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Crime and Punishment.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Deana warned as she turned from the counter with her freshly poured coffee. "I mean it. Don't do it."
She glared at her ten year old twins. They may be the Nephilims but she could read the two of them like books.
"But mo-om!" Tristan whined.
"We have powers for a reason, why shouldn't we use them?" Isolde, the oldest of the two challenged.
Deana leaned back against the counter and crossed see her ankles.
"Alright, fine. I've asked you to wash the dishes like boring old humans, but go ahead, use your powers." She said, pulling open the trash drawer beside her. "Go on, and just see what happens."
Deana reached beside her and pushed the plate of freshly baked brownies precariously to the edge.
"Is? Maybe we should just..." Tristan began.
"She's bluffing Tris." Isolde announced. Deana just arched an eyebrow at her wilful child.
Isolde paused for a moment glancing at the baked treats resting just on the edge of the counter. Those weren't her mothers cheat brownies. The quick ones she makes with cocoa powder and loads of sugar. No, those were the good ones. The ones that take forever, where she has to melt chocolate and with loads of butter and Isolde knew her mother had added raspberries to this particular batch. There was no way she was dumping them in the trash. Isolde smiled victoriously.
"Am I? Am I bluffing?" Deana prompted.
With the question still hanging in the air Deana reached down and lifted a brownie from the plate and not just any brownie, the centre one, the one that was extra gooey and delicious.
There was a hierarchy in their home when it came to baked goods. As patriarch of the family their father had first choice, but Castiel preferred the chewy corner pieces. As the older twin, Isolde had next pick and she had let Tristan have the gooey, chocolate-y middle piece the last two times these particular brand of brownie had been cooked. Today, that centre piece was hers. She looked at it squishing and oozing between her mothers fingers.
"Well Is, what's it gonna be?" Deana asked, biting into the mouthwatering chocolate square.
Isolde gasped in horror and clicked her fingers. Several things happened in that moment. The dishes disappeared, presumably appearing in their respectful cupboards and drawers, sparkling clean. Deana pushed the plate forward, sending it tumbling into the trash, she picked up her coffee and poured it in after them for good measure, shaking out the last few drops and dropping the mug on top of the entire mess. She then raised her own hand and clicked her fingers.
Castiel stepped through the door just at that moment to see all the dirty dishes reappear on the table and counter, a shocked look on his children's faces that matched his own and Deana standing nonchalantly at the counter taking another bite of her brownie.
"What's...what's going on here?" He asked.
Deana dropped the remainder of the brownie into the trash and closed the drawer. Brushing her hands together she turned to her children.
"What? You didn't think that after that little stunt you pulled last month with the singing and dancing teddy bears I wasn't going to get Michael to juice me up?"
"Can some one tell me what's going on?" Cas asked.
"I told the children not to use their powers and they didn't listen to me." Deana explained simply.
"Then momma dumped the brownies in the trash as punishment." Tristan added as he stacked the dirty plates.
"Oh, you think that was your punishment?" Deana asked.
Both children looked up at their mother.
"Oh no. That wasn't your punishment. You remember the carnival that we were going to go to with Grandpa John and Uncle Sam?"
The children nodded.
"Well, see, now, you're not going." Deana announced. "No, now, you're going to go to Heaven and train with Michael and Raphael and.." Deana leaned down to look at her offsprings faces and smiled evilly. "...Uriel!"
"Nooo!" The children cried in unison.
"Come on Deana, don't you think they've learned their lesson missing out on the brownies?" Cas asked gazing sadly at the trash drawer.
"Ooh! You're taking their side?" Deana asked turning on Castiel. "Just for that, you can take them and supervise!"
"But the Carousel..."
"Should have thought of that before you teamed up with those two terrors." Deana said, patting Cas on the cheek before returning to the counter to pour herself a fresh coffee then heading towards the door.
"Don't worry dad, Gabriel will be there to save us." Tristan said hopefully.
"Oh didn't I tell you?" Deana said, hitting her forehead with the heel of her hand and stopping just before she stepped out of the kitchen. "No, that's right, it was going to be a surprise." She turned back to the occupants of the room. "Gabriel won't be in Heaven because he's coming to the fair with us, well, me." She said with a shrug. "Oh my gosh, I just can't stop thinking about all that cotton candy and caramel apples and chilli fries that we're gonna eat and the best part? I don't have to share with any of you. Mmmm-mm!"
Deana turned and practically skipped out of the room.
"You'll talk to her won't you father?" Isolde asked hopefully. "You'll fix it?"
Castiel turned to glare at his prodigy.
"Well I can try but I doubt I can change her mind on this." He said as he dropped into a chair. "Just wash the dishes like you were asked."
Castiel sat and supervised his, not so human, children perform their, extremely human, chores while he mourned the loss of the chewy corner brownies, caramel corn and sharing cotton candy with his mate in his favourite bee shaped carousel chair. He would try but they all knew Deana would hold fast on this one. The best they could hope for is Gabriel sneaking some candy back.
This was a valuable lesson learned for the two powerful Nephilim. Don't mess with mom!
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A/N: this was just a little something that popped into my head half way through writing Behind Blue Eyes. I thought it was kinda cute. And FYI, I don't believe ten is too young for children to be doing the dishes. Thanks for reading. X
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Alright so that was supposed to be the end but a while back Vrskaandrea and I were having a conversation about Henry and what would happen in this universe if he popped out of the cupboard and this was just a stupid little thing I sent her but it's too cute not to share...
Deana, John and Sam are in the twins nursery while Deana is changing the babies when all of a sudden the wardrobe door begins to glow and a strange man bursts through.
Deana: What the hell?
Sam: who are you?
John: dad...?
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Okay...now this is the end.
Stay safe
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