Nerdy Angels
"Angels are watching over you."
Dean glanced at the back seat of the Impala as he drove. The three angels were tightly bundled in warm jackets and scarves, a blanket throne over their sleeping bodies. It had only taken a few miles until the angels had finally passed out. Dean sighed, smiling softly.
"Guess it's my turn to watch over you guys," he whispered mainly to himself other than the tired angels. Dean took another turn, coming to a huge field with a huge building sitting in the middle and people walking around in weird outfits. Waiting by the door to the strange place filled with geeks was a red headed woman wearing a short skirt and a red sweater. Dean waved at her, parking the Impala and getting out of the car.
"Hey Charlie!" Dean shouted as the red head bounded over to him. "Nice get up." Charlie smirked at him.
"Doctor Who, man. Ya gotta watch it!" Dean rolled his eyes at her, opening the door to reveal the slumbering little angels curled up in the back. A squeal left Charlie's mouth at the sight of them and she instantly found herself cradling Balthazar in her arms. The angel curled up closer to her, sensing her warmth and popped a thumb into his mouth. Another squeal left Charlie's mouth and she nuzzled the baby angel's cheek. Dean lifted Gabriel and Cas into his arms, careful not to wake them.
"Thanks for lending us your…geek zone for a few days," Dean said as Charlie led him through the door.
"Not a problem. I needed some more team members for my team anyway. The babies will make perfect weeping angels and you can be my big strong centurion," Charlie fake swooned.
"Yeah, nerd language. Didn't understand a word of it, but really, Charlie. Thank you. With everything happening with those fucking bastards-"
"Dean, it's alright. I owe you guys one anyway," Charlie said, fiddling with the keys to her room in the convention's apartment area. When she finally got the door open Dean was smacked right in the face by the overpowering glow of geekdom. Charlie's room had two beds in it covered with Star Wars bed sheets. Books were piled all over the place and Game of Thrones was paused on the TV. There was far more, but listing it all would take eons. Charlie waved a free hand over to one of the beds before gently laying Balthazar down. Dean followed her, setting down Gabriel first. He then wrapped Castiel's tiny body up in the old trench coat that acted like the baby angel's security blanket and then set the angel down next to his brothers. They watched the little angels sleep for a moment, Charlie gently running her fingers through their wings. When she brushed back a strand of Gabriel's hair she froze. Dean followed her gaze to where the ugly bruise rested just below the hair line.
"Dean, I thought you said the demons only followed you to Bobby's. It looks like these angels actually got to play a wrestling match with one or two!" Charlie yelped in a hushed voice so not to wake the angels. Dean lowered his head, glaring at his feet. He and Sammy had been away on a case for several days and had been followed by demons when they went back home. When the demons saw the baby angels they didn't hesitate in taking advantage of the situation.
"That's why we're staying with you for a bit while Sam and Bobby torture the son of a bitch. We need to know how many other demons now know about the little guys."
"Why didn't you stay and help?" she asked. Dean smirked, fingers unknowingly reaching for Cas' soft black wings.
"Cuz I'd fucking kill the bastard for touching my angels before we'd even get a word out of him." There was a curt nod from the girl and she went back to petting the delicate wings of each angel, letting silence once again consume the room. Dean cleared his throat after a minute or two and glanced at the grey outfits on the floor. "So umm…what's this cosplaying thing ya told me we could help ya out with?" The thick tension in the room dissipated instantly and a smile gleamed in Charlie's eyes.
"This little convention is for everything Syfy," she began. "The first week of it is the cosplay contests. A group of five and up pick a show and will be judged on how awesome their costumes are together. Our group this year is Doctor Who, but a few of my guys opted out to go to some Con over in Georgia. Luckily for me I've got you on call." The last bit was added with a smirk and Dean just rolled his eyes, losing focus of the topic when the little angels started to move.
"Hey, Dudes," Charlie said softly as tired angel eyes turned to her.
"Cas, Gabriel, Balthazar, this is Charlie. She's the one I told you we'd be staying with for a while," Dean added, just in case the angels freaked out over the new face.
"Hello, Charlie," the angels said sleepily, leaving the r out of her name and replacing it with a w. Charlie seamed to find it 100% adorable unlike Dean who always tried to get the angels to pronounce their words better.
