Feathered Helpers

Dean had food poisoning. Sure, maybe he should have listened when Sammy told him not to eat those tacos, but he was hungry from a full day of searching for angels and what harm could a taco do? Apparently a lot actually. Sam had gone to the store to get some Pepto Bismol and the others sat and watched crap television in the other room to give the hunter some space. They all knew Dean hated being coddled when he was sick. He was the one who was supposed to take care of people. Not the other way around. However, three little angels didn't seem to care what he thought.

"Maybe if you eat something else it'll cancel out the icky food?" Cas suggested. Dean looked up at the blue eyed angel, lifting his head up off the toilet seat.

"Cas, if it worked like that I would've eaten a pound of hamburger by now," he muttered, hoarsely. A look of disgust crossed the angel's face, his nose wrinkling.

"I don't recommends it. Raw bovine meat is…" Dean emptied more of his stomach into the toilet and the blue eyed angel quickly shut his mouth. Dean quickly flushed the toilet, destroying the stink that had come up his throat and lent back slowly. He waited two, three seconds before deciding his stomach had finally settled. He got up shakily, the angels at his feet hovering worriedly around him and he trudged forward exiting the bathroom and entering the conjoined hotel room he shared with the others. Yep, a hotel. They weren't risking another shitty motel after the lice fiasco with the angels. Bobby looked over to Dean with a phone pressed to his ear. He was probably talking with the new parents of two cute little fluff balls. The group had found twins on their angel hunt. Their names were Ezekiel and Gadreel. They'd been taken in by a night guard and his fiance. The two knew nothing about the supernatural world until the Winchesters showed up. Apparently they'd been praying for the chance at having a family though. Well, God was gracious enough to give them a double dose of the terrible twos. According to the angels Ezekiel was a good and loyal soldier. Gadreel was another story. The angel's past was nothing to brag about. Releasing the snake into the garden wasn't really a good opening topic to talk about. Still, God's plan was to give everybody a second chance.

"You look like shit," Bobby said, covering the phone so the his voice couldn't be heard on the other end. Dean absently waved at the hunter and plopped down on one of the beds in the room. Kevin and Charlie were on the other fighting over the remote. Dean ignored their shouts and buried his face into his clean pillow and sighed. Clean hotels definitely had their perks. "Dean?" The hunter reluctantly looked up at Bobby. The old hunter had put his phone back into his pocket and was looking at the hunter with crossed arms. "That was Zeke and Gaddy's mom. They wanted to know if they could come over to drop of the boys' photos and pick up some angel-care stuff from us." Dean let his head drop down to the pillow again.

"Oh, and you told them no, right?" Dean asked, eyes batting slowly as exhaustion started to take its toll.

"Not exactly." Dean cracked an eye open. Bobby uncrossed his arms. "They're knew with this stuff, Dean! I wasn't just going to say no!"

"Damn it, Bobby!" Dean growled, burying his face into the pillow again. Three angels pestering him when poisoned was bad enough, but adding twins to the mixture just made it all worse. Sighing, Dean closed his eyes again. Maybe he'd feel better when he'd wake up.

The screaming of children startled Dean from his dreams. He bolted upright, regretting the sudden movement instantly. His stomach rolled and threatened to send him running to the bathroom. Dean swallowed down the sick feeling and looked around, searching for the crying angels. He found Gabriel, Balthazar, and Cas sitting on the opposite bed while Kevin and Charlie bobbed two sobbing angels. They had dark hair and green eyes. Well, their eyes were red and puffy, but Dean could see some green past the tears. Their wings were both a light brown, but different colors were blended in with the brown. Gadreel had light, pretty colors you may find in a garden hidden in the brown. Ezekiel had soft whites and creamy colors mixed with the fluffy brown feathers attached to his back. If it wasn't for their wings Dean would have no idea who was who.

"Oh! Dean, did they wake you?" a worried voice asked. Dean turned his gaze from the crying angels towards a woman with short blond hair. A man with dirty blond hair and a newly growing beard stood next to her with Bobby on his other side.

"It's alright," Dean reassured her, leaning back against the headrest of the bed. She didn't look convinced and walked over to the two crying angels, looking them both in the eye.

"Boys, you stop your whining now. Dean's done nothing, but help us and he's not feeling good. Can you two be good for him, please?" The two angels slowly quieted, eyes shifting towards Dean as they sniffled. Dean gave them a smile, but he knew it looked more like a grimace. "That's my good boys." A kiss was given to the twins' cheeks and the boys watched their mother go back to discussing usual angel-care with Bobby and her fiance.

"DWA!" Gadreel called out, holding his hands out towards Dean. Dean wanted to roll back into bed and ignore the angel, but he knew better. Instead, Dean got up and picked the angel up before sitting down on the bed with Kevin and Charlie. The two moved back to give Dean more room to lay down. "Dwa swicks?" Gadreel asked, poking Dean in the chest a few times. Dean nodded, not noticing that Ezekiel had crawled over too.

"We 'elp!" Ezekiel shouted into Dean's ear. The hunter flinched and shook his head.

"Uh...no, I'm okay, guys," he tried to reason. "Just need some rest…"

"You can't sleep without a bedtime story," Balthazar chimed in. Dean held back the urge to let out his irritation and instead decided to let the angels do their thing. With a snap of his fingers Gabriel conjured up a book and Balthazar flipped the book open to a chapter on the Little Red Hen. Everyone crawled up around Dean and Balthazar started to read. Dean felt his stomach roll the second the book brought up corn. Apparently the angels did too because Dean found his face pushed into a bucket seconds later. Dean forced his head out of the bucket and made to glare at the group, but stopped when he saw the hopeful looks on their faces. Damn angels and their puppy eyes. Dean looked back towards Balthazar and nodded at the book.

"Think you can find a story that doesn't involve food?" he asked. Balthazar nodded, and skipped through the book, stopping when he found a story about Little Red Riding Hood. Dean was alright at first, but when Balthazar read about the wolf getting cut open to free the grandmother Dean quickly thrust his head back into the bucket and disposed of whatever was still in his stomach.

"Uh...I think story time is over," Gabe said, snapping his fingers and turning the book in Balthazar's hands to smoke.

"Soup helps, right?" Cas asked, looking to his brothers. Balthazar and Gabriel readied their fingers, but Dean held up a hand to stop them.

"I'm not in the mood for food, guys. Just want some sleep," Dean told them. The two lowered their hands and instead moved to fluff Dean's pillow. Castiel grabbed a blanket to pull over the hunter and the twins jumped onto Dean's chest in attempt to push him down into the mattress

"Awe, looks like the boys like playing doctor," the twins' adopted mother awed. Bobby huffed.

"As long as Doc McStuffins isn't in the picture I'm fine with it," Bobby grumbled. He had hid the remote for a full week so Cas couldn't change the channel to his favorite show that he had to watch a hundred times a day. The twins' adopted parents laughed, stopping when Sam came into the room with a bag filled with cans of tomato rice soup and medicine. He waved at the two and Bobby and then looked over to his brother and the angels currently trying to help him. Sam looked sympathetically at his brother.

"Hey, guys want to help me make Dean some soup?" he asked. Gabriel, Balthazar, and Castiel's heads perked up and they jumped from the bed. Sam picked up Gadreel and Ezekiel before winking at his brother and handing off the bag of medicine. "Get some sleep, Dean." Dean nodded, popping off the cover of his medicine and taking what probably wasn't a healthy dose of the stuff.

"Thanks, Sammy," Dean yawned, handing off the bottle of Pepto Bismol to Charlie before dropping his head back onto the pillow and closing his eyes.

Thanks superchiwo for the request!