"So how'd it go getting the werewolf?"
Dean shifted feet, hiking his angel up on his side, "Well…it wasn't exactly a werewolf…it's a little worse than that…"
"What do you mean?"
"DEAN HURRY UP HE WON'T STOP KICKING MY FUCKING SEAT!" Sam shouted into the house.
Jody, Dean and Cas ran outside to find Sam hunched over the passenger side backseat. "I swear, if you don't quit kicking my seat I will-"
"Sammy." Dean called. Sam stood to his full height, revealing a child about three years old in a carseat beside Cas'. The child had messy, curly blond hair paired with whiskey colored eyes and golden wings. His wings were larger than Castiel's, being made already with flight feathers, though a few bottom rows still possessed down feathers.
"Who is that?" Jody asked.
"That's Gabriel…"
To say she was surprised was an understatement. "You…you mean the archangel?!"
Dean nodded, taking the toddler in his arms to the other side along with his bag. "Yeah, he fixed the werewolf thing up for us because he was freaking out. Apparently this thing ain't just a witch's spell."
Sam started to turn to get into the car when he was stopped by a tiny fist in his jacket. Resisting an eyeroll, he stooped down to eyelevel with the archangel.
"I'm sorry, Samby." Gabe said, wrapping his short arms around Sam's neck. The little child sniffled and buried his nose into the front of the older man's neck, rubbing a small bit of runny snot off. And, I'll be damned of Sam couldn't forgive the little guy for everything and anything. He wouldn't even be mad if Gabriel told him that he was the one who allowed the thought of clowns to be a thing. The hunter hugged him back, patting the small of his back lightly before standing again.
"Uh, thanks again, Jody…" he said before getting in his seat.
They took off to the motel and struggled to get both boys to walk into the room. Once inside, Cas took up a spot on Dean's bed and flattened his pillow, ready to fall asleep. Gabe jumped onto Sam's bed, picking up the pillowpet his chose – a moose – and yelped, "Let's play, Samby!" before smacking the taller with the pillow upside the head.
Sam stood frozen for a second, taking in what had just happened. Before the angel could jump down from the bed, he snatched him by the waist and sat him down, "Let's sleep," he said tiredly.
Dean had already crawled into bed and was rubbing Castiel's back to lull the tot asleep. Sam pulled back the covers and coaxed the blond under. After Gabe accepted his fate he curled against Sam, taking a fistful of the man's shirt into his pudgy hand. An hour's time later and the entire room was dead silent, the only noise was the mini fridge humming the background.
The next morning Dean and Sam were awaken to the sound of Cas' crying and things hitting the ground. Dean looked over to see two little boys covered in dirt with their bag's contents dumped on the floor. The door to outside was left wide open and a small frog hopped out to freedom.
Without questioning it because it was way too early to deal with this shit, the elder hunter went to the bathroom and started the water. Sam carried both boys back and stripped them, tossed them in the water, and helped his brother wash the two troublemakers. After drying them, Dean slipped a pull-up on Cas and Sam helped Gabriel into his underwear. They held off completely dressing them in fear of them covering themselves in dirt and mud again. The little angels ran out to the main room and jumped onto Dean's bed while the hunters cleaned up their mess.
"OK," Sam groaned as he stood, "we might wanna get going soon." He and Dean got dressed and helped the boys into their outfits. Dean spotted Castiel's plush under the table and went to retrieve it. As he stood he bumped his head against the table.
"Ow! Sonofa bitch!" he yelled through the pain. From where he sat, Gabriel laughed and clapped, which seemed to cause the bump forming to grow cartoonishly large. To say Sam stayed composed would be the lie of the century; his snickers quickly developed into full-body laughter. "Gabriel!" Dean yelled, falling onto his back and throwing Cas' bee at Sam's head. The little trickster only laughter harder and clapped again, which made the bump disappear. "What the hell was that?!"
