Big Brother Michael

"What the hell are you idjits doing?! You're burning down my house!" Bobby's voice thundered throughout the house. "Sam, catch that little rascal!" Bobby continued shouting. An explosion boomed through the house and Dean let out an irritated mode. Could he not get one measly hour of sleep without those damn baby angels causing a heap of trouble? Dean stretched, letting out a yawn and stumbled into the living room. The hunter rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was still dreaming. A huge black thundercloud swirled around the ceiling, letting rain trickle down to the floor and blasting lighting at the book shelves and starting books on fire. Bobby stood with a fire extinguisher in hand while Sam quickly flipped through some thick uncharred books.

"What the hell is…"

"Gabby got his powers," Castiel said, trotting over to Dean with Balthazar in tow. Dean frowned, glancing around the room and then to the frightened arch angel on the couch. His eyes were wide and his wings were flared out. The wings were slightly large then what they usually were and the soft baby feathers were almost completely gone now. Flight feathers now stuck out in the places the down once was.

'Are you trying to tell me he hit puberty, Cas?" Dean questioned, raising a brow at the baby angel.

"In a way," Balthazar muttered, eyeing the liquor cabinet mischievously. "Hey, Gabby!" he shouted. Gabriel followed Balthazar's finger and an uncontrolled blast of lightning broke the lock right off. Balthazar rushed over to the cabinet, grabbing a bottle and raising it to his older brother. "Thanks, Bro- HEY!" Dean pulled the bottle from the wee angel's grip and set it down before tossing Balthazar onto the couch roughly. The angel pouted angrily.

"Gabe, cool it down man. You're blowing up the house!" Dean shouted at the arch angel. Gabriel covered his face in his hands, sobbing loudly.

"I…I can't!" Gabriel sobbed, causing the rain to come down harder. Dean dodged a blast of lightning and Sammy came running in.

"Cas, Balthy, do you have any idea how to help him? The books don't have anything about and archangel's grace maturing," Sam panted, hair plastered to his face from the rain. The angel's shook their heads.

"How are we supposed to knows?! We aren't big angels like Luci, Ralphy, and Mickey!" Balthazar grumbled. Dean could practically see the light bulb blinking above Sammy's head.

"Another archangel would know how to…"

"No way, Sammy. There's no way we are going to put these little guys in the hands of those three when they can't even protect themselves. "What if-"

"Honestly, Winchester, my brothers and I are not as heartless as you think." Dean and Sam twirled around and the baby angels shouted with happiness.

"Mickey!" Cas and Balthazar screamed, running over to their big brother and embracing him with a hug before the Winchesters could stop them. Dean waited for the bright light he knew would see when Michael killed them, but it never came. Instead, Michael embraced his brothers and ran his fingers through the soft down of their feathers. Cas and Balthy purred softly like content kittens and Michael popped on the floor, cradling them gently. Balthazar buried his face into Michael's lap as Cas sucked on his thumb and played with his big brother's fingers. A smile spread across Michael's lips as he stared at his baby brothers.

"Aww, it's been a while," Michael whispered, continuing to play with his brothers.

"Let go of them you son of a-"Dean was caught off by a blast of lightning. This time it wasn't Gabriel. The sound was loud and even made the baby angels flinch. Michael's soft gaze turned hard as he looked up at the Winchester brothers and Bobby.

"You are the ones that needed my help. I would never kill my brothers when they can barely protect themselves. I am not that cruel," Michael hissed. Dean and Sam remained silent and Michael's eyes turned to where Gabriel was sitting. He smiled at the little archangel. "Hey, Gabriel," he whispered softly, lifting his smaller brothers off his lap and making his way towards his out of control brother. Gabriel looked up at him with big puffy eyes from crying.

"M…make it stop, Mickey. I…I..." Mickey touched a finger to Gabriel's forehead and closed his eyes.

"Concentrate on one thing Gabriel. One thing. It can be a memory, an object, a face…" he trailed off, letting Gabriel think. Gabe closed his eyes, breathing deeply. "Now, push your grace out to it."

"It's too hard," Gabriel whimpered. Michael leaned in closer to his brother and ran a gentle had up and down the feathers of the small angel.

"Just do it. You'll feel better. If something happens I'll be here," Michael whispered. A small sob left Gabriel's mouth.

"But…you…you're never here. You're always fighting with Luci and running heaven! I never see you anymore!" Michael looked like he had just been betrayed. A hurt look spread across his face and he lowered his head before pulling Gabe into a tight embrace.

"I am now, Gabby." With that a blast of bright light filled the room. Castiel and Balthazar scattered from their spots and jumped into the Winchester brothers' hands.

"Cover you eyes!" Casteil cried, putting his small hands over Dean's face. Balthazar did the same with Sam and Bobby turned away.

"He'll be out for a few hours," Michael stated, from the couch as he ran a hand through his brothers wings as he slept. Castiel and Balthazar had curled up next to Gabe and had now drifted off as well. "It will be easier for him to manage his grace now, but there will be some instances where he will get out of hand with his powers." Dean kneeled down next to the couch, staring at Gabriel and then to the little angels sleeping around their brother.

"What about those two?" he asked. Michael stared at his smallest brothers and shook his head.

"That won't be for a while yet and theirs won't be as strong. The most that will probably happen is that they will start zapping places or accidently touch something and burn it with their grace."

"Yeah, nothing too major," Bobby grumbled as he set fans up around the house to get the room dry. Michael shrugged.

"Could have been worse. It could have been three archangels instead of one," Michael sighed before getting up from his spot on the couch. "Have Gabe practice his powers any way you can think of. Take him on hunts or have his brothers play fight with him. The more practice the more manageable his grace will be."

"Hey, why don't you just…I don't know…TURN THEM BACK!" Dean shouted at the angel. Michael let out a loud laugh that surprised Dean slightly. He's never heard the angel laugh before.

"Why would I do that? They are so much cuter this way. Plus heaven is really enjoying the show. What did Ezekiel say….Oh yes! He said that this is an angelic version of Super Nanny!" Another laugh escaped from Michael and Dean held back the urge to strike down the archangel. Almost as if someone hit a button on the angel Michael stopped laughing and he stared up into the heavens, worry lines returning to his face. "I must return to heaven now." Michael glanced down at his brothers and Dean could have sworn the angel almost looked at peace just staring at their peaceful forms and slightly worried for his brothers. "Take care of them."

"Always do," Dean reassured the angel. Michael nodded and in a flap of wings he was gone. The hunters continued staring at the spot Michael had disappeared and then glanced at the angel's sleeping on the couch. Castiel and Balthazar and scooted into their older brother's arms and Gabe's now larger wings wrapped around the baby angels. There was no way they were going to be able to hide Gabe's wings in his coat now. Maybe he'll be able to make them invisible like he used to? Dean hoped so.

"Thank god that's over," Sam sighed, slouching into one of the chairs wearily.

"More like thank Michael," Dean corrected, running a hand across his face. He never thought he'd say that about the dick archangel.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The idjit didn't bother cleaning up this mess," Bobby grumbled, setting up another fan. "Get your lazy asses up and help me clean this mess up." Dean glanced around the half flooded living room and the burnt cabinets.

"I take it back," Dean grumbled, looking up at the ceiling like he could see the angel laughing with those other dicks up on their clouds. "Thanks for nothing, ya son of a bitch!"

So what do you think? You want to be in the same room as an out of control archangel?