New Years

Dean walked out to the center of a huge field only a small ways away from Bobby's with a box of fireworks tucked under his arm. He could see his brothers and the three baby angels just ahead of him. Balthazar and Gabriel were in the air, giggling excitedly about the fireworks and everything. Sam sat in the grass, adjusting the radio so they could hear the countdown. Cas was balanced on Sam's knee, fiddling with the buttons on the radio while Sam got a signal. They had set up a small picnic in the field. An old blanket lay on the grass with a basket of food and a cooler. Dean set the box down by his feet and Castiel looked up from the radio to smile at him. The hunter returned the smile, ruffling Cas' hair and then glanced at Sammy.

"Got that thing working yet?" he questioned, watching as his brother continued to twist dials and play with the antenna. Sam held up a finger for Dean to wait and punched his fist against the radio.

"Damn thing!" Sam shouted, when nothing came out except for static. Gabriel fluttered down next to Sam, holding out two fingers and touched the box. Sam and Dean covered their ears as angel voices blasted from the radio. Cas and Balthazar just watched as their brother fiddled with the dial before the angel voices disappeared and were replaced with AC-DC. Dean uncovered his ears, rubbing at them lightly.

"What the hell was that?" he questioned the older of the baby angels. Gabriel smirked up at him, wiggling his fingers.

"I hacked into angel radio to get a better connection," Gabriel stated. Sam raised a brow at the angel.

"You can do that?" he questioned. Gabe shrugged, fiddling with the dial until it came to Christmas music. Dean scoffed. What the hell was that crap still doing on? Gabriel spun the dial again.

"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream." Sammy and Dean both stared wide eyed at the radio. What the hell?!

"Oh, and it can pick up stuff from the past," Gabe added. Dean continued to stare at the radio as it sputtered out Martin Luther King's voice. Gabe was getting pretty damn good at his powers lately, but this took the cake. Finally, Gabriel settled on a station with a woman's voice discussing the ball dropping in about a minute or two.

"Good work, Gabe," Dean told the angel. Gabriel smiled, wings stretching a little wider. Balthazar then fluttered down on Dean's shoulder.

"So, ya bring the booze?" the angel questioned. Dean glared at the angel, reaching into the cooler Sammy was sitting by and pulled out a juice box.

"This is the closest to booze you're going to get tonight, Angel," Dean told him, tossing the juice box at the silver winged angel. Balthazar glared at the packet.

"Gabby, ya minds?" the middle angel called, lifting up his juice. Gabe lifted his fingers, but Sam smacked the angel on the head before he could do anything.

"No turning the juice into beer," Sammy ordered. Gabriel pouted, rubbing at his soar head.

"That hurt, Sammy!" Gabe whined. Sam rolled his eyes, placing a quick kiss on the spot he had his Gabe. "Ew! Hunter cooties!" the angel teased. Sam let out a laugh, and his fingers sprang into action. Gabriel fell onto his back as Sam launched at him. Cas was flung into the air by the sudden movements, but Dean grabbed him before he could go tumbling into the soft grass. "NO! Stop! STOP!" Gabe screamed as Sam blew air onto the angel's belly and tickled tiny ribs. Castiel and Balthazar laughed at their brother and Sammy. Dean laughed with them until the radio began to sputter with cheering.

"START THE COUNTDOWN!" the woman on the radio shouted. Sam and Gabriel stopped and all eyes were on the radio now. Dean grabbed the fireworks quickly, walking a few feet away before setting them up. Once they were ready, he lit the string and ran back to the group listening intently to the radio. "10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…"

"Happy New Year!" the angels screamed. The fireworks blasted up into the air. Blues, greens, reds, and yellows decorating the sky. Dean plopped down onto the grass watching the show when Castiel brushed a kiss to Dean's chin. Dean raised his brows at the angel now staring at him with his head to the side like a puppy.

"Aren't you supposed to do dats on the New Year?" Cas questioned. Dean smirked, scooping up his angel and holding Cas close to his face so he could kiss the tiny angel's forehead. The angel giggled and a scream echoed from next to them. They turned to see that Gabriel and Sam had carried on from their fight from earlier. Balthazar was sitting on the cooler, sucking on his juice box as he watched the fireworks. The lights glinted off his wings, making them look like they were changing colors.

"So what's our New Year's reso…reso…"

"Resolution," Dean pronounced slowly for the middle angel. "I don't know. Kill some demons, take care of you three," he decided. Balthazar nodded, taking another sip of his juice and scowling.

"I'm going to break into Bobby's cabinet," Balthy decided.

"Fat chance!" Dean chuckled. "What about you two?" Dean questioned his giggling brother and eldest angel.

"S…survive…this!" Gabriel squealed, swatting at Sam's fingers with his wings. Sam chuckled, tickling the angel's neck.

"I think you're going to be disappointed with the outcome," Sam panted, letting his fingers trail down the golden wings and tickle the soft feathers. Gabriel let out a squeal and tried once again to twist away from Sammy. Dean rolled his eyes at the pair and then turned his gaze to Cas, sitting in his lap. The little angel was watching the fireworks, eyes wide. His black feathers were wrapped around him like a blanket and his trench coat was wrapped in his tiny fist as usual.

"What about you, Cas?" Dean questioned the smallest of angels. Cas snuggled deeper into Dean's arms.

"This," was all Cas said. The little angel glanced around himself, smiling at his brothers and hunters. Dean smirked, fiddling with Cas' baby feathers. He laid back into the grass, letting Cas rest on his chest as they watched the lights flicker in the sky. "Also, I want to fly," Cas added. Dean let out a chuckle, petting Castiel's fluffy wings.

"Yeah, I think we can do a few test rounds," Dean told the angel, continuing to stare into the sky. He'll have to go pick up some helmets and knee pads later. Maybe a fire extinguished just to be safe. You never know what a baby angel attempting to fly is capable of.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! *throws confetti* Hope your 2013 was awesome and that your 2014 will be even better. Thanks for reading and watch out for flying baby angels!