How to Discipline Your Hunter

"Dean, the angels need more discipline," Sam growled as his head rested against the table. Bobby was next to the younger Winchester, currently attempting to pull out the caramel that the angels had dumped over his head as one of their brilliant pranks. The sticky candy was clinging to Sam's hair like a vice and if Bobby couldn't get the stuff out Sam was going to be a bald man. "You can't just give them what they want whenever they give you puppy eyes!"

"I don't do that!" Dean shouted back, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, watching his brother and Bobby. It hadn't been his fault that he let the angels get out of a time out for ruining Sam's perfect locks just because the angels looked really sorry with their big watering eyes and shaky voices.

"Dean-o, can we have ice cream?" Gabe asked, pulling himself from the angel pile on the floor as the three wrestled each other.

"No, you'll spoil your dinner," Dean stated, smirking in Sam's direction. See, he's got this. A frown pulled over Gabe's expression and he nodded at Balthazar. The middle angel nodded back and turned his attention to Cas.

"Do your thing, Cassie," Balthazar whispered. Dean swallowed thickly as big blue eyes attacked, squeezing his heart and making him feel like he just kicked the little angel.

"Please, Dwean?" the angel begged, voice somehow going an octave higher and blowing up the cute meter.

"Uh…yeah, go ahead," Dean muttered, averting his gaze. The angels cheered, hugging Dean's legs before leaving him alone with Sam so they could raid the fridge. Dean could practically feel bitch face burning into him.

"See?!" Sam practically screamed.

"Shut up," Dean grumbled. "How are we supposed to discipline angels? They…have evil, manipulative powers of cuteness." A smirk fell over Sam's face and Dean started to wish he hadn't asked.

"Oh, I know just the person," Sam said, smirking at Dean like he was Sylvester the cat and Dean was Tweetie Bird. This was no way in hell going to be good.

A few hours later Dean was swinging the door open after three knocks were pounded against the wooden surface. Standing in the doorway was a black woman with her hair dung up and a look that seemed to look right into Dean's mind.

"Boy, are you just going to stand there and let me freeze to death?" the woman questioned. Dean's smile widened even more and he stepped to the side to let her in.

"Always good to see you too, Missouri," Dean chuckled, closing the door once Missouri had entered. He followed her as she looked around the house. Charlie and Kevin had helped him pick up a little after calling her. The last thing they wanted was her tripping and dying because of a stuffed animal before disciplining the balls of fluff currently terrorizing the house. She smiled a little as she lifted some crayon drawings the angels had done and left on the table in the living room. Dean looked over her shoulder, staring at the picture. It was a typical child's drawing. Dean recognized the squiggles on the paper as each member of their family. He couldn't hold back a laugh as he realized the squiggles on the page were dressed like the Avengers. Missouri set down the picture and started walking though the small apartment again, stopping when she came to the angels' bedroom. Gently, she pushed open the door and peaked her head inside. Sitting on the bed were the three little angels. They were having a pillow fight again, sending feathers flying with each smack. Missouri stepped through the door and smiled at the three angels. They stopped their game, staring at her with curiosity and hesitation. She sat down on the bed and held out a hand, palm up.

"Hello, Boys. I'm Missouri. Come here and let me have a look at ya," she hummed. The angels stared at her, tentatively reaching out their hands and placing them in her palm. Dean bit his lip, watching as Missouri frowned slightly as she read them. Finally, her smile returned and she pulled her hand back. "It was nice meeting you three. I'll see you later," she stated before walking out of the room. The angels watched her go and then looked to Dean. The hunter shrugged, closing the door behind him before leaving. He rushed to Missouri's side, asking her what she had seen. Missouri shook her head, walking back to the living room.

"I know you saw something," Dean sighed, crossing his arms as he plopped down on one of the chairs.

"I didn't see anything. I just felt. Those dear boys have quite a time ahead of them." Dean frowned. What did that mean? When he opened his mouth to question her, Missouri shut him up with one of her signature stares.

"Boy, you stop your hassling. I came here to discipline you not be your personal physic," Missouri shouted, smacking Dean in the back of the head. Dean grumbled, rubbing his throbbing head.

"Hold up," Dean said, Missouri's words finally hitting him. "Disciplining me?" Missouri rolled her eyes at him.

"Of course! You're an influence towards those sweet little boys in there," Missouri stated, nodding her head towards the bedroom. "Once you are disciplined than the angels will follow in your footsteps." Dean stared at her. He was pretty sure that there was no way that disciplining him would help the angels. It was the angels' nature to be cunning pain in the asses. Still, he had a choice. He either went along with Missouri's plan or he got smacked with a spoon. Sighing, Dean finally gave in.

"Alright. What do we do first?" he asked. Missouri smiled at him.

"How about we have lunch?"

About a half hour later Dean was sitting at the table with the others while Sam finished up in the kitchen. There was already food on the table though and Dean was in no way going to wait and let everything get cold. The hunter started to reach for the beans, but Missouri slapped his hand away.

"It's not polite to eat without the entire family seated," Missouri stated, nodding at the empty chair next to Dean. Dean glared at the chair and Missouri pointed a finger towards the angels. The angels were reaching out towards the food now, just as Dean had before. "Well?" Missouri drawled. Dean sighed, sitting up straighter in his chair and looking towards the angels.

"Uh…hold up guys. Let's wait for Sammy, huh?" The angels frowned in Dean's direction, surprised by Dean's actions. Dean was just as surprised. He glanced over at Missouri to see that she was smiling. Just then Sam finally decided to join them and sat down next to Dean. He looked around, noticing the empty plates and the patiently waiting angels now watching him.

"Umm…shall we eat?" Sam questioned, raising his brow at the others seated around the table.

"Let's," Missouri said with a smile and everyone started to dig in except for Dean and the angels. Dean stared at them as they looked to him, waiting for the okay. Dean reached for the beans again and the angels started to fill their own plates. Dean glanced over at Missouri and the woman patted his shoulder.

After lunch Dean and the angels were playing in the back yard like always. Today pirates seemed to be the theme of the day. Gabe used his grace to turn the play set in the tiny yard into a ship and made pirate clothes appear on his siblings and Dean. Dean crawled up to the mast of the tiny ship, standing on it and making to jump, but Missouri quickly walked out into the yard.

"What you playing, Boys?" Missouri asked. Dean didn't move from his spot. Instead he sat down on the mast and watched Missouri with confusion.

"Pirates!" Castiel said excitedly. "Dean's our captain," the angel stated as he sat down on the mast with Dean. Missouri smiled at the little angel and nodded.

"Oh is that right? Then you three do what your captain does, don't you?" she asked, glancing towards Dean briefly before looking back to the angel. Cas nodded in agreement with Missouri right away and once Dean glanced at the mast he was sitting on. So, that's why Missouri came out here? If he would have jumped Cas probably would have too. This was just adding to the list of things showing him how much of an impact he had on the angels. Dean quickly got back to his feet and walked over to the steps on the side of the fake ship and crawled down them instead of jumping. When Dean hit the grass he looked up and watched as Cas walked away from the mast and went down the stairs as well. Dean felt himself smiling and Missouri clapped him on the shoulder.

"Now you're getting it!" She said happily. Dean smiled at her and offered Missouri a hand.

"Care to help us steal Red Beard's treasure he questioned?" A laugh erupted from Missouri and she gave Dean a hand.

"Oh, I suppose we'll leave the disciplining till after we rob that pirate blind."

Thank you zabani-chan and ncsupnatfan for the request!