Hello all, the world is a crappy place, we have to wait for season 10 and I was bored, so here is a nice fluffy fic to take our minds off of it.
No warnings apply, apart from swearing.
I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters…sadly. But a girl can dream.
Chapter 1
Dean cursed every existing pagan god out there as he pulled his leather jacket tighter around his body.
The weather was definitely conspiring against him, it was freezing cold and it was no longer merely raining – it was like a friggin' monsoon with hail thrown in for good measure.
Dean was not impressed to say the least.
He had offered to do the supply run to get out of research, but now he thought that Sammy had gotten the best deal.
"Peachy!" Dean grumbled to himself, his voice rendered almost entirely silent by a loud clap of thunder.
It made Dean want to shoot something, or preferably, get inside.
He hurried along with the groceries and rounded yet another corner (and no, he had not bought Sam his requested lettuce, quinoa and sweet potatoes).
Five minutes away from their latest crappy motel, Dean heard a strange noise.
It was a soft, chirping sound - almost bird like.
Some dumb sparrow had probably flown into some barbed wire due to the strong winds and part of Dean felt sorry for it – sorry enough to head down the alley where the noise was coming from in search of the distressed animal.
However, he did not find a fluttering bird.
The alley was completely empty other than a pile of rubbish and old cardboard boxes.
Dean sighed and turned, ready to walk away (hell, it was freezing and he'd tried – don't judge) when he heard the chirping sound again accompanied by something that sounded like a human cough – but it couldn't have been, that was ridiculous.
However, he heard another cough and chirp and this time, it was much closer to Dean and he realized with a jolt that it was coming from the pile of rubbish.
If the bird was lying trapped beneath the rubbish on the floor, then it was probably already dying or badly injured – but still…
Dean approached cautiously, lifting the bags and boxes one by one until he saw one of the boxes move a little.
Praying to god that it wasn't a rat, Dean reached forward and opened up the flaps of the box.
What he saw took him by surprise…it defiantly wasn't a rat…but it wasn't a bird either. It did have wings - but that was as far as the resemblance went.
Inside the box was a tiny humanoid figure, which didn't look dissimilar to a one year old baby, although it was the size of a newborn. The child-thing had milk white skin and a mop of messy black hair. Its eyes were so wide that they seemed to take up half of the things face, and they were a deep piercing blue that looked straight at Dean – he felt like he was being psychoanalyzed.
Dean had never seen anything like it – the thing's wings were fluffy and about two feet wide and its feathers were midnight black. The thing was also clearly male – there was nothing covering the creature, not even its genitals.
And that was another issue, the thing's skin was so pale that it was sickly looking – its toes, lips, fingers, ears and genitals had taken on a bluish-gray tinge and Dean wondered how long it had been left there.
The tiny thing renewed its efforts, wriggling more frantically than before, ruffling its feathers and reaching out for Dean. It let out a high pitch wail when Dean didn't respond to its calls and the baby began to pout – it's now blue lips were jutted out and quivering with tears.
"Up."
Shit, it spoke.
But Dean still didn't act or pick up the child like it clearly wanted him to.
"Hug!"
Dean felt sorry for the little guy, he really did – but he didn't know what it was, or whether it was dangerous.
The first rule of a hunt was to know what you are dealing with.
But the tiny baby looked so fragile and weak, it had resumed its frantic chirping and tears were rolling down its cheeks. It was reaching out for Dean with shaking hands, as if it were asking for comfort. Every so often its tiny body was wracked by devastating coughs which caused the creature to cry and wail harder than ever.
Dean looked around for any other sign of life in the alley, but it was clear that the creature had been abandoned.
Just like you…a voice added in Dean's head. But that was ridiculous, Dean's parents had not abandoned him, they had died. And besides, he had Sammy now…this little thing seemingly had no one.
Dean was pulled from his thoughts when an ice cold hand reached out and grasped at his fingers, causing Dean to look down and see that the baby was wriggling and squirming whilst letting out more chirps of distress.
"Up! Up! Up!"
Dean could see the outline of each of its ribs and watched for a few moments as droplets of rain fell onto the milk white flesh.
And then he made his move.
He knew he couldn't just leave the baby here alone, monster or not, and having reached that conclusion, he pulled off his jacket and rested it over the trembling body before scooping up the box.
The thing's cries calmed a little, but the baby continued to flutter its sodden, matted wings in distress and eventually Dean gave in and took it out of the box. He then wrapped his jacket around its body tighter, being careful of the matted and sparsely-feathered wings before pulling it close to his chest.
This finally stopped the high-pitched crying and Dean knew he had made the right decision as the child cooed gratefully and clutched onto his shirt, letting out a low, grumbling purr.
"S'okay now, little man. I'll sort this out."
"Hug!"
