What's up, guys? Long time, no see. Sorry if some of you were getting impatient waiting for my slow butt to update. The ideas come as fast as they go. But I may be able to start the Sabriel fluff-ball rolling, which you will see at the end. I had about a dozen ideas with it, and my beta couldn't even decide, that's how many there were. xD Musical inspiration for this one was Spontaneous me by Lindsey Stirling. And ArtfullyCriminal and I will be starting a cosplay blog on Tumblr soon. Taking our first 'photoshoot' this weekend. We do genderbend!Winchesters, or as we like to say, we do the Winsisters. I'm Deanna, she's Samantha. I'll update when we have it up and running.

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Read like you're running because you scratched the Impala and ate the last piece of pie.

"Hey, Cas? Can we all make cookies and decorate them?" Faith looked up at him with gray eyes, silently pleading.

Castiel had been putting away clean dishes when she had stepped into the kitchen, arms full of Styrofoam swords, some of Anna's summer scarves, and her collection of pirate hats…and possibly Jackson's watch box from their anniversary a few days ago that he had received.

It had been three days since Angel Visitation Day, and Faith had just gotten home from school an hour ago. Gabriel and Stella were going to come over later for the sleepover that Jackson had suggested, but Castiel hadn't heard from either of the Singer Angels. He was starting to think they wouldn't come, though Sam had said that he wouldn't mind bringing Ben.

He smiled at her. "Well, of course. If we didn't, Gabe may draw on our faces while we sleep if we don't! And we don't want mustaches when we wake up, do we?" She stared at nothing for a second, and then started giggling.

"No! And he'd only draw on you 'cause he's gonna sleep in your nest with you!" She paused for second. "Are Ben and his Angels gonna come, too?" She pouted, her expression looking like a kicked puppy, and Castiel felt his heart begin to break at the sight.

He gave her a gentle smile. "I don't know, chick. I haven't heard from them, but if they can't make it, they'll call to tell us." She huffed a sigh, scuffing at the tile with her small foot.

"Okay…Can you help me with the costumes? I'm about to drop it." She shuffled the objects in her arms for emphasis. Castiel chuckled, closing the washing machine. The phone started to ring in the cradle just then. He picked it up on his way to help Faith, glancing to the caller ID. It was an unknown number, and he answered the call, tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"Tronten residence, Castiel speaking." He quickly grabbed a couple swords and scarves from the giant pile in Faith's arms. He shooed her towards the family room. A gruff voice spoke on the phone.

"Yeah, I'm lookin' for the house Angel. He around?" The man sounded almost like he was irritated just by talking. Faith had tossed her portion of the toys and scarves onto the couch, and was running back towards the stairs, probably to get more stuff from her room.

"Speaking. May I ask who this is?" Castiel was being polite, but he usually had a short temper with people on the phone. No idea why, but his zen-like patience just flies out the window when there's a phone involved.

"Name's Bobby. Sam and Dean are my boys. They escorted you to the hospital with a medical a few days ago, right?" Castiel set his pile down onto the couch with the other toys, adjusting the phone while he straightened.

"Yes, they did. You must be Ben's grandfather." A huff sounded on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, that's me. Seems they all forgot about your invitation about a sleepover 'til just a few minutes ago. Idjits. They still welcome to join you?" Castiel couldn't help but laugh at the long-suffering tone Bobby's voice held. It seemed like the brothers did this quite often.

"Of course they're still welcome. But which brother is coming? I think Faith took an instant liking to Sam." Castiel could hear her coming back down the stairs with…oh sweet mercy, did she really dump all of the toys out of that bucket in her room?! Castiel snapped his fingers at her, drawing her attention. He silently pointed to the large plastic bucket, narrowed his eyes and shook his head 'No' a few times. She pouted again, but hung her head and started pulling the bucket back behind her to her room.

"Yeah, Sam's comin' with Ben. I need Dean to stay here and help me work on some repairs with the cars. Sam ain't much one for cars; he's more suited towards kids and research."

Castiel tried to keep his mouth shut, but it's like they say: Curiosity killed the cat. "Research?"

"Huntin' research. And not the normal huntin', either."

"Oh…" Castiel fell silent, not knowing how to respond.

"I remember hearin' about you, y'know. With the werewolf attack about forty-five years ago." And there it was, Castiel's faded fame come back for a spotlight show. "That was the reason I always told Dean to listen to his gut. Helped him a lot, too. Anyway, Sam and Ben'll be there in about half an hour, tops. And thanks for lettin' them come…Ben don't have that many friends."

