Our Librarian's a Transformer

It was a sunny afternoon and both Sam and Charlie had thought it was a good day for a walk in town. They took the angels with them, deciding all three needed to get out for once. Not to mention it would be good for the angels after their little meeting with Naomi a few days ago.

They were just about to turn around and head back home, but the angels suddenly stopped walking. Sam and Charlie stopped with them, staring at the three in confusion. Cas, Balthazar, and Gabriel had each stopped in their tracks and were now staring at a small building a few blocks away.

"Guys? Guys, are you alright?" Sam asked, bending down a little so he was closer to their height. Gabriel was the first to break out of his trance and he looked up at the Winchester.

"There's an angel in that building," he stated calmly. Sam's eyes widened and he looked up at Charlie. She was already dialing their home phone. Sam glanced back towards the old building. It was a small building with chipping paint and colorful flowers in boxes by the windows. An old sign hung above the door, squeaking as the breeze pushed it.

Library

Sam stood back up and reached down, taking Gabriel's hand in one of his and Balthazar's in the other. Cas grabbed onto his pants leg, too short to reach Sam's fingers even if he stood on tip toes like Balthazar and Gabriel.

"Let's go see who it is," Sam hummed before walking again. Charlie followed close behind, speaking to one of the guys on her phone softly.

A little bell rang when they opened the door leading to the library and a little man stood up straight from behind a counter covered in books. On the counter next to him was a little two year old boy with a mop of curly hair on his head and a big blanket that hid the rest of him away. Or was the blanket to hide wings?

"Hello, there!" the old man exclaimed gleefully, face wrinkling as he smiled. "I'm Mr. Churwood and I'm the head Librarian." The little boy next to him made a cooing noise and the man ruffled the boy's hair lovingly. "Oh and this is my uh…adopted grandson –"

"Metatron," Gabe, Balthazar, and Castiel said at once. The old man's eyes widened just as wide as his 'Grandson's'.

"Metatron? Like the transformer?" Sam questioned, staring at the tag poking out from beneath the angel's blanket with brows raised.

"No that's Megatron," Charlie corrected.

"H…how did you…" Gabriel snapped his fingers and the old man trailed off. Gabriel's grace coiled around all three of them and their wings manifested into view. Sam held back the urge to scream at the three. This was an open library. What if someone else saw them?! Luckily, it looked like this place hadn't been visited in a long while.

The old man pulled away the blanket around Metatron, revealing the angels wings. They reminded Sam of paper on a type writer. They were white and the delicate feathers looked almost paper thin. Black specks almost like ink blotches covered his feathers and the tips looked like they were dipped in ink wells.

"So…" Mr. Churwood began. "…angels."

While Sam and Charlie explained to Mr. Churwood about the angels and God's plan for them the angels snuck towards the back of the shop. Metatron was the scribe of God before getting turned into a baby. Neither angel had really known him well. He had disappeared a while back, taking up a place on Earth.

"So Metatron, what do you do for fun?" Balthazar asked, staring at the little baby. Metatron crawled over to a book shelf in response and pulled Alice in Wonderland from the shelf, plopping it into his lap. Balthazar rose a brow at the book. "A bit big for someone your size, isn't it?" Metatron frowned at him and Gabriel smacked Balthazar playfully.

"Bro, he's the letter writer of Dad. For how many days it took you to read Fahrenheit 451 it took him a second."

"In my defense…that book was gibberish. Anyway, we were soldiers…leaders! Like we had time to read," Balthazar stated, taking the book from Metatron's lap and flipping through it casually. Metatron looked at Balthazar like he was stupid and again grabbed for another book, deciding it would be best to ignore his brothers. They were all the same after all, even these three. Ever since he was a fledgling he was forced to bow down to his brothers. It wasn't fair! He had met God! He had the important job of writing the tablets. His brothers should be looking up to him!

Metatron shook himself of all thoughts on the matter of his jealousy and turned back to his book. This one was a popup book with big words and bright colors on the cover. On seeing it Balthazar tossed the one he'd taken from Metatron away and crawled closer to the baby angel. Metatron flipped it open and a large castle popped up. The two year old squealed happily and his eyes flicked over the black scribbles on the paper. Balthazar read along with Metatron and yawned.

"Ugh…let's make this book a little more interesting," Balthazar decided, hopping up onto his feet. Metatron frowned at his brother, eyes widening when he watched Balthazar's grace spark with a soft click from the older angel's fingers.

The library exploded. It grew not only in size, but also beauty. Large marble pillars burst from the floor and raised the now domed ceiling. The old book shelves disappeared and reappeared as better organized shelves of darkly polished wood. Several marvelous sofas and chairs appeared in different corners for readers to sit and paintings from famous painters appeared on the walls as decoration. The next transformation was the angels' attire. Their clothes warped. Castiel's trench coat became a fitting, regal coat with brass buttons and perfect tan fabric that whipped around his legs with the slightest breeze. In the belt around his waist was a military-like sword. Balthazar was dressed the same. His own black coat Sam had forced him into that cold morning transformed into a slightly longer coat with brass buttons and a regal trim decorating the cuffs and neck. In his own belt was a sword of glistening silver instead of Castiel's gold one. Gabriel didn't look at all like his brothers. He was dressed in a stupid looking hat with silver bells. His outfit was green and purple and in his fist was a little wand. Metatron was draped in soft red velvet. Gold jewels decorated his clothes, neck, and fingers and a large crown sat atop his curly mop of hair. Balthazar slumped then, breathing a little heavier from the amount of grace he'd forced out. He wasn't as good as Gabriel yet, but he was getting there.

