ANOTHER CHAPTER, I HOPE TO UPDATE FASTER!
"Dean put that down! You're not old enough to drink that. Sam stop playing with that gun, and Cas!" The older hunter stopped as he looked toward the angel, who was patently sitting on the couch. "You're fine."
Bobby lifted the wriggling Dean from the beer fridge and plopped him on the couch.
The young boy crossed his arms and pouted until his little brother was put down next to him.
Castiel slowly scooted closer to the little Winchesters.
Bobby looked down at the three boys.
What am I going to do with them?
The hunter sighed then looked over the kids again. Dean held his little brother and smiled while Sam struggled to get free with a grin. The small angel sat there, hands in his lap, blue eyes fixed on Bobby. Every once in a while tugging at his coat.
"Stay here." Bobby started to make his way out of the room.
"Where you going Uncle Bobby?" Dean asked just as the man left.
When he came back the hunter was holding three small pairs of t-shirts and pants.
"Here you go." Bobby handed out each one.
Dean lifted the gray shirt. "Where did you get these?"
"They're from a long time ago when you use to stay here more." The man rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry Cas, you'll have to use Sam's old cloths."
Dean pulled himself off the couch, dragging his jean jacket behind him as he walked himself into the bathroom to change.
Sam stumbled forward, pulling on his large plaid shirt, he made his way behind the couch.
Castiel sat there, looking through the cloths.
Bobby stood, watching the angel, as if he tried to figure out how to put them on.
"You need help there?" The hunter asked.
Castiel nodded slightly, putting the cloths down.
Bobby leaned over and unbuttoned the large white shirt, revealing the little boy's chest. The older man slipped over the small white t-shirt and pulled over the black pants.
Once little Castiel was dressed, Bobby begun to stand, holding the larger cloths to store until they had fixed this.
Just as he turned, the man heard a small whimper from behind.
Bobby turned to see the little angel with his arms slightly stretched out. His blue eyes were fixed on something in the man's arms.
He looked down, noticing Castiel was starring at trench coat in Bobby's hands.
The angel quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed.
"Do you want it? It's a lil' big." The hunter asked.
The dark haired boy looked back up at the man and nodded, folding his arms around himself.
Bobby smiled, he handed the coat to the angel who quickly snatched it from his hands.
Castiel rubbed on the soft material before putting it on.
The sleeves hung over his hands while the back stayed bunched up behind, pressing against the sofa.
The angel pulled on the sides of his jacket, then on the back, sleeves and neck, trying to make himself look like the angel warrior he was.
But now with the coat on he looked like a small 5 year old, blue eyed boy with bushy black hair wrapped in a gigantic coat; which technically, at the moment, he was.
Suddenly there was a grunt and a small two year old Sam came running from behind the couch in a flannel red shirt and jeans.
His shirt buttons were one hole off and his pants wouldn't stay up.
Sam smiled up at Bobby through his messy brown hair.
The angel smiled down at his friend as he pulled on his neck where the tie use to be.
The hunter bent down and redid the buttons and pulled the belt tighter on the young boy's pants.
Just then Dean came out, a solid grey shirt and jeans. His bracelet and ring still on, both practically falling off.
"Right," Bobby took up the oversized clothing from the boys.
"You all can stay in here, don't break anything. Dean, I'll be right in the other hall, it's your job to watch them." The hunter said to the oldest boy.
"Yes sir!" Dean smiled, taking on this responsibility.
The man looked over the three, he wished there was a better way to watch them but he had to figure out whatever a Sidsher was and how to reverse it and there is no way he's going to be able to figure it out with a bunch of kids running around.
"Alright, be good." Bobby looked over the angel and the two boys, then slowly made his way out into his office.
Just as he left, Dean turned around. "What do you guys wanna do?"
"Oo! Oo!" The tiny Sam squeaked. "Can we play a game?"
The older brother grinned. "Sure! Let's play tag!"
Dean ran up to Castiel and tapped him on the shoulder. "Your it!" He exclaimed loudly before racing down the hall with his brother close behind.
The small angel watched the two sprint as fast as they could away from him. Castiel scratched his head, he didn't understand human games.
The dark haired boy stood there for a long time, trying to figure out what to do when Dean leaned around the corner. Sam's messy haired head poked out from under him.
"Cas!" The older brother whispered loudly.
"Huh?" The angel tilted his head.
"You're suppose to tag us!"
"What does tag mean?" The younger boy asked.
"You have to chase us and catch us!" Dean half whispered/half yelled.
"Why would I do that?" Castiel asked, still confused.
"Because it's a game!"
"Have you done something wrong?"
Dean sighed, "Just catch us!"
The two brothers raced off again. Castiel hesitated for a second then ran after them, stumbling on his large coat.
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