"Dwean, I'm hungry," Cas whimpered, crawling on his hands and knees onto Dean's lap and curling up in a sleepy ball. Dean laughed, scooping up the baby angel delicately and nuzzling his face against Cas' in attempt to tickle him. The angel giggled softly, rolling up into a tighter ball.
"Can we haves wuffles?" Balthazar asked, licking his lips hungrily from his spot on the bed.
"You mean waffles," Gabriel corrected, popping a Jolly Rancher from his pocket into his mouth and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Dean glanced over at Charlie and watched as the girl scooped up the grey clothes from the ground and smiled at the angels.
"Alright boys, but first put these on!"
"The last time I wore togas like these was a quazillion years ago!" Balthazar whined as he glared at the grey togas.
"Yeah, but at least then we didn't look like we lost a finger painting war!" Gabriel shouted, glaring at his grey painted face in the mirror. Cas stumbled over to the mirror as well, tripping on his toga every few steps.
"Why are we wearing these, Dwean?"
"Because that was the deal I made with Charlie and so that way we don't have to worry about people seeing your wings and freaking out. They'll just think it is part of your crying angel costumes." Dean told them, stepping out of the bathroom dressed as a roman centurion. Seriously, this Doctor Who stuff was crazy shit.
"Plus, you three are adorable Weeping Angels. My team will win the contest for sure!" Charlie cheered, making her way towards the door. "Now, as promised let's get some waffles!" The angel's cheered, flying towards the door. Dean made sure to grab hold of Cas before the little guy attempted to fly too. He still sucked at it and his little wings weren't strong enough to hold him yet. When the angel made to argue Charlie snatched the baby angel from Dean's hands and tossed him into the air as they made their way to the convention's food court.
Dean was amazed at how much waffles the angels could stuff into their tiny mouths at once. Each plate was stacked up just as high as Dean stacked their pancakes every morning on weekends. The five of them were all seated around a table towards the back of the room where they had a perfect view of everyone. Dean recognized over a dozen costumes, but a handful of them were pretty lame. Half of The Supermen looked like they had lost a battle with the evil McDonalds. There weren't many girls around either and the ones that were there were the kind Dean remembered putting gum in their hair.
"Whoa! These the new recruits, Charlie?" a dude dressed in suspenders and a red bow tie asked as he approached the table with a hot curly space haired blond at his side.
"Yep," Charlie said, quickly introducing the angels and Dean.
"Guys, this is my team Andrea and Mitchell." Dean shook Mitchell's hand and smiled at Andrea, wondering if she was single as he eyed her up and down.
THWAK!
Giggling burst out of the three angels when a spray of syrup smacked Dean in the face. Dean gasped, rubbing the sticky substances away from his eyes and glaring at Gabriel in the corner of his eyes.
"Gabriel, you son of a-"
"Charlie! Charlie! Tell him to stop yelling! I didn't mean to hit him!" Gabriel cried, folding himself into Charlie's arms. Dean glared at the little trouble maker when Gabriel winked at him, face still buried in Charlie's shirt. Little bastard was a hell of a good actor. Charlie just grinned at the baby angel and rocked him back and forth.
"Awe, Gabe, don't worry. I'll protect you from your big bad baby sitter," Charlie teased, smirking at Dean with that smug little grin of hers that Sam had too. Andrea was now bent over Gabriel as well, smiling sweetly at the little guy.
"Oh, he's so sweet!" Dean held back a face palm. Damn angel steeling all the hot woman. He wasn't even of age! Well, technically.
"I'm sweet too!" Balthazar chirped, grinning up at Andrea and flapping his wings. Andrea's eyes brightened at the sight of him. Dean grumbled under his breath, turning back to his breakfast only to see that it was completely gone. He frowned at his plate and caught sight of Castiel popping one last square into his mouth happily. Dean paled.
"Shit, Cas! You're going to get a stomach ache from all that!" Dean yelped. Cas smiled at Dean with his syrupy lips and hiccupped silently.
"But it was nummy, Dwean," he argued, trotting over to his hunter. Dean pouted playfully at the angel.