Dean did as he was commanded and turned to leave the alley, but before he did he glanced at the discarded box.
It had 'Castle Delivery Service' emblazed across it in black ink.
"Castle…that's a dumb ass name, why don't we call you a Castiel for now, considering I don't know what you are?"
"Cas!"
The baby didn't protest and seemed to like his abbreviated name, so Dean carried on walking to the motel, swinging the door open to his room while muttering, "it's ok Cas, me and Sammy will look after you for now."
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"Hey Dean, what took you so long I've-" Sam cut himself off when he saw that Dean was cradling a bundle in his arms, wrapped up in his leather jacket. His brother was soaked through and shivering. To be truthful, he looked thoroughly miserable and was wearing a grim expression.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Ugh, don't ask." Dean plopped down on the chair next to Sam and rested Castiel on the table in front of his little brother.
"Dean, what is that?" Sam could see the feathers peeking out from the leather and knew that his brother had somehow started a hunt (or something) whilst grocery shopping.
How hard was it to just do mundane things? It looked like Dean couldn't even go to the store without being interrupted.
"You're the one with the Stanford brains, it's research time Sammy."
"Couldn't you have found a stray kitten or puppy, or something normal?"
"Nah, they poop everywhere."
"True…"
Sam clicked open a new tab on his laptop as Dean ran a hand through his hair and watched helplessly as Castiel began coughing violently and writhing on the table.
And then, Cas began to cry – he was letting out loud high pitched wails as he bucked frantically and reached out for Dean.
"Jesus Dean, make it stop! How am I meant to research with that wailing in my ears?!"
"Look, I don't know how to shut it up."
"Pick it up or something."
"Dude, we have no idea what it is, what if the thing's dangerous."
"It hardly looks like it's gonna rip your head off."
"Neither do mermaids or sirens, they look like hot women but I wouldn't voluntarily go and hug one…well-"
"Just do it."
"HUG!"
Dean scowled and re-picked up Cas, rocking him softly like a child and running a finger along his icy cheeks. This settled Cas down a bit and the wails died down a little, but Cas still fisted Dean's shirt and cried quietly, shivering in Dean's arms.
"The little guy's freezing cold, I'm gonna go and give him a bath or something…maybe if he's warm he'll stop screaming the motel down."
Sam nodded absently, opening yet another website in yet another tab and simultaneously flicking through his dad's journal.
Dean took this as an 'okay' and headed to the bathroom, where he settled Cas down on the floor before stripping off his own wet clothes and quickly drying himself, pulling on his sweats and then a loose T-shirt. Then, he leant over the bathtub and poured a shallow warm bath.
Once he'd turned off the faucet, he unwrapped Cas and lowered him into the water.
Cas let out a frightened squeak, but after Dean gently stroked his back and began to straighten out Cas' feathers, massaging warm water in them, the tears stopped.
Dean wasn't sure whether he should use body wash or not, but in the end Cas' feathers were so grimy that he did, carefully rubbing his hands together until he had a lather of pomegranate-scented bubbles, which he gently massaged into the feathers. Damn Sammy and his friggin' girls shower products.
Cas began to purr at this, a deep rumbling noise that was practically cat-like. His whole body vibrated with the sound and he leant into Dean's touch and rubbed his head against Dean's arm.
This made Dean smirk a little, and he continued cleaning Cas' wings until eventually the water was running clear from his feathers.
He used the rest of the tiny bottle of body wash to clean up Cas' skinny wrists and legs, then his prominent ribs, stomach and then his tiny genitals. Cas tried to fight against this, kicking out his little legs until Dean gave up and cleaned between his dinky little toes instead.
Dean then began to massage shampoo into the creature's mess of black hair, but halfway through this Cas became restless and began to cry again, stuffing his hand in his mouth and chewing it with soft pink gums.
"You hungry little guy?"
"Foo'"
"Shall we get you something yummy then?" Dean asked softly, pulling Cas out of the bath and wrapping him in a fluffy towel before carrying him back to Sam. Dear god, he was turning into a soccer momma already.
"Hey, you found anything?"
"Kind of…"
"Well, have you or haven't you?"
"I have, but you're not gonna believe what I say."
"Try me."
"He's an angel."
"What?"
"An angel, it's the only thing that fits."
"There's no such thing. No God, no angels, no heaven. I thought you were more sensible than all that. Didn't I raise you to take facts into account, evidence, what you see is what you get! Don't tell me you pray and all that shit!"
"Actually I do pray, and there is plenty of lore on angels."
"Fine, lets say for a moment that I believe you…what the hell was an angel doing abandoned in a cardboard box down some dingy alley?"
"I don't know, maybe he fell from heaven or something?"
"Well that aint clichéd at all…what next, are ya gonna ask him if it hurt when he landed? Anyway, he's a baby…or fledgling, or whatever. He could hardly have sinned enough to be struck off from the clouds."
