A New Home
A 1967 Chevy Impala pulled up into the driveway, stopping in front of the large garage connected to the house. The house looked almost like a little log cabin with big windows and a garden abuzz with bees and colorful butterflies. Just south of the house sat a crystal blue lake complete with a dock and tire swing. Dean Winchester swung the driver's door to the Impala open and took in a deep breath, loving the country smell. Sam piled out of the passenger side, waving at the old mustang Charlie, Bobby, and Kevin were currently pulling up in. Stretching, Dean walked over to the back door, silently opening the door and peering inside. He reached inside, smiling at the three angels as they stretched their wings and yawned.
"We're here," he whispered, helping them out of the vehicle. The angels' energy zapped back quickly at the news and the three stared wide eyed at their new home. "Well, let's go in!" Dean shouted once the others had finally joined them. He raced up the steps, racing with the angels and opened the door after fishing out a set of keys.
The house was beautiful for something that hasn't had anyone living in it for so long. Everything was made out of oak and cherry wood by the look of it. The kitchen was huge and the sitting room was just as big. A staircase curled upwards to several bedrooms, bathrooms, and even a playroom. Sam and Dean trudged upstairs to start packing things away in their rooms and the angels went to follow, but Bobby grabbed them before they could get too far.
"Hey, I've got a job for you three. Wanna help an old man out," Bobby questioned. The angels each shared a look with each other, curiosity blinking in their eyes as they nodded. Bobby smiled, carrying them outside and towards the back of the house where a square patch of dirt sat. "I figured we'd make a garden like we had back at my home now that we've got the room for it," the old hunter explained. Grabbing three little trowels and handing it to the angels. "What should we plant?"
"Blueberries," Balthazar purred without a second thought, remembering the times they'd pick fresh blueberries from the garden and make pancakes with them. The middle angel's brothers hummed in agreement and Bobby unveiled a wagon filled with plants (blueberry plants included), seeds, soil, and other things.
"Sounds good. Let's get started," Bobby hummed, grabbing his own trowel and digging at the ground. The angels did as he did and soon they had one blueberry plant and a row of peas ready for watering.
Dean and Sam chuckled as they watched through the window as the angels helped Bobby with the garden. It was so cute to see them running through the dirt and throw seeds everywhere. Sam stepped back from the window, looking at the room they were in. They had chosen it for the angels. The bedroom was right between Sam's and Dean's rooms so the hunters could rescue them from nightmares or so the angels didn't have too far to walk if they wanted to sleep with them for the night. The room looked to be once a nursery. The ceiling was decorated with blue and white paints, creating a sunny sky. The wooden trim framing the walls and doors were all painted like rainbows and a child's bed was already sitting in the corner of the room. Sam lifted a stack off books from one of the boxes and set them down on the book shelf the two brothers had pushed into the room.
"Hey, it looks good in here," Charlie hummed as she stepped into the room, walking over to Sam and fingering through the books still in the boxes before lifting them up and putting them on the shelf.
"Thanks," Dean hummed, turning from the window and going back to putting the clothes away in the closet. "You and Kevin got your rooms taken care of?" Charlie nodded.
"Well, I've finished mine at least. Kevin is still in his," she told them. "What about your rooms?"
"Oh, those can wait for now. We just wanted to get this finished first," Sam said, throwing the empty box to the floor and grabbing another filled to the brim with old toys. He dug through it, pulling the blue baby blanket along with it. Dean frowned, shaking his head.
"So that's where they put that thing," he grumbled, remembering spending all last night trying to find the darn thing. He brushed his fingers against the fine fabric thinking about everything that had happened with the witch and Joshua. 'She is still greatly needed in God's plans and so are your angels.' Dean shivered. What did God's plan have anything to do with them? Why did God even care? Why is he the one to decide if that damn witch lives or dies? It's not like God has been in the position of protecting the angels. Dean has. His family has. Not God. Dean certainly didn't remember him helping when they were surrounded by demons or when some psycho killer tried to kidnap the angels.