"Yeah, but you could have left me a bite!" Cas held his hands up and Dean lifted him in his arms only for Cas to push forward and put a syrupy kiss to Dean's chin. Heat instantly rose to Dean's face and he thanked God silently that Sammy wasn't around to see that. He'd never hear the end of it.
"AWW!" Dean glanced up to see that everyone at the table was watching him and Cas. Balthazar and Gabe sat on the table, grumpy that all the attention was off of them. Dean glanced down at Cas, still in his arms and the little angel tilted his head to the side cutely. Another squeal left everyone's lips and Cas gave Dean a wink. The hunter was in awe of the little angel. The little guy was good. Adding on to the little act Dean brushed a kiss to Cas' forehead as he cradled the angel.
"Alright, Boys, that's enough cute for one breakfast," Charlie broke in. Dean set Cas onto his shoulders, leaning against the table. He and Cas both winked at the angels sitting across from them, earning two tongues poking out at them.
"Attention geeks and nerds!" Everyone turned in their seats to see a man dressed as some guy Dean remembered from Battlestar Galactica. "The costume contest starts in half an hour so get your teams ready!" The court started to clear out and Dean got an even better glance at the costumes. The Star Trek group was pretty awesome looking except that Spock was too short. The Justice League sitting at the table next to their own group really should have tried to find a woman to dress as Wonder Woman other than some dude. Dean shivered, reaching out towards the little angles and covering their eyes with his hands.
"Hey, what's the deal, Dean-o? I wanna see the costumes!" Gabriel grumbled, trying to swat Dean's hand away.
"No way, Gabe. Come on. Let's get ready for the contest."
Dean held onto the angels as they waited on the side of the stage, waiting for the judge to call on them. The little guys were practicing the scary faces Charlie told them to make when the judge called on them. Andrea was helping fix Mitchell's bow tie and Charlie was fiddling with her camera.
"Charlie, put that thing away or I'll have Gabriel turn it into candy!" Dean growled.
"No way! I promised Sam I'd get him a little bit of black mail," Charlie hummed.
"Yes, and Gabby is an infant so his grace is too feeble yet to turn things into candy," Cas deadpanned. Dean muttered a sarcastic thank you to Cas. The kid could say feeble, but couldn't pronounce the hunters name correctly. What the hell kind of logic was that?
"Doctor Who Crew!" called out a voice from the stage. Charlie jumped up and down excitedly and Dean set the angels on the ground so they could walk out.
"Alright, Angel's, give me your best scary faces. The three angels each made their faces. Balthazar and Gabriel made scary faces while Castile folded his hands over his face like he was playing peek-a-boo. "Perfect!" she cried, patting their heads before approaching Dean. Dean took her hand and the group made their way to center stage. They were instantly greeted with cheers from those in the audience. They all struck a pose. Mitchell and Andrea leaned against each other. Andrea pointed some weird gun at the audience and Mitchell pointed at them what was apparently a screwdriver of some sort. Dean and Charlie stood next to each other, eyes firmly on the angels scattered around them.
"Well done! Well done!" the judge encouraged, clapping enthusiastically for them. The crowd in the audience joined him and Dean watched the angels' faces brighten with excitement. The judge held up a hand to momentarily silence the crowd and then shouted merrily, "I think we have our winners!" Gabriel, Balthazar, and Cas jumped with joy and the grownups gave each angel a tight hug before the judge brought them the trophy. Charlie handed her camera to the judge and everyone kneeled down around the three little angels holding up the giant trophy.
Sam smiled at the picture of his brother, Charlie, and the angels dressed up and holding their trophy high. Charlie had just sent it to him moments ago. Bobby smirked at the image over Sam's shoulder.
"Think we should message back and tell 'em they can come back now? We took care of all those demons, They should be safe now," Bobby stated. Sam glanced back at the photo and shook his head.
"We'll call later. Let's not ruin their time."
I am just in love with writing these! I just can't stop! Plus it helps that I now have Christmas vacation and have more than enough time on my hands to write my heart out. Sorry to those of you who don't know about Doctor Who, but I couldn't resist putting the three into weeping angel costumes. If you have questions send me a PM and I'll explain. I think I may have more chapters in the future with Charlie. I just love her character so much! I might bring in some other characters too in the future. Thanks for the reviews, requests/ideas, favorites, and follows! Keep them coming!