"Maybe his mother was banished and gave birth here."
"Why would an angel abandon its baby? That hardly seems like an angelic thing to do."
"Maybe that was the only way to protect it."
"Castiel."
"What?"
"I called it Cas."
"Okayyyyy…why Cas?"
"The box he was in said Castle Deliveries."
Sam was about to respond when Cas let out another sob and wriggled free from his towel, flapping his wings in agitation and chirping.
"Food!" Cas' voice was high and strangled and he looked up at Dean with wide blue eyes.
"Yeah, that's another point. If he is a baby angel, why does he speak English."
"Angels are omniscient, they know and see everything."
"Ok, papa don't preach."
Sam snorted at Dean's choice of musical reference and was about to comment on it when his older brother interrupted. "Did you find out what angels eat?"
"Apparently only young angels eat, adults don't have to. One website said fruit, another said flower petals and a third said honey and nectar."
"Right, let's try fruit first." Dean went over to the kitchenette and picked up a banana – it was over-ripe, but Dean peeled it anyway and placed the fruit in the angel's hands. Cas sniffed the banana before frowning an trying to pass it back.
Dean took the proffered fruit and broke off a mouth sized piece, gently pressing it to Cas' lips. Cas turned away and continued to let out hitching sobs.
"Right, it looks like I'm going shopping again. Keep an eye on him."
Dean got up and hurried out of the room, leaving Sam with the fledgling.
Sam scooped up the tiny baby and rocked him gingerly, trying to hush its cries before someone came and complained about the noise. The angel was now once again naked, so Sam pulled out one of his T-shirts and wrapped the angel up in it, cutting a hole for its wings and tying knots in the fabric to stop it from completely drowning the little guy.
"There we are, s'that better kiddo?"
Cas gave a small gurgle and reached out for Sam, grabbing at his huge hands with little pudgy ones and clinging on before trying to suckle on his fingertips.
Sam didn't have the heart to pull back, so settled down on the sofa with the baby angel on his chest, suckling on his index finger.
An angel.
The Winchesters had an angel tucked up in their motel room, and it was chewing on Sam with soft gums.
What a mess.
Talking of which, Cas had now tangled his fists in Sam's hair and was tugging it for attention, flapping his wings faster so that they kept beating against his forearm and chest.
Sam let out a sigh of relief when he heard the door banging open to reveal Dean with a bag full of different brands of honey and three bunches of flowers – roses, tulips and geraniums.
Sam snorted with laughter, which earned him a bitch face.
"Who you planning on wooing, Casanova?"
Dean glowered before sitting on the sofa next to Sam and plucking the petals from the plants. Both brothers sat and watched as Dean handed the angel the petals, but Cas didn't eat them, he just stared at them in confusion with his mouth open in a bemused expression.
And then the tears started again.
Dean took the angel off Sam and cradled it gently, shushing Cas gently and wiping away the tears.
"I swear, if he doesn't eat this honey, we're screwed. The poor little guy's gonna starve before long and I'm sure ganking an angel is a sin, unintentional or not."
Sam nodded and pulled out the most expensive looking bottle of honey, flipping open the cap and holding the bottle so that the nipple-like opening was pressed to Cas' now plump red lips.
Much too both brother's relief, Cas let out a chirp of delight and began suckling at the sweet liquid, guzzling the whole bottle without pulling away once.
"You sure were hungry little guy, when's the last time you ate, hey?" Dean rocked the fledgling and waited as Sam pulled out another different type of honey. The angel downed this as well and opened his mouth for more, suckling at thin air until Sam pressed a third bottle to his lips.
However, Cas frowned and pulled away from this type of honey – it was the cheapest of the lot and he clearly wasn't impressed.
Therefore, Sam placed this to the side and took a different bottle, which Cas proceeded to drink before falling fast asleep.
"Well, at least he isn't too picky, he ate three out of four."
"Dude, he liked the all the posh brands! This is gonna get expensive."
"He is an angel, he deserves the best."
Dean scowled and told Sam to make somewhere for the angel to sleep.
In the end, his younger brother pulled out the drawer from the motel clothes cabinet, filling it with one of the spare blankets, a dry fluffy towel and a soft cushion used to decorate the bed. He shifted it to rest between his and Dean's twin beds.
Sam then took Cas from Dean and rested the angel in his new nest, kissing his soft cheek and tucking him in with a pillow case before grabbing two beers from the fridge and chucking one at his brother.
"Well, here's to an interesting day."
"That's one word for it."
TBC…
So there is the first chapter. This is already mostly written and will be updated regularly depending on reviews – mwahhahaha, bribery. Let me know what you think…and yes, there will be other baby angels making an appearance later!