"Dean!" The hunter jumped out of his thoughts, turning on his heals to see Charlie and Sam walking out of the room. "We're going to help with the garden," Sam called over his shoulder before completely leaving the room. Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair as he watched his brother and adopted sister walk out of the bedroom. What did it matter if God wanted to keep the witch alive for his 'plan'? Dean and the others would only continue protecting the angels anyway.
The hunter glanced through the window again, watching as Sam and Charlie entered the yard. A patch of dirt stretched a few feet from the house and sitting in the dirt was the three hunters and their surrogate father. All four were covered in dirt as they dug holes for their blueberry bushes and seeds. Dean cringed on seeing Castiel's trench coat covered in grass stains, mud, and other things. He was going to have to wrestle that thing away from the angel for a wash tonight. Dean turned his back from the window and the bedroom, deciding the room was good enough for now and decided to get his things put away. On exiting the room Dean found Kevin with a bucket of paint.
"Hey, Kevin, not liking your walls?" the hunter questioned. Kevin glanced at the bucket and brushes in his hand, shrugging.
"Nah, just figured I'd start painting some sigils and demon traps around the house since I finished my room," the prophet stated. Dean nodded. He had completely forgotten about painting the place up from all the excitement.
"Thanks, Kev, want any help?" Dean questioned, glancing around them at the large house. It was going to take a while for just one man to paint this place. Kevin nodded, handing a bucket to Dean and a brush.
"I'll get the rooms up here. How about you take downstairs?" Kevin offered. Dean nodded before turning his back on the prophet and making his way down the stairs to the front hall. He surveyed the room, seeing that Kevin had already gotten the doorways painted. The Winchester moved on down the hall entering what looked like an office. A dusty old desk sat in the middle of the room with empty shelves stacked all around it. The room sort of reminded Dean of Bobby's old place and he envisioned the grumpy hunter sitting at the desk with books stacked around him. A wide smile split Dean's face and he walked out of the room after painting a trap by the door and only window in the room. He once again found himself walking down the main hall again, walking past a sitting room and a kitchen. Hell, he even found a safe room to store all their weapons! After an hour or two Dean had finished painting and was back in his own room, folding up his things and tucking them away in his new drawers of shelves. The room was egg shell white and in the center of the room sat Dean's bed, covered with thick quilts and large pillows.
"Hello, Dwean!" Cas shouted as he and his brother ran into the bedroom, covered in mud and grass stains. "We finished the garden," the little angel added, raising his arms up towards the hunter. Dean bent over, lifting the little angel in his arms.
"I can see that," Dean chuckled, fiddling with Cas' dirty wings. "In fact, I think you brought most of the garden with you. Bath time might have to come early tonight." Cas' eyes widened when Dean mentioned bath and the angel struggled to free himself from Dean's hold, but the hunter was too strong. Gabe and Balthazar quickly turned away, rushing back for the door, but Dean grabbed them before they could get too far. The angels squealed, wiggling in Dean's arms in attempt to get away, but Dean held them tight, walking them out the door towards the bathroom. "I think it's time we tested out that bathtub don't you think?" Dean teased, kicking open the door to the bathroom and closing it quickly behind him so the angels couldn't escape. He then shed off their clothing, tossing the dirty clothes in a basket, ignoring the way Cas started to give him pouty lip on the disappearance of the beloved trench coat. "You get it back when it's clean," Dean bargained, spinning the knob on the bath and watching as the tub filled with water. Dean poured in some bubble bath and dropped the angels into the warm water, watching as their wings became heavy with soap and water. He fished out a few rubber ducks from a box labeled bath toys and dropped them in with the angels, watching as the three began to occupy their minds by attempting to drown the rubber ducks or throw them at each other. Dean in the meantime took in the large bathroom for the first time. The walls were a baby blue and the sink counter next to the toilet was an onyx black. Someone had already unpacked some of the toiletries, leaving the empty boxes scattered on the tiled floor. Multicolored towels were folded in a drawer under the sink and a hand towel was thrown over the sink nozzle. Toothbrushes were thrown in a cup, each a different color so nobody grabbed the wrong one. Cas' was blue, Gabe's was orange, Balthy's was purple, Kevin's was yellow, Charlie's was red, Sam's was teal, Dean's was green, and Bobby's was just a normal white brush.
