The first few days of having the Angels in the Winchester home was a bit tiring. They had to watch them to make sure they didn't get into any trouble. One of the times they left them alone, Gabriel tried to get Castiel to stick his fingers and even a fork in an electrical plug to see what would happen. After that, Sam made sure to keep an eye on Gabriel so he couldn't cause any problems. Usually turning on the television would keep him occupied for a while. Castiel still enjoyed sitting outside and watching the birds and bees, finding them completely interesting. Dean watched Castiel whistle at birds, slowly matching the bird's tone and call.

"So are you just part recording device or something?" Castiel looked back at Dean confused before he shook his head.

"Not really. I don't think we have recording capabilities...We just are able to imitate certain noises and sounds." He explained.

"So pretty much the same thing." Dean stated as Castiel shrugged his shoulders, smiling a little as he looked back at the bird and whistled at him again. Dean watched him for a bit longer before he began whistling the tune to Don't Fear The Reaper, an old song that his father showed him when he was a kid. Castiel paused and looked back at Dean, slowly whistling each note carefully before he matched it and whistled along with Dean.

"Have you heard that song before?" Dean asked curiously, stopping in the middle.

"No I haven't. Did you make that up yourself?" He asked, cocking his head. Dean chuckled at that, shaking his head.

"No. Follow me and I'll show you." He motioned for him to follow him before getting the old tape player that his father gave him. He searched his box quickly for the correct one before he popped it in and the song came on. Castiel sat down, staring at the tape deck as the music sounded from it. He soon began whistling lightly to it, seeing that it was the same song that Dean had showed him the notes to. Dean couldn't help but smile at that, seeing that the angel seemed to like it. "Do you want to hear more songs?" He asked when the song finally ended. Castiel nodded, looking up at Dean for a moment before he looked back down at the cassette tapes.

"Yes, I would like that." He murmured, poking at a few of them lightly.

Dean shook his head at that, going to teach the Angel a few things about music. He spent the next few hours telling him all about his favorite bands and how he wished he could see them in concert, the best ways to really appreciate the music, and why he wished that other music nowadays could sound as good as these songs did.

Sam's luck with Gabriel was a bit different since it was mostly making sure he didn't get into trouble when he was bored.

"So why do you eat?"

"Because things taste good." He shrugged.

"You don't get hungry, do you? Or does your body sense it?"

"Here comes the barrage of questions, once again." He smirked, winking at Sam to show it was alright. "We technically don't get hungry or require eating. Just call it a fun time passer." He said with a shrug. He had found a deck of cards and was shuffling them before he would put them in order and then shuffle them again.

Sam and Dean spent their day off teaching the Angels about the stuff around them. Dean taught Castiel about his music and his car, showing him how it worked. Sam on the other hand talked to Gabriel about what it was like being a Hunter and would ask him questions about what it was like to be an Android. Gabriel mostly gave snarky remarks but still answered each and every question as he tried to braid Sam's hair. He considered that payment for his answers.

Since they were the ones who were trusted to guard the Angel projects and they were so unique, it was only natural for the brothers to freak out when they broke for the first time.

The brothers had both been in their beds, deep asleep when a loud crash jolted them out of their sleep. Dean rolled out of his bed, glancing at his alarm clock. 3:15 April 15th, 2108.

Gabriel was asleep face down the middle of the couch, his arm draping off the edge. Castiel on the other hand was face down on the floor in the

broken glass and wood of what used to be the coffee table.

Dean's stomach twisted, quickly rushing to Castiel's side and turning him over. The android's eyes were closed and larger shards of glass were embedded in his face and some of them going through his shirt and into his chest. Synthetic blood trickled through his shirt and down his face and Dean feared that the Angel was dead. He tried shaking him awake and nothing. He didn't even feel him breathing.

"Fuck, Sam! What do we do?" He looked up at Sam desperately, not knowing how they were going to explain breaking Castiel in the first week.