"Bro, why am the jester and not a kickass sword fighter?" Gabriel complained, glaring down at his pointed shoes with bells. Balthazar rose a brow at his brother.

"Seriously, Gabe? Think about it." Gabe shrugged and went back to glaring at his jingling shoes. Balthazar turned back to Metatron, face split with a grin. "So, Metty, better than a book, right?" Metarton nodded, eyes wide as he stared at the library. Balthazar grinned, readying to snap his fingers again and create something cool, but a strong arm grabbed him by the wrist before he had the chance to do anything. Balthazar looked up to see Sam dressed up like a squire. The fabric of his clothes was a blood red with a golden symbol of two angel wings in the center. Long tights hugged his legs and leather shoes covered his feet. Charlie was dressed in chainmail and sparkling armor. Her shield held the same crest that was on Sam's clothes. Her helmet was also thrust under her arm and attached to it was a red plumage. Mr. Churwood was dressed in robes and a crown slightly smaller than Metatron's was on the top of his head.

"Balthazar, what do you think you're doing?" Sam questioned. Balthy grinned up at the hunter.

"Oh, just playing with Metty, Sam," Balthazar said innocently. Mr. Churwood stepped forward then, picking up Metatron from the ground.

"You weren't kidding about their…uh…gifts," the old librarian marveled.

"Heh!" Charlie scoffed. "This is nothing. We're lucky he didn't –"

"Summon a dragon?" Balthazar questioned with an evil grin. Sam shook the angel a little.

"Uh, uh, Balthazar. I'm not dealing with another dragon conjured up by you ever again," Sam grumbled while Balthazar giggled. Mr. Churwood just stared at them in confusion.

"So…what age do they get these powers?" Mr. Churwood questioned, looking down at Metatron as the angel snuggled close to him and fiddled with one of the jewels on the librarian's robe. Sam and Charlie both shared a look, thinking over their answer.

"It doesn't really depend on age I don't think," Charlie stated, glancing towards Balthazar and Gabriel. They got theirs at different ages." Mr. Churwood nodded and looked to Cas, smiling at the black winged angel.

"And what about you, sonny?" he questioned. Cas froze, looking to the man and then at his hands.

"He doesn't have his yet," Sam stated. He paused then, thinking it over. "I'm a bit surprised he hasn't yet though."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Samsquache," Gabe stated, bounding over to Castiel and wrapping an arm around his brother. "Cas is just a late bloomer. Remember his flying issue a while back?"

"Flying?" Churwood questioned. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Well, what did you think are wings are for? Show?"

"They are a little showy, Gabe," said Charlie. "You guys' feathers aren't exactly just simple shades." The angels each looked at their wings of midnight black, starlight gold, glistening silver, and parchment white. Yeah, maybe they were a little showy.

"PWA!" Metatron suddenly screeched, pulling at Mr. Chruwood's beard and gaining the man's attention. "STOWY! STOWY!" Everyone frowned, not understanding the angel's excited cries. Well, everyone except for Mr. Churwood. He smiled at the child in his arms and looked reassuringly at the others.

"Oh, he just wants a story," the librarian translated, waving at the fairytale like Library they now stood in. The Librarian started walking around the library then, the others following close behind. "Once there was a king and his prince in a kingdom far away," he began. Sam, Charlie, and the angels listened intently, taking a seat on the floor while Mr. Churwood sat on one of Balthazar's fancy sofas. It transformed the second he touched it into a large throne covered in pillows. The librarian smiled and continued his story with Metarton propped up on his knee. "They had two fearless swordsmen…" Castiel and Balthazar both stood and bowed formally in front of Metatron and Mr. Churwood, causing Metatron to giggle happily. "They also had a funny jester that could juggle and knew all kinds of funny songs." Gabriel stepped proudly up to the throne then, snapping his fingers. Three multicolored balls appeared in his hands then and he tossed them into the air, juggling them skillfully before letting one slip from his grip and smack Balthazar in the nose. Churwood and Metatron both laughed and Churwood turned to look to Sam and Charlie then. "One day the fearless Knight Bradbury and her noble squire Sam came to the castle announcing that a great dragon…"

"NO!" Sam and Charlie both cried, but they were too late. Balthazar clicked his fingers and a loud roar shook the library. Sam and Charlie both glared at the angel, but Balthy only grinned as a large purple dragon stomped over to his side from behind a shelf. Mr. Churwood glanced down at the excited angel sitting in his lap.

"Best story ever, huh?" Metatron eyes glimmered as he squealed in answer and the old librarian started the story again, telling the tail of a knight and her squire and a fire breathing dragon while enjoying the wide grin on his adopted angel's face.

So, just in case there is some confusion; the guys never met Metatron. S9 never happened in this fic along with some things in S8.