A/n: And we are back to the cute!

-June on the West Coast-

It is late by the time everyone gets fed and Dean is sitting back and watching the angels with Sam and Bobby. All fifteen of them are just lounging together in a mass of bodies and wings. Tabris is laying half on top of Sandalphon, the tall black man who had taken her before, and she has her legs draped over Castiel's. Dean thinks that is to keep the somewhat flustered looking angel from flying off.

Dean's eyes roam over Tabris' wings, full and fluffy with feathers now instead of falling apart as they were before. They are mainly a tawny brown with a few white feathers on the underside and dark brown on top. The sight of all the angels and their wings are somewhat underwhelming. None of them are white. A few are close, having gray or very light yellow ones. One angel had wings that were pitch black, another had red ones like a cardinal. Sandalphon's reminded Dean of a wren. There was even one person with wings that were a deep purple color.

"They remind me of birds," says Sam, his head cocking to the side as he watches all of them, huddled together. Dean snorts quietly.

"They remind me of a litter of puppies with how they're all cuddled up together…" he laughs and nods at Castiel. "Poor Cas looks so uncomfortable down there in that orgy."

Sam smiles and shakes his head, watching as Tabris crawls over to a plump motherly woman with pale yellow wings and starts to talk to her. Cas doesn't get a chance to escape, though, because another angel takes the girl's place. He has white, black and yellow feathers and laughs at Cas when he glares at him.

"That one is Israfel," Sam says, pointing at the one now keeping Castiel in place. "The one that Tabris is talking to is Armisael. She is the angel of the womb," Sam points out and perks a brow.

"Dude… When did you have time to go around learning all their names? And what is Israfel the angel of?" he asks, blinking a couple times.

Sam blushes and shrugs a shoulder. "I didn't… But that book bobby has about them as some pretty accurate descriptions of their wings… And Israfel is the angel of music, dance, and poetry."

Dean laughs and shakes his head, looking back out at the angels his head cocking to the side. With a smirk he points out an angel with dark blue wings. The white tips on his feathers making them look like the night sky.

"What about that one?" Dean asks.

"Leliel, angel of night," Sam replies, with a sigh, feeling like this was going to turn into a long night of naming angels and what they do.

"What is Sandalphon the angel of?" Dean eagerly questions, practically bouncing up and down.

"He is the angel of embryos and supposedly he takes messages to God."

Dean wrinkles his nose a bit and at that. "Well maybe he knows where God ran off to, then…"

Sam just shrugs and watches as Tabris breaks free from the crowd and bounds up to the two of them. She takes one of their hands in each of hers and gives a gentle pull.

"Come on. I want you to come and meet the rest of my brothers and sisters," she says, leading the boys down to the other angels.

None of them get up to greet them but a few send smiles and nods of acknowledgement. Tabris pulled them down to sit on top of an old car's hood with Armisael who giggled and lightly touched Dean's shoulder.

"It is so nice to meet the men who have been taking care of our little Tabris," Amisael chortles , smiling brightly at the two men. Sam smiled shyly and ducks his head.

"It was more Dean than me… " Sam says shyly, reaching up so that he could rub the back of his head.

"Hey, You liked taking care of me when I was a little kid, right Dean?" she asks, batting her eyes at the man.

Dean shrugs and blinks a couple times. "Yeah… Why