Bobby knew what awaited him at his house, and to say the least, he wasn't exactly excited about it. Two angels and Dean as children, with only Sam to watch over them; if his house was burned down he wouldn't be surprised. So as his car pulled into the lot, Bobby felt a sense of absolute dread wash over him. Right now, he wished Rufus was here with him.

"Bobby! You're back," Sam said, surprised, as the door slammed. Bobby stared at him, his eyes wide and face filled with confusion.

"What are you doing?!" Bobby exclaimed, throwing his arms out.

"Well," Sam started, "I'm trying to get breakfast cleaned up, but, uh, you can see how well it's working out." Several dirty bowls were held in his hand and in the other a rag. On the floor was a mess of Captain Crunch and milk. Plus a spoon.

"Why is there cereal all over the floor?!"

"Food fight. Kinda." He shrugged and quickly set the bowls down on top of the nearby coffee table. He approached Bobby, a smile on his face. "I was hoping you'd get back soon. You didn't call or warn me, so I wasn't expecting you."

"It's good to see you, boy. But ya better clean that mess up," Bobby said after giving Sam a quick embrace. "So, where are the little rugrats?"

"Upstairs . . ." Sam rubbed the back of his head nervously.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"They're in, uh, timeout."

"Timeout?"

"Yes."

"Timeout."

"Yeah."

". . . Care to elaborate?"

The three kids were already sitting in the living room, watching cartoons and eating cereal. It was around noon, but hey, they weren't going to get up early to eat. At first, they were sitting there quite peacefully.

"Cas, pass the remote, will you?" Gabriel asked, seeing where it sat on the other side of the couch by his younger brother.

Castiel, deciding to be defiant, narrowed his eyes. "How about you get it yourself."

"You're closer!"

"So?"

"So? Are you really going to act like that to me?" Gabriel narrowed his eyes at the other angel.

"Maybe." Castiel took a bite of cereal.

"You're not the boss," Dean added, apparently taking Castiel's side.

"Hey! Shut up! I never said I was, but I am the oldest out of all of you," Gabriel retorted.

"Blah, blah, blah." Dean made a mocking gesture with his hand.

"I'm so going to smack you if you keep that up!"

"Try it! Sam'll help me."

Gabriel growled, getting off the couch and putting his cereal on the table. He walked over to the remote and reached for it. But before he could, Castiel quickly grabbed it and held it away.

"Cas! Give it!" Gabriel snarled. He swiped at it but before he could get it, Dean stood up and retrieved it. He held his cereal in one hand and backed away. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Brats."

"Come and get it," Dean teased, sticking his tongue out. Having had enough, Gabriel grabbed Dean's leg and yanked him down. His bowl of cereal fell out of his hands and onto the floor with a clatter. The remote also did, and Dean with it.

"Look what you did!" Castiel yelled, pointing at the mess.

"It was Dean's fault!" the archangel snorted, looking at the six year old laying on the couch.

"You're mean! I hate you!" Dean whined, smacking Gabriel in the face before grabbing the remote and scuttling off.

"You stupid kid! Give that back!"

"Don't hurt Dean!" Castiel shouted. He brought his arm up, spoon in hand, and hurled it at his brother. It bounced off the back of Gabriel's head.

Screeching to a stop with a small yelp, the archangel rubbed at the spot. He turned to face Castiel.

"You're so getting it!" he yelled. He stormed towards the angel and grabbed his wrist.

"Let me go, Gabriel!" Castiel growled, wiggling. He took his cereal and tossed it at the archangel. Gabriel quickly dodged it and pinned his brother to the couch.

"Hey! Stop that!" Dean shouted, coming back into the room. He scurried forward, desperate to help. He threw the remote at Gabriel. Dean was slapped, sending him to the floor. "Ow!" He looked around, then swiped Gabriel's bowl from the table. He sloshed it all over his back.

"What the- hey!" the archangel let out a strangled shout and jumped backwards, landing on his backside. He glared at Dean, forgetting Castiel on the couch. He jumped up and stalked forward, causing Dean to back away.

"Don't hurt him!" Castiel yelled, trying to pull Gabriel away. He yanked his curly hair.

"Ouch! Let go!" Gabriel harshly pulled the angel off of himself. He flung him to the floor. Gabriel then grabbed Dean and wrestled him to the floor. The two of them exchanged hits before Dean started crying.

"Sam! Sam!" the young Winchester yelled at the top of his lungs, wriggling under the archangel's hold.

That made Sam come running. He flew down the stairs.

"What the hell?!" Sam exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight before him. The three kids all stopped, frozen.

"It's . . . not what it looks like?" Gabriel squeaked, still towering over Dean.

Sam glared, his mouth twitching in anger.

"It was all Gabriel's fault!" Castiel quickly added. He pointed a finger at the archangel.

"You little brat!" Gabriel snarled. He stepped away from Dean.

Sam swiftly grabbed Gabriel by the back of his shirt and took notice of the milk all over his back.

"Did you guys throw your cereal?!" Sam exclaimed.

"Dean did," the archangel said. He carefully tried to get Sam's hand off his shirt, only for the Winchester to scold him before turning his attention back to the other two.

"Were you all involved?" he asked in a serious tone.

All the kids looked down, shamefaced. "Yes . . ."

Sam frowned deeply. "All of you- upstairs. Now." He let go of Gabriel's shirt and pointed a finger at the stairs. They all sighed and mumbled under their breath, begrudgingly making their ways towards the steps. Sam waited for them all to get past him and then took the back of the line.

"You three, sit on the bed," Sam ordered once he'd ushered them into the guest bedroom. He left without checking their spots, but he knew they'd do as he told. In a matter of minutes, he reemerged with two more chairs. The kids looked with confusion towards him.

Sam took the two chairs and then the one that had already been in the room and put them all in opposite corners of the room.

"All of you go and sit on a chair," Sam said roughly. He placed his hands on his hips. The kids frowned, looking at him with confusion. "Now."

"Why?" Castiel asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Because from this point on, you're all in timeout. Now go sit in a chair."

Castiel shrank back at Sam's harsh tone, but they all soon did as they were told.

"Keep your faces in the corners, and don't move. I'll be back when you're out of this." He started towards the door. "And if I catch any of you out, you'll make it a whole lot worse for yourselves."

"'M surprised you didn't have to do anything more drastic this whole time," Bobby grumbled, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, me neither. But I have a feeling it's only going to get worse from here," Sam commented.

"No doubt 'bout that." Bobby started towards the kitchen. "I'll be gettin' my own breakfast ready. Better not've made a mess in my kitchen, boy."

Sam grinned. "Of course not."

Blushing furiously and laughing as I write this chapter

I don't even know. But hey, at least this one was maybe faster. And yes, my siblings and I used to fight over stupid things like this, too. Admit it. You did also.

And thanks to wholockianraptor (and every review, for that matter) for giving me the inspiration to get this chapter finished! I was nearly done with it, but I know I never would have gotten it done today if not for that.