Painting Impalas

Dean was trying really hard not to kill the angel. He truly was. If it had been another incident like with the glitter dumped over his head or his hair dyed grey he could have just shouted and walked away, but there was no walking away from this! Sitting in the driveway now sat a bright hot-pink Impala that once used to be Dean's black beauty. Everything was pink. The tires, steering wheels, seats, and even they fucking motor! Next to the Impala stood the golden winged angel Gabriel himself.

"Dean, just breathe," Sam told the fuming Winchester. Dean tried to pull in a breath to calm his nerves, but it only gave him the look of an angered bull snorting angrily at its foe.

"Gabe, how many times do I have to tell you…TO PRACTICE ON ANYTHING BUT ME OR MY STUFF?!" Dean snapped. Gabe yelped, wings flaring protectively and a growl erupted from Custos who had been napping on the steps until he was awoken by Dean's shouting. Dean ignored Custos and continued to glare at the angel in front of him. "I want to see my baby back to normal or you're going to learn how to repaint an Impala the hard way!" With that Dean pulled a chair out onto the porch and sat down, watching the archangel expectantly. Gabriel gulped nervously, looking over the pink Impala before meeting Dean's again. Dean simply crossed his arms and got comfy.

"You are so dead," Balthazar yapped, popping up from the front seat of the pink Impala. Gabriel glared at his little brother and Dean wondered if Gabe was starting to wish Balthy and Cas still had their grace at full power.

"He not dead, Balthy!" Cas shouted, giving everyone surprised miniature heart attacks as he popping up out of the trunk.

"Cas, who the hell put you in there?" Dean questioned as the little angel jumped out of the trunk with trench coat in hand. Cas looked at the trunk and pointed at one of the vampire stakes he had stolen from the trunk.

"Me!" he yapped without a care in the world. "I was gettings a stick to play fetches with Custos," the angel explained. Dean glanced at the sleeping hellhound on the step, shaking his head.

"Custos is napping, why don't you help your naughty brother fix up my car?" Castiel frowned glancing over the Impala briefly.

"I don't see nothings wrong with it," the angel stated. Balthazar tapped at the pink color and Castiel continued to frown. "I likes it," Castiel added. If Dean was drinking a beer he would have spat it out all over Custos' sleeping form. Cas what? Sam burst out laughing, joined by Balthazar. A light bulb blinked on and off for Gabriel and he whispered something into his little brother's ear. Cas smirked slightly, dropping his stake and running over to Dean. Dean looked down at the little angel, lifting him up when Cas held up his arms. As soon as Cas was on his lap the puppy dog eyes were unleashed. "Can we keeps it pink, Dwean?" the angel pleaded. Dean froze, mouth half open and heart clenching at the big blue baby angel's eyes. The older Winchester noticed Sam and Gabriel smirk in the corner of his eyes. Crafty archangel. Releasing a long sigh, Dean stared Castiel in the eye and said no. Castiel's bottom lip stuck out then and the eyes got bigger. Damn it! Balthazar and Gabriel snickered in the background and Dean closed his eyes, allowing himself to think clearly. Castiel may be cute and hard to say no to, but he was still in the body of a three year old. His attention span only lasted so long.

"Hey, Cas, Custos is up! Better go play with him!" Dean shouted, shoving the hellhound awake with his foot. Custos snapped awake, glaring at Dean, but stopped When Cas jumped over wagging a vampire stake in hand.

"OH! Come on, Custos! Let's fetch!" Castiel giggled. Custos yapped excitedly, allowing Cas to climb onto his shoulders so he could escort the angel towards the backyard. Gabriel pouted at they left and Dean felt his imaginary score board buzz from all the hot points he was getting.

"Get a move on, Gabriel! Well, unless you want a brush shoved in your hand!" Dean shouted at the archangel. Gabriel waved an absent hand at the Winchester and glared at the pink Impala. Now or never. Sucking in a deep breath, Gabriel lifted his arms and forced his grace out. After a few seconds he opened his eyes up to see that Dean was now standing by his side with a smile on his face. Gabriel forced his eyes to look in the direction of the Impala and grinned at the sight of the black paint job. Dean pat Gabe on the back.

"Looks like them powers of yours are getting better," Dean sighed.

"Yeah, you're telling me!" Balthazar shouted from inside, lifting his wings to reveal the now charcoal black feathers.

"You're Castiel's twin now, Balthy!" Gabe sputtered, laughing his heart out at the sight of the feathers. Balthazar glared at his older brother and then at his wings. Dean ran a hand across his face, grabbing a hold of Gabriel's wrist before he could zap away.

"Gabriel, fix your brothers wings," Dean ordered, letting all his irritation come out in just those simple words. Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh, glaring in Balthazar's direction before trying again. They all watched as the black began to slowly fade into silver. Well, it was something. Dean let go of the angel, letting Gabriel zap away and strolled over to his baby, looking her over carefully. He rubbed a hand gently against the hood. She looked good. Dean lifted the hood, face falling instantly at the still pink motor. Laughing cackled from the house and Dean chased after the evil little archangel.

"Damn it, Gabe!"

Thank you monkeygirl77 for the request! Enjoy your hot pink Impala!