Sam recollected himself and cleared his throat, "I think he still has trickster abilities," he answered. The taller picked up his little troublemaker and the shorter snatched up the youngest. They went out to the car and buckled the little ones in and handed them cups of juice and their pillowpets. Getting in, Dean switched on the Impala and started to head back toward the bunker.
"I gotta pee." Cas said for the eighth time.
"We know, bud. I'm tryin' to find somewhere to turn off." Dean replied, agitation building in his voice. Luckily, he found a McDonald's to stop at and take Castiel in. Dean pulled in, which got Gabriel excited.
"Food break!" the archangel yelped. He clapped, which resulted in Cas' need to relieve himself to not be necessary anymore.
"Oh, God! Gabe!" Dean groaned. The hunters got out of the vehicle and reached for the kids. Sam lifted Gabriel up while Dean had Castiel walk. The child began crying, reaching up to Dean with his free hand while Dean stared straight forward. He walked a little too fast for Castiel, which made the boy's crying worse before they got to the bathroom.
Cas' tears didn't stop once they were inside, if anything they got heavier. He heaved as Dean disrobed him, hiccupped hard enough to make himself cough as Dean dried him off, and by the time Dean was putting new bottoms on him, the angel was making incoherent noises and sobs into his breaths.
"Hey, hey, Cas. Everything's fine, now." Dean said, trying to sound calming, "You're going to make yourself sick if you keep on," he added, picking up his angel. Cas' crying slowed once he was in Dean's arms, he clung tight to the hunter's shirt while he rubbed his back. They went out into the restaurant where Sam and Gabriel had already gotten food. Dean sat down with the raven-haired boy, who refused to move from his lap. Castiel reached over and snatched his chicken nuggets and fries. The eldest decided it was best to avoid more waterworks and let his angel stay put.
" 'M sorry, Cassie for makin' you pee youself." Gabriel apologized. Cas' wings fluttered under his shirt and he nodded, grinning widely. Gabe smiled and his wings tried to move from their flatted state as he looked up at Sam.
The taller patted his back, which was enough to elate the archangel to reach over and snatch a French fry from Dean's box.
"Hey!" Dean yelped through his burger.
"It's just one fry, Dean," Sam snickered.
Dean glared at the giggling child who had his fry dangling from his lips. The trance was only broken when Cas leaned his head back and pushed his lips against Dean's chin.
"Don' be mad, Dean-ah," he said, sticking a greasy finger against the corner of the hunter's mouth. Dean chuckled and looked down, kissing the top of Cas' head. By the time they finished eating Gabriel had stolen six fries and somehow still gotten icecream.
They loaded the kids in the car and slammed the doors. "You need to stop spoiling Gabe," Dean pointed to his brother.
"What're you talking about?" Sam asked, resting his forearms on the hood of the car, "It's not like you haven't spoiled Cas rotten…"
"Yeah but Cas isn't being a dick. Gabriel is."
"He took a couple fries. Big whoop." Sam popped open his door, "Gabe's fine." Dean rolled his eyes but got behind the wheel, his brother beside him.
"Don't get icecream all over the seat!" the elder warned.
The four came into the bunker three hours later. Gabriel was nearly asleep, his nose buried in Sam's neck. Castiel laid in Dean's arms, having outright refused being sat on Dean's hip and hanging on, so the hunter had to carry him bridal style.
Sam switched on the lights and tossed down the diaper bag. He sighed and grunted as he sat Gabe in a chair.
Dean sat Cas on his feet and let the tot take off toward the bathroom. Dean smiled his brother while he tried to clean off Gabriel's face yet again from the sticky mess of the icecream.
Everything was peaceful until there was a crash from the kitchen.
"Cas?!" Dean yelped, taking off down to the room. He stopped in the doorway and didn't exactly spot Cas. "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me."
Castiel came in behind him and broke into a huge grin, "Balthy!"
"Cassie!"
Sorry it took so long with this chapter, I would've done this Friday but I got sick!
...Yes I can make as many angels babies as I want and y'all'll see why soon!
Anywho, tell me what you thought of this chapter! And, thank you to Elionu for being the ONLY review!
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