The sky was dark and dotted with brightly glowing stars. The only sound in the Impala was the light breathing of three slumbering children. The headlights shone on the asphalt as Sam drove the sleek black car down the road that was bringing them closer and closer to South Dakota.

There was only about ten minutes left until they reached Bobby's house in Sioux Falls. Sam could feel his eyes threatening to close on him. He gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. They were so close to their goal, and he was determined to get them there in one piece.

So, slow as a snail, the minutes and miles passed. When Sam saw the Singer's Auto sign, he breathed out a sigh in relief. Finally, they were at Bobby's, without a hitch. Actually, Sam was fairly surprised there hadn't been any huge fights already, but it was probably because they were all so tired.

Sam pulled into their usual parking spot and sank into his seat a bit, breathing out. Then his hand reached up and turned the car off, plucking the keys from the ignition with his long fingers. He leaned over, eyes now on the sleeping kids.

"Hey, we're at Bobby's. Wakey-wakey," the Winchester said softly, and slowly, Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel blinked open their eyes to look around.

"Mmm. . . Sammy? I wanna go inside," Dean whined to his brother, putting his arms out. Sam smiled, unbuckled his seat belt, and clambered out of the Impala to retrieve Dean. Castiel and Gabriel followed, not even speaking.

"Alright, come on you two," Sam said, Dean already falling asleep in his arms. The angels trailed after him. Sam took out his spare key from his jacket pocket and unlocked the front door, pushing it open. He ushered Castiel and Gabriel in front of him and turned to close and lock the door behind.

"'Kay, I'll take Dean with me, you two. . ." Sam had been clicking on a nearby lamp, back turned to the younger people in the room, so when he turned to face the angels he was a bit shocked when he discovered they were already asleep on the couch. Gabriel was laying on his stomach, Castiel on his back, covering the archangel's legs with his upper body.

Sam gave a small smile and clicked off the lamp. He headed upstairs to what was normally Dean's room. He set his brother down on the bed and tucked him in before padding wearily to his room. The Winchester didn't even bother changing and just fell onto the mattress, asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.

Castiel blinked open his eyes, breathing out with a loud huff. He groggily lifted his head and back from the uncomfortable place they'd been resting. Turning around to see what he'd been laying on, Castiel gripped the edge of the couch to prevent himself from falling off.

Gabriel was dangling from the couch they were currently on, his upper body and arms thrown off the edge, hands touching the carpet. He was only prevented from slipping entirely off the couch by one foot that was caught in between the bottom and back cushions.

The angel gave a small grunt and pushed himself away from Gabriel. Unwittingly, he managed to untangle his brother's foot from the cushions and he slid right off the piece of furniture. There was a loud exhale of breath, but nothing happened. Castiel peeked down at Gabriel on the floor. He was still sound asleep, one arm extended and the other folded under him, legs pinned up by the couch.

Castiel raised an eyebrow at this but stood up and walked over to the kitchen. He was hungry. Unfortunately. But now he was short.

"Curse humans and their need for putting things in high places," the Angel of Thursdays grumbled to himself. The high cupboards seemed to be mocking him. He still felt the presence of his wings on his back, jutting from the shoulder blades of his vessel, so he tried to flap them. The invisible appendages buzzed in vain attempt. There was simply not enough Grace left to draw power from.

Deciding to just go get Sam, instead of risking falling, Castiel located the stairs and then stopped. He'd never gone up stairs in a small vessel before. Hopefully, this wouldn't end in disaster. It couldn't be much harder than being an adult, right?

Carefully, Castiel picked up one foot and brought it up to the step. It wasn't much harder, he just needed bigger steps, that was all. So the angel started up the stairs. There weren't very many. About six.

Well, Castiel never used steps that often, because why would you, if you could fly? So it really wasn't much of a surprise when on the third step he miscalculated the trajectory of his foot and hit it on the wood, then proceeded to fall on his stomach and hit his chin on the stair in front of him. He emitted a grunt as he felt the sting of pain on his chin, chest, arms- -not so much his legs, although it was there- -and didn't even bother to try and get up.

"Ow. . . " came the small squeak as the dark haired angel shifted.

There was some movement and then the sound of steps from upstairs- -the same upstairs he had been trying to reach.

"Cas? Gabe? I heard something, are you up?" Sam called, appearing in the stairwell. He looked down and saw Castiel lifting his head from the stairs. "Cas! Are you okay?" He traversed the two steps and picked said angel up.

"I just wanted to get upstairs," Castiel sniffed, hanging his head.

Sam felt a bit awkward in this situation. He'd never and would never have kids, and this just seemed weird and it would always feel that way.

"What'd you hurt?" Sam asked, going into the kitchen. He set Castiel on the counter after turning on the light.

"Everything. . ."

Smirking internally at that, Sam bent down so he could look him in they eye. "Come on, you didn't hurt everything. You fell on your front, correct? Did you hit your head?"

"Yeah, I hit my chin." Castiel rubbed at where he slammed it on the wood. There was a small line of bruising there, but it was barely noticeable.

"You didn't skin anything, did you?"

"No."

"Okay then." Sam nodded. "Why were you going upstairs anyways?"

"Well, I was hungry. . ."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I'm too short to reach a cupboard, Sam." He narrowed his eyes at the Winchester.

"Oh, right. Well, you could've just called for me." Sam started to get a few bowls out.

"I didn't know if you were awake," Castiel replied.

"I was. I woke up earlier, but you guys were still sleeping. Is Gabriel still asleep?" Sam asked. He put three boxes on the table along with bowls, spoons, and milk.

"On the floor, yes."

"He finally tipped, huh?"

"Well, yes, with a bit of accidental help on my part," Castiel informed his as Sam lifted him off the counter. He took a seat at the table and raised an eyebrow. "What's this?" He pointed at a box.

"It's cereal. Do you want Cheerios, Raisin Bran, or Cornflakes?" Sam read off the boxes. "Well, Bobby certainly has some boring ass cereals." He looked over at Castiel. "We'll have to get some better ones when we go into town."

"I think I'll take the Cheery-Os. I like to be happy."

Sam smirked as he poured the angel a bowl. If only a kid tripping on the stairs was all he was going to have to deal with while looking after the three.