"Dean, stop running. You're going to get hurt," Sam scolded as he tried to painstakingly get the three kids ready to head to town. They were freshly washed (much to Gabriel and Castiel's displeasure), they'd all eaten, and although they were still in the same clothes (something they were going to fix today), the group was almost ready to leave. But right now Dean was running around, every once in a while bumping into the side of the wall before stumbling. Though he seemed to be pretty content in doing that.

"Sam, Sam, watch! I can jump off this table!" Dean exclaimed, earning his brother's attention once again. He was standing on the coffee table, his arms out and legs bent, prepared to leap off the wood.

The older Winchester quickly went forward and grabbed his brother before he could jump. "No, Dean."

"But Sam!" Dean kicked his legs and tried to wiggle out of Sam's grip, but to no avail.

"I know you were going to jump, fall, and probably start crying, so no, you're not going to be doing that."

"Oh come on, Sam, he's six, not three," Gabriel said sarcastically as he entered the kitchen, a lollipop in his hand. Sam turned about to glare at the archangel, but cut off as he saw the candy in his grasp.

"Where'd you get the candy?" Sam asked, pointing.

Gabriel glanced at the sucker. "Actually, I'm not sure. Either I have enough power to do that or I picked it up somewhere. Don't exactly remember when I got this. . ."

Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it, instead looking around. "Where's Cas?"

"Castiel is currently trapped in the closet."

"Gabriel! Really?" Sam growled, setting Dean down on the kitchen table and racing to check the closets. A few moments later, Sam walked back in with Castiel trailing after him. "You liar. He was just in the other room."

"Never trust me, Samsquatch." Gabriel stuck the lollipop in his mouth and grinned at them.

"Uh, just go get in the Impala," Sam ordered, getting Dean off the table.

"Alright, we got you guys clothes, now we need some groceries," Sam muttered, partially to himself, partially to the kids trailing behind him as they traipsed through the Walmart. Dean was riding in the cart, a smile on his face. Castiel and Gabriel followed on either side of the metal contraption while Sam pushed. They'd all gotten a few shirts and pants and the like, enough so they didn't have to wash them every day.

"Alright, but make sure we get candy," the archangel reminded the Winchester.

"Yes, Gabriel, you've said that before."

They walked down the aisles, selecting what they'd need, like a few *good* choices of cereal, some snacks, and non-alcoholic beverages. Once they got what they needed, Sam paid and they went out to the Impala.

"Ick, now I remember why I hate Walmart," Sam commented as he saw an extremely fat person who was in clothes at least three sizes too small.

"Yes, let's get out of here while we still can," Castiel said, waiting for Sam to unlock the car.

The three kids sat on the couch, watching the television in what would be very uncomfortable positions for anyone else.

Gabriel was sitting upside down, his legs on the couch and back on the floor. Dean was laying slumped over, his head bent at an awkward angle where it rested on the arms. And Castiel was curled up on the head of the couch, his legs tucked in and arms folded under him.

They were watching what looked like Spongebob to Sam (it had been one of his favorites as a kid), the one about the Hash Slinging Slasher.

"Aah! I burned my hand!" the yellow sponge screamed. He then made a gun, a grin on his face. "At night." There was a sizzle as Spongebob's hand singed red.

The three children seemed fascinated by the cartoon, especially the angels, as they'd never seen it.

"So, enjoying Spongebob, are we?" Sam asked, grinning, from where he stood by the living room's entryway.

"Yes, is is quite interesting," Castiel said, his tone distracted. His eyes were firmly focused on the small screen.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, of course." He cleared his throat. "What do you guys want to eat?"

Dean's head immediately popped up, swiveling towards his brother. "Pizza! Pizza!" He leaped off the couch and ran over to Sam, grabbing onto his older brother's pants leg. "Pizza! And then pie!"

Looking from Dean to the angels, Sam asked, "Is pizza okay with you guys?"

They both shrugged, still watching Spongebob's antics. Sam rolled his eyes and backed out of the room, saying, "Pizza it is, then." Dean grinned and hopped up and down in happiness before hearing a loud, girly scream from the tv caught his attention again and he ran back over, laying on the floor, hands holding up his head.

About twenty minutes later, Sam brought the cheese pizza out into the living room. He gave them all a slice before going back into the kitchen to get some cups. Once they all had some root beer, Dean all the while wanting some pie, Sam sat down to watch cartoons with them. A bit later, they all finished eating and were quickly getting bored of the new cartoon that was on. Something about pirates or something.

Dean was messing about with his cup of root beer, swishing the sweet liquid around inside of the plastic cup. The six year old was sitting on the couch again, in between Sam and Gabriel. He giggled idly while the tv droned on.

"Argh, me mateys, count with me!" some character declared.

Dean grinned and threw his hands in the air, one still clutching the cup. The brown liquid sloshed about and some dripped down the side. As it became slick and wet, Dean could no longer hold it properly. The cup slipped out of his hand and fell. . .

Right onto Gabriel's head.

Immediately, the archangel's light, golden curls were drenched in sticky pop. The cup bounced off his head. Gabriel winced and blinked repeatedly as he tried to figure out what happened.

"What the- Dean!" Sam growled at the small child, who looked just as surprised as Gabriel. He quickly jumped up and grabbed some nearby napkins, trying to clean up the root beer.

"Sorry," Dean mumbled, his head hanging.

"It's fine," Sam said in agitation. Gabriel struggled, attempting to escape Sam's cleaning. "Will you hold still? You're all sticky."

"Get your hands out of my face-!" Gabriel growled. He scrunched his nose and twisted his head.

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes before tossing the soiled napkins onto the table. He reached down and picked the archangel up (much to Gabriel's displeasure), and carried him off to the bathroom.

Castiel watched them go before shrugging and returning his attention to the pirates.

"It's L! L! I know it's L!"

"Ugh- get your hands- ow! Stop that!"

Sam grunted as he fought with the archangel, who was trying all he could to stop him from cleaning him up. After managing to get Gabriel out of his sticky shirt, Sam had stuck his head over the sink and attempted to start scrubbing his hair. The thick locks were tangled and stuck together.

"Gabe, seriously! Just stay still!" Sam ordered, taking firm hold of the angel's waist and putting his knee up to keep him from bending back. Gabriel growled and tried a few last times to escape, but failed. After what seemed like an eternity, he was sitting in a chair with a small towel around his shoulders. His blonde hair was dark and clinging to the sides of his head, but at least he was clean.

"Now, was that so hard?" the Winchester asked. He pinched some parts of his shirt that were soaked with water from where Gabriel had splashed him.

"Shut up."

"I think someone needs an early bedtime."

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. :( School's started, and I've been busy with that and swimming. . . UGH

But I'm going to try and update every story within the next month or two. :D Even my old ones!