Castiel gave a small smile despite himself. "It's no problem at all. And thank you for letting them come over. Faith had actually just asked me if they would be coming right before you called. She seemed quite put out when I told her I hadn't heard from you."

"Hmph. Kids, always willing to make new friends." A loud thud sounded from the stairs, followed by a yelp of pain. Castiel whipped his head around to find Faith fumbling to get up from the floor, seeming as if she had just fallen down the stairs. She stood up and looked at him, lip split and bleeding, but she smiled at him in her way of saying 'I'm okay.'

'Rough and tumble girl, just like her parents.' He sighed. 'And if I didn't know better, I'd say she did it on purpose so she could look like a real pirate.' Castiel turned to the sink and grabbed a cloth from the drawer, turning on the water. Faith came trotting over, having done the routine a thousand times with all three adults (though Anna fusses more).

"That seems to be the case. Ben and Sam don't happen to have any food allergies, do they? Faith wants us all to make cookies, and I don't think Jackson has any EpiPens in the first aid kit." He started dabbing the cloth at Faith's lip, trying not to cause any pain.

"Nah, they can eat anything you put in front of them, though Sam likes healthy stuff more. Anyway, they just left here, so they'll get there in about twenty minutes or so. I really appreciate you lettin' 'em stay. I better let you get back to takin' care of that girl o' yours. You never know what trouble kids can get into in five minutes."

Castiel continued to dab at Faith's lip, and let out a sigh. "Tell me about it. And it's no problem. Have a nice day, Mr. Singer."

"It's Bobby to you, boy." Castiel could hear Bobby mumble something after that which sounded suspiciously like 'Since you're driving him insane.' He heard a click, and then the phone went dead.

At the same moment, the doorbell rang, and Faith sprang from the kitchen with a shout of 'STELLA!' Castiel let her go, instead going through the family room to the hallway connecting to Anna and Jackson's room, where the laundry room was located. As he returned to the kitchen, he was suddenly gripped in a tight hug from Gabriel, nearly crushing his lungs.

"Urgh! Gabe, crushing!" Castiel managed to croak out. Gabriel loosened his hold, but still held Castiel around his shoulders and wings.

"Sorry, bro. How have you been? Thinking about your big, bad dom Dean?" He cackled at Castiel's blush. "So you have! Anything good? Care to share? Or do I need to get you a copy of a certain book?" Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, enjoying making his brother squirm.

Castiel shrugged out of Gabriel's embrace, walking back to the sink while trying to smooth his feathers back. "I don't need any 'help', Gabriel. And it's natural for me to think of Dean. He helped me with that child."

Gabriel was silent behind him. "Do you remember what Mom and Dad said about how they met?" Castiel was shocked at his brother's question. He froze where he stood, unsure of what to do now.

"Yes. Why?" He could hear Gabriel shuffle behind him, heard a rustle of feathers, meaning that he had wrapped his wings around him for comfort.

"Remember what they said about how they felt the first few days after that? That they thought about each other for days without realizing it…" Castiel exhaled through his nose.

"What's this about, Gabe?" He turned to find Gabriel as he expected, golden wings drawn tight around his shoulders, arms around his waist in a protective stance.

There were few times when his outgoing older brother looked uncertain or self-conscious, but it was usually pretty simple to figure out, and difficult to resolve.

"Well…" Gabriel shifted his eyes to the floor, scuffing at the floor with his shoe. "I was just teasing you 'cause…'cause I wondered if I was the only one…who thought about them…well, one in particular…"

"You think about Sam, don't you?" Castiel said it in his 'soldier voice', as Gabriel called it, when he stated facts as questions.

Gabriel let out a small squeak and cast his wide-eyed gaze to Castiel. "Y-you don't have to be so mean about it!" The younger Angel shrugged.

"I'm not meaning to be, but I will enjoy watching you squirm with discomfort tonight. Sam is coming to stay the night with Ben." He grinned as he saw Gabriel's expression evolve from embarrassment to shock, and settling on panic.

'Well, this may be quite entertaining, indeed.'

So, thoughts? I know you have them, otherwise you wouldn't be making that face. And if the last bit seems forced, it kinda was... And yes I'm picking on Gabe now, but it's only fair since I picked on Cas in the second chapter.

Leave a review or kind message, my lovely people.

Wisty