Tom and Jerry were two dudes with a love/hate relationship. Kids were taught to be slash fans from a young age."

"First of all that's insane, and second of all how do you even know what a slash fan is?"

"Chuck is still publishing and apparently people ship 'Sabriel.' I read a few of the fics, they're not too bad. Some of them actually write us pretty well."

Sam snorted. "You read slash fics?"

"You should try them sometime."

Sam laughed and went back to staring at the TV screen with boredom. Once your age hits double digits, cartoons aren't quite as interesting as they used to be. Gabriel was watching with attentiveness, and man did Sam find it funny than an older-than-Earth archangel liked cartoons. The twins were sitting between their fathers, making adorable little faces. Sadly their moment of calm was disturbed by the soft rustling of wings and a voice coming from a few feet away.

"So, when did you plan on telling me I had a niece and nephew?"

Their heads snapped up to see Balthazar leaning against the wall nearby. Sam snarled deep in his throat, standing up in front of his husband and children. Balthazar watched the events with amused interest that Sam couldn't tell if was genuine or coldly calculating. Gabriel glared, looking like a pint sized version of something that might actually be considered intimidating if it was more than five foot eight inches tall.

Balthazar looked between Sam and Gabriel. "What? Is no one going to offer me a seat and a cup of tea?"

"So raise your glass if you are wrong

In all the right ways

All my underdogs, we will never be, never be

Anything but loud

And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

So raise your glass if you are wrong

In all the right ways."