Shopping Trip to Hell

"Yes, Sam, I'm getting watermelon," Charlie sighed into the phone as she and Kevin pushed a cart around the supermarket with the angels by their feet. Sam said something on the other end and Charlie once again held back an irritated groan. Honestly, Sam had such little faith in them. "…no, I haven't yet. It's on the other side of the store –" Charlie saw something in the corner of her eye and glared at the angel currently dropping something into the cart. "Cas, stop putting honey in the cart you've already got one!" Cas' lip stuck out as he pouted and Charlie bit her cheek hard to keep her brain from collapsing into mush thanks to those wide puppy dog eyes. "I said only one, Cas…" Cas let a few fake tears fall. "Fine! Two, but that's it!" Charlie shouted, subduing to the big blue eyes complete with fake tears. Cas instantly perked up and he threw the honey into the cart before going back to racing around Kevin's feet with his brothers. Charlie glanced at the prophet, noticing that he was smirking at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. He should be giving her credit. If it was him all alone he'd have given in the second they got into the store. The LARPER at least had a little control over Castiel's power. The little angel still didn't have his grace, but he sure had the power of a freaking bazillion kittens in those eyes.

"Charlie?" The fan girl glanced down by her feet. Balthazar was yanking on her pants leg. "Can we go pick out some ice-cream?" Balthazar asked. Charlie glanced at the cart, finding that there really wasn't that much junk-food in the pile of ketchup, waffles, and Lucky Charms cereal.

"Yeah, go ahead," she said, ruffling Balthazar's hair. The angel scurried off then, grabbing his brothers and dragging them with. Charlie watched them go, glad to see a smile back on the smallest's face again. Kevin caught her smiling and grinned along with her.

"See, told you this would work," he said mockingly. Charlie rolled her eyes at him and playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Whatever, Tran. Anyway…I thought Gabe was the one with the idea?" she huffed. Kevin laughed and Charlie looked back to the cart, scanning over what they had gotten so far. "Let's get some fruit so we don't have another pissed off Winchester." Kevin rolled his eyes at that.

"I just hope by the time we get back he's calmed down a bit," Kevin stated, pushing the cart. "There's nothing worse than an angry Winchester." Charlie nodded in agreement. An angry Winchester and an upset angel were worse though. It had taken them the entire ride to the store to finally get Cas calmed down again. Balthazar and Gabriel were skilled in cheering up their baby brother and even they were having trouble. After a few songs on the way everything was forgotten for the moment. Charlie just hoped it stayed that way until they got home. Settling issues were always easier when both parties were calm.

Kevin and Charlie walked through the fruit aisle, picking out watermelon and a few apples. Kevin was just putting some oranges in a bag when the lights in the store started to flicker. Both prophet and LARPER froze where they stood, staring at the lights.

"Charlie…" Kevin whispered. Charlie reached for her phone, speed dial at the ready.

"HELP!" a voice screamed a few aisles away. Charlie dropped her phone. She knew that voice. There were two more cries. Charlie's heart pounded hard in her chest and she burst into a run. Kevin followed close behind, looking just as frightened. They searched each aisle, looking for the angels until finally spotting the three. A case of Rocky Road was busted on the ground and the angels were on the floor with it only partially conscious. Their clothes were shredded and their faces were white and sickly. Charlie and Kevin squinted at the angels, noticing that their wrists were a bloodied mess. Something was carved into their wrists. A woman was standing above them with wavy blond hair. She was grinning at the three almost hungrily.

"Let them go!" Kevin called out at the woman after finally finding his voice. The woman looked at him and Charlie, eyes flashing black as her grin grew.

"Sorry, guys. I gotta dash!" The demon snatched at the angels again, tearing them from the ground. Kevin and Charlie chased after her, but the demon had a getaway car waiting for her outside of the store. Charlie and Kevin tried to run faster, but they were nowhere near as fast as a demon. When the demon reached the car she flung the angels into the backseat carelessly and hopped in. The car sped off with a roar, leaving Charlie and Kevin behind.

Dean stood in the kitchen nursing a bottle of beer as he glared down at the ruined papers of his dad's journal, feeling like a fucking asshole. It didn't help that Sam was giving him the look. Sam was standing in the doorway with his brows creased in a deep frown and his arms folded over his chest. Dean had seen that look plenty of times to know that it practically screamed; you fucked up big time, you dumb fucking idiot. Bobby was there too, looking just as pissed, but he looked slightly more neutral than Sam did about the entire thing.

"It's not a big deal, Dean," Sam finally spoke up. Dean kept his eyes on his bottle. "Gabriel or Balthazar could probably fix it with a click of their fingers you know?" Dean nodded, fingers rubbing at the glass a little. Sam's frown grew. "Damn it, Dean, It wasn't his fault –"

"I know!" Dean shouted, eyes fixing on his brother. He ran a hand through his hair, taking deep breaths. "I know," he whispered a second time. "I just lost my temper, alright? That journal is all we've got other than a few pictures and the Impala. I…I shouldn't have yelled. I just ... I just…" Dean trailed off and Sam sighed. The younger Winchester glanced over to Bobby watching as the old hunter locked up the whiskey cabinet again.

"He's sorry, Dean. Just…give him a chance to say so this time, alright?" Dean nodded and the sound of the front door slamming echoed over the house. Dean pushed his bottle away and hurried for the door to meet the angels. He ran what he'd say over and over again in his head. I'm sorr,y Cas. It's not your fault. I'm a jerk. Please forgive me. Buddy, I'm so sorry –

Dean's thoughts shattered. Standing in the doorway was a teary eyed Charlie and Kevin. Dean stood still, eyes glancing around their feet in search of any of the angels, but he couldn't spot them. Dean's eyes gazed slowly back up to Charlie and Kevin, eyes landing on a tan object wound in the two's hands. The hunter swallowed, recognizing the tan fabric instantly. In his friends' hands rested a bloodied trench coat. Dean hesitantly stepped forward, shakily taking the trench coat from the two. He cradled it in his hands, eyes widening at the thick puddles of blood around the sleeves.

"It was a demon," Charlie sniffled. Dean's mind flashed back to when Meg had shown up telling them about Crowley's plan. Anger bubble through his veins. Clutching the trench coat in his hands he stomped into Bobby's office. He was going to get his angels back from Crowley. He was going kill the king of hell with his bare hands. And he was going to apologize to his angel even if it killed him.

Happy 36th birthday to Dean Winchester!