Despite what he said to the contrary, Dean was a nervous wreck. Inias was hardly an angel he would consider threatening, and he'd maintained a close friendship with Cas even after all the crap the aforementioned had put Heaven through. But that didn't change the fact that the feathered fucker had materialized in the bunker and snatched up Jimmy—without Dean even noticing he was there.
"So, wait, did he say anything? Other than Jimmy's mojo manifesting early, I mean?" Sam asked for what seemed like the millionth time.
Dean shook his head, only half-focused on what Sam was saying. "He said he wanted to help or something," he muttered. Jimmy seemed fine, all things considered. Dean pulled him a bit closer as he made a grab for a discarded ketchup bottle and rested a hand on his forehead. "God, Sammy, what if he did something to him? Messed with his head or… or…"
"Or what?"
"I don't know!" Dean snapped, and immediately regretted it as Jimmy began to fuss. "Hey, it's alright, buddy. Don't start crying, okay? C'mon…"
Sam winced as Jimmy's hiccupping sobs filled the kitchen. Normally, he would have said something about Dean clearly overreacting, but he let the comment die in his mouth. Dean's face was lined with worry, and seemed to be on the verge of joining his son in a meltdown.
"Look, I really don't think we have anything to worry about," Sam reasoned in the most soothing voice he could manage. "It was just Inias. He and Cas go way back, and you know how angels are with personal space."
"I know that," Dean growled, patting Jimmy on the back as the infant continued to wail. "But Inias isn't the only angel out there, is he? If that little twit can find us, so can every other one of those assholes! And it's not like I can angel-proof the damn place anymore with Cas around!" He was shouting again, he realized, and lowered his voice before continuing. "Don't you get it? We're not safe here."
Sam sighed as he reached out to take Jimmy, and tried bouncing him lightly on his knee. "Have you talked to Cas yet?" he asked.
Dean shook his head. "He's been off since this morning," he muttered.
"Where?"
"I'unno, I was dead asleep. Think he mentioned something about it last night, but I was kinda out of it." Dean's mouth quirked in the briefest hint of a smile. "Little guy wants to eat twenty-four seven. Probably just hates that formula. Betcha can't wait to try some pie, huh kiddo?" He added the last part with a grin in at Jimmy, who only cried louder.
"Yeah, that formula tastes like crap," Sam added with a shrug.
"How would you know?"
Sam rolled his eyes and fixed Dean with one of his classic bitchfaces. "Well, if you and Cas would stop putting the formula in a milk carton, maybe I wouldn't be mixing them up at two in the morning."
"Hey, that's not me! That's all Cas. I told him we don't need to make that much, but he does it anyway."
"It's a good thing he did, though," commented a voice from the kitchen, and Dean shot up out of his chair as though he'd been shocked. "So much faster than mixing it myself." Anna walked out of the kitchen with a bottle and a towel, seemingly unaware of Dean and Sam's dumbfounded expressions. "It's been awhile since I've done this," she continued, setting the items on the table and holding out her arms to Sam. "May I?"
"You may not!" Dean retorted, pushing his way between Sam and Anna, as Jimmy's crying rose once again in volume. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"He's hungry," Anna answered, taking a step back in surprise. "You two seemed busy, so I thought I'd feed him for you."
"See what I'm talking about, Sam?!" Dean exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the flabbergasted redhead. "They just waltz on in here like they own the damn place!"
As if on cue, another set of footsteps echoed from down the hall, followed by their young owner whose face was obscured by the pile of blankets he carried. "I don't know if this is enough, but they're all I could find—" he was saying, before cutting off mid-sentence. "Um, is everything alright?" Samandriel asked hesitantly, peering around the blanket pile and glancing from Anna to Sam, then to the blade Dean had half-pulled from his jacket.
"Oh, great, you brought Alfie," Dean said sarcastically. "What is this, an angel family reunion?"
Samandriel shook his head as he turned to Anna in confusion. "Was it something I said?" he asked softly.
"I don't know," she replied. "Maybe now is a bad time."
Samandriel's face suddenly lit up, and his face split into a huge grin. "If now is a bad time, why don't we take Jimmy with us and give these two a chance to speak in private!" he exclaimed excitedly, and before Dean could blink, the smaller angel was on the opposite side of the room with Jimmy cradled gently in his arms.
"Hey!" Dean had fully withdrawn the angel blade from his jacket, but Sam caught his arm before he could throw it.
"It's alright," Samandriel said, more focused on Jimmy than Sam and Dean. "I've been watching humans caring for their infants, and feeding is actually rather easy."
"I can feed my own damn kid, Alfie!" Dean snapped, snatching both baby and bottle from the angel's arms. "Get out, and tell your angel buddies they're not welcome here!"
Samandriel looked ready to cry, and Anna rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We'll go," she said in resignation. "But we'll be back later if you need anything."
"No, damnit, that's not what I—" There was a flutter of wings, and Dean was left shouting at thin air. "The hell was that all about?"
Sam, however, was grinning. "They remind me of a bunch of grandmothers," he snickered.
"This isn't funny, Sam."
"No, you're right," Sam said, hurriedly attempting to hide his smile. "The strongest creatures in Heaven's army cooing over your kid like little old ladies. Not funny at all."
"Shut up, Sammy."