Sam shook his head, at a loss for words as he stared at the despondent angel in Dean's arms. "Maybe...Maybe Gabriel will know what to do." He tried to assure Dean, going to the smaller male before trying to shake him awake. No response. Sam shook him a little harder until Gabriel rolled off of the couch and onto his back. Gabriel didn't even stir. Sam cursed under his breath and tried to feel for a heartbeat. Nothing. "He's not working, Dean." He mumbled, kneeling beside Gabriel and gently slapping his cheek.

"How the hell did they both break?!" Dean snapped at Sam, looking up from Castiel. "And at the same time too?"

Sam quickly shook his head, slipping his arms under Gabriel's head and knees to scoop him up in his arms. "We need to get them to Chuck as soon as possible."

"It's three in the morning, I doubt he's still gonna be awake!" Dean snapped at him, carefully picking Castiel up so he didn't push the glass in any deeper.

They carefully got the angels into the backseat of their car and got in before they rushed to the Angelis headquarters as Sam called Chuck, expressing how much of an emergency that the had on their hands. They used their badges to get in and Chuck was waiting for them with hovering gurneys. Each Winchester set their android on one of them before they were moved towards the repair room.

"What happened to them?" Chuck asked, mortified to see that Castiel was bleeding out from different parts of his body.

"I don't know, we just heard this crash and we found them like this. Gabriel just wasn't moving either. I don't really know how to explain it." Sam mumbled, watching as Chuck began examining them.

Chuck looked Castiel over carefully, prodding at him with a few different tools before he narrowed his eyes and turned in his chair to check over Gabriel again. He soon groaned and rested his face in his palm. "Are you serious?" He sighed, moving again so he could plug some wires into the back of each android's head.

"What's going on?" Sam asked as Chuck frowned up at them.

"Their batteries are dead. You haven't been charging them." He said simply, grabbing some other tools so that he could remove the glass from Castiel.

Sam and Dean paused, not expecting that to be the problem. "You can't be serious." Dean groaned.

"Other than the glass in Castiel, the only thing wrong with them is drained batteries. I'm guessing Castiel went to go get his charger and passed out. Gabriel just passed out anyways, not even bothering with it. It's not the first time this has happened, but I hope you guys will start charging them." He explained tiredly, hating that he could out of bed for this.

"Well, Castiel's been outside so much..." Dean started, watching the extraction process.

"So, since Gabriel's been inside more, is that why it died?" Sam asked, comparing their battery life spans.

"Castiel's lasted longer for that reason." Chuck nodded, setting the bowl with the bloody glass aside before grabbing a device to x-ray Castiel's body to make sure that nothing serious had been hit by the glass. "You two can head home if you want. I'll charge them here and you can take them home later." He yawned, closing his eyes for a moment before he went back to working.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, not wanting to trouble him more.

"Yeah, there's nothing else here you guys can do." He replied softly, focusing on his work.

Dean nodded, yawning and pushing Sam towards the door. "Sorry 'bout waking you. Thanks for fixing them up." Chuck nodded in acknowledgment, still not too happy.

Dean and Sam didn't find sleep easily after that, too riled up by the earlier events. Thankfully they didn't have to be to work until eight and got there almost on time. Dean clocked in a 8:15, heading to the break room to grab a bite to eat.

"Morning." He yawned to one of his co-Hunters, a workaholic named Victor Henricksen. When Dean and Sam weren't on the same jobs, usually Dean was with Victor. He was someone who got information fast, and even if he sometimes bended a few rules, he got his job done fast. He was quickly working his way to becoming a Captain, which Dean knew he deserved in each aspect. He just wished more people on the team were like him. There were ones who were too uptight and ones who didn't seem to even know what they were doing.

"You're late again." Victor pointed out, mixing a fresh cup of coffee. He leaned back against the counter, watching as Dean grabbed a couple donuts from a box on the table.

"Didn't get much sleep." He shrugged before biting into a glazed one. "It's not like I'm an hour late or anything either."

"Just be careful, you never know when they're gonna get anal about it." Victor stated, not that he cared too much. He had his own late days every now and again.

"I'll just worry about that time when it comes then." Dean smirked, eating his breakfast and washing his hands before going back to work.