"Duck!" Balthazar yelped from the bath as Gabriel swung out a water-heavy wing and sent a wave towards Balthy and Cas. The angels lunged out of the way, but Dean was too slow and ended up with a face full of water when the wave crashed over the rim of the tub. The angels burst out with laughter as Dean spat an ark of water from his mouth. He reaching into the tub, grabbing Gabriel and tickling the angel until hiccupping laughter filled the room. When Gabe begged for mercy Dean finally let go and grabbed the baby soap from the side of the tub. They didn't have any proper soap for feathers at the moment so baby shampoo was the next best thing. Dean lathered up each wing of each angel, raking his fingers through the fluffy down and long flight feathers to clear away any crusting dirt. He then soaped up the boys' hair, using the shampoo to spike up the short strands of hair. The angels even spiked Dean's hair with soap when the hunter was close enough for them to reach. When the angels were squeaky clean at last and Dean was sopping wet with suds and water the hunter lifted the angels out of the water. He patted them each dry with freshly washed towels and dressed them in the pajama's Sam had left him after the younger hunter had peaked inside to check on the four.
"Where…"
"Cas, Sammy took it to the wash. You'll have to wait a little while," Dean told the angel when he saw Cas looking around for his miniature trench coat. Tears started to brim in the smallest angel's eyes and Dean quickly whisked him up into his arms, bouncing the angel gently. "Tell you what, Cas, if you can wait until your trench coats clean without making a fuss I'll make your favorite for breakfast," Dean bargained. Castiel's eyes instantly lit up.
"Cheeseburgers?" Cas hummed hopefully. Dean nodded, smiling widely at the angel in his arms.
"Yep, and raspberry pie to wash it all down," the hunter added, setting the angel back down on the tiled floor next to his brothers. Dean then opened the door, allowing the angels to slide past him in their footy pajamas. Dean followed them down the stairs to the living room, flipping on the television someone must have set up during bath time. He flipped the channel to PBS, watching as Reading Rainbow popped up on screen. Once sure the angels were comfy Dean left them and walked into the kitchen. Getting ready a stack of burgers and prepping for his pie.
"Need a hand?" Bobby asked, stepping into the kitchen. Dean nodded, stepping back from the burgers and going to his pie instead. Bobby started flipping the burgers, watching Dean in the corner of his eye. "This is some place isn't it?" Bobby asked, killing the silence. The Winchester looked over his shoulder at his surrogate father and nodded.
"Sure is. It doesn't feel like the other places we bunked down at either. It feels like –"
"Home," Bobby concluded, flipping another burger and melting cheese on top of it. A laugh broke from behind Dean's lips and he scooped the filling into the pie pan.
"What would I know of a home?" he questioned sourly, glaring at the raspberry filling he had just poured. "Every time I attempt at having a home something bad happens." Bobby rolled his eyes at Dean, slapping the hunter's shoulder with his greasy spatula.
"What are you talking about, Boy? A home isn't just a house with a picket fence. Home is family. Before you and Sam didn't have much, but now look at you both. You've got a sister, four little brothers, and a father. If waking up to see them hooligans each morning doesn't feel like home then I don't know what home is," Bobby huffed, staring Dean in the eye. With a sigh Dean scooped up his pie and pushed it into the oven, watching it behind the oven door.
"I know, Bobby. I'm just worried. That whole witch fiasco in Wisconsin scared the hell out of me. How could it be God's plan to keep the bitch that almost killed his own sons alive?!" Dean shouted, shushing himself when he realized the angels were still in the other room. Bobby, ignoring the burgers, made his way to Dean's side, squeezing the hunter's shoulder lightly.
"We'll protect them, Dean. Like we always have." Dean nodded, taking in a deep breath and then letting it go.
"We better finish up. We've got a hungry family to feed," Dean stated, walking over to the stove and grabbing another spatula. Bobby went to Dean's side, helping the Winchester along with the burgers.
So what do you think of their new place? The angels' bedroom is based off the room my sister and I had before we had the house torn down and a new one built. Thanks for reading and enjoy today's chapter!