Angel Swap

Sam trudged up the steps, a heap of laundry in hand. Dean had snuck off to go on a drive with Bobby and Charlie was visiting Lila. That meant Kevin and Sam both had the house alone with the angels. So naturally Sam decided laundry day needed to happen.

Pushing the angels door open, Sam had been hoping to see that the angels had gathered up all their dirty clothes to give him to wash. This obviously did not happen. Instead, Sam opened the door to see the angels had swapped outfits. Balthazar wore Cas' trench coat, black sweatpants and a blue T-shirt with a bee on it while Cas wore Gabriel's jacket and too big footy pajamas. Gabriel was decked out in one of Balthazar's V-neck shirts and his hair was slightly tousled to resemble the middle angel's hairdo.

"Should I ask or do I not want to know?" the hunter questioned, setting the empty laundry basket by his feet.

"It is our news years resolutions!" Balthazar shouted, forcing his voice to sound like Cas'. Castiel frowned at his brother.

"I Don't sounds like that!" the angel shouted back at his brother. Balthazar rose a brow at his brother and repeated what Cas said, adding some stress on the s sound. Sam rolled his eyes, looking to Gabriel, hoping to get something out of the angel.

"We're gonna take each other's best traits to make ourselves better, mate," Gabe stated in a horrible accent.

"So you switched outfits and are talking like each other?" Sam questioned, folding his arms over his chest. The angels each nodded, looking rather proud with their idea.

"Baby steps!" Balthazar stated, walking over to Sam and raising his hands like Cas did to Dean whenever he wanted to be carried. Sam rolled his eyes, ignoring Balthazar's outstretched hands and started picking up the clothes around the room. Mismatch socks, rumpled T-shits, and dirty pants filled the laundry basket until the floor was completely clean of clothes. Sam reached for the basket, stopping when he noticed something missing from the pile. Sam raised his gaze, meeting Balthazar bright blue eyes.

"Balthy…err…Cas, mind giving me the trench coat?" Sam asked, remembering that the thing desperately needed a wash. When was the last time it got washed? Sam didn't even know.

"No!" both Cas and Balthazar cried out at the same time. Sam rolled his eyes. Of course that wasn't going to work. Now he had two angels that refused to hand over the damn trench coat. Sam ran a hand through his hair, thinking of a way to get his hands on the blasted coat. Too bad Dean wasn't around yet. If he suddenly burst through the door and asked for the coat there would be no problem…

Sam's train of thought stopped, lightbulb flickering in his brain.

"Be right back," Sam muttered, leaping out of the bedroom and leaving the angels alone. The hunter quickly dashed into Dean's bedroom beaming. He was a genius! Why didn't he come up with this sooner?

Sam grabbed at Dean's clothes, finding that the only clean ones were his fed suits, cop uniforms, and a few ugly sweaters he'd gotten for Christmas. Sam scowled and looked to the floor, finding a blue and purple plaid shirt and grey T-shirt with oil smudges on it. Sam settled for the dirty outfit and pulled off his own shirt and replaced it with Dean's. It was a tight fit, but he forced the clothes to fit. So what if his tummy stuck out a little? Sam turned and looked at the full body mirror on Dean's door. He frowned. He didn't look like Dean at all really. He just looked like himself in really dirty clothing. Sam glanced around the room again, eyes falling on a container of hair gel. Sam grinned. That would work.

"Can I have the coat, 'Cas'?" Sam asked Balthazar as the hunter reappeared into the bedroom. The angels followed the large hand outstretched towards them to the rest of the hunter. Gabriel shrieked with laughter, falling onto his backside and laughing his heart out. Sam ignored him, turning his gaze back to Balthazar expectantly. Balthazar pulled the trench coat from his shoulders and handed it off to Sam. Cas cried out, glaring at his brother. Balthazar shrugged.

"Just being you little bro. You always give it to Dean when he asks." Cas folded his arms and started to pout.

"Not all the time," he whimpered, tears building in his eyes. Sam knelt down next to Cas then, ruffling the angel's hair.

"Hey, you're supposed to be Gabe, right, Cas? You know what he'd do when upset about something like this?" Cas paused for a moment, eyes flicking to the coat hanging loosely in his arms.

"Yeah," Cas stated, an evil grin crossing his face. "This!" Cas grabbed the trench coat from Sam's grip and bolted out of the room, leaving a shocked Sam behind. Balthazar followed Cas, calling out for the trench coat. Gabriel grinned proudly and jabbed Sam with his elbow.

"Well, 'Dean', have fun catching 'Gabriel'," the angel snickered, before running from the room to chase after his brothers. Sam plopped down on the floor and looked at the laundry basket, pulling off Dean's shirts and throwing the dirty clothes into the pile. Reaching into his pocket, Sam pulled out his phone and dialed Dean's number.

"Sammy, what –"

"Dean, get your ass over here and get Cas' trench coat!" Sam shouted into the phone before hanging up and tossing his phone by his feet. He leaned back against the angels' bed, sighing deeply. Maybe if Dean showed up he could turn into mother hen and scold 'Gabe' into handing over the dirty trench coat?

Thank you darkeyesgirl for the request!