On break, Sam went to go make sure the angels were okay and saw that Chuck was working on Castiel again, fixing the cuts in his face with a gel. Castiel sat there, watching the man curiously and going cross-eyed every now and again in an attempt to see what was going on. The wounds sealed up after the gel was applied and Castiel looked brand new again.

"Morning, guys." Sam said softly, announcing his presence. Gabriel looked up from the corner, smiling widely. He was still plugged in and charging, but at least he was moving again.

"Hey, Sam." He replied, flipping through a magazine.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as Gabriel shrugged.

"I'm feeling great. Well rested. So I heard you guys had a scare this morning." He smirked, not remembering anything that happened after he went to sleep. Sam shook his head at that, sighing as he sat down beside Gabriel.

"I thought you guys were broken for sure. It would have been so horrible if we actually ruined you guys in the first few days." He murmured as Gabriel snickered.

"Yeah, that wouldn't have been pleasant. Don't worry, I think we're a little more durable than that though." He stated, patting Sam on the head.

Sam smiled at that, happy to see that he was completely back to normal. He liked having Gabriel around, it made his life interesting. "I think Dean was the most worried though. He was freaking out when he saw you were bleeding." He pointed out to Castiel. Castiel looked over over him, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Was he really?" He asked, sounding really surprised. He didn't think that Dean had taken to him that much.

Before Sam could respond, the door opened and Dean walked inside, looking over the group before going to Castiel's side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, seeing that there were little traces of what had happened that morning on him.

"Better now. It wasn't pleasant when I woke up though, it still was hurting." Castiel said softly, looking over Dean before he stared into his eyes. "You were worried about me?"

Dean frowned at that, wondering who said that. He glanced over at Sam, glaring at him for a moment before he looked back at Castiel. "Well, yeah. It wouldn't have been good if we broke the testing equipment in the first few days." He stated.

Castiel's shoulders sagged a little and he looked a little down at that. He was hoping that Dean was caring more that he was in danger instead of getting in trouble from the company. "I see." He said softly.

Dean didn't seem to notice the change, looking back at Chuck. "So they'll be good to take home in a little while?"

"Yeah, they're pretty much back to full charge. And Castiel is pretty much done with repairs."

"Have you been working here all night?" Sam asked, hoping that they weren't stressing the smaller man too much.

"Nah, I went home for a little while and got some sleep after I stopped Castiel's bleeding."

"That's good. I don't want you to overexhaust yourself over our mistakes." He said softly.

"Don't worry about it. The first few days we were nearly finished with these two, I was pulling constant all-nighters. It's nothing new." Chuck shrugged, sealing up the final cuts on Castiel's chest.

"So nothing serious was hit?" Dean asked, seeing the skin patching back together.

"No, the glass missed everything so we didn't have to fix any of his internal wiring."

"That's great, I'm glad the table gave him minimal damage. Just wish I could say that for the table." Dean replied.

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, feeling bad about that. "I apologize, Dean. I didn't think that my battery had drained that much. Perhaps I can try to fix it?" Dean shook his head at that, snorting in amusement.

"Don't worry about it, Cas. It's in a thousand pieces so we tossed it out and ordered a new one. It's fine." Castiel nodded at that, still feeling bad for wrecking parts of their home.

"There's nothing to worry about. It's done and it was an accident. Just don't make a habit of breaking things, alright?" Dean asked, trying to lighten him up.

Castiel nodded again, taking it completely seriously. "Yes, Dean. I will try to be more careful." Dean shook his head, patting Castiel's shoulder.

"You're hopeless." He said softly, looking back at Sam and the other android. Gabriel had gone back to reading, making Sam useful by moving his legs over Sam's to make his seat more comfortable.

"I don't think I have lost hope, Dean. There is still a lot that I have." He was caught off guard by Castiel's response and looked back at him to see if he was being serious.

"No, I don't mean that you don't have hope, I mean that...Ugh, never mind." He sighed, unable to believe how seriously he was taking everything. Castiel cocked his head, staring at him in confusion. Dean almost wondered if head tilting helped Castiel understand things anymore. Maybe someone told him that seeing things at a different angle would help him and Castiel took that advice completely to heart.

Dean realized, at this rate, he wouldn't even be surprised at all if that was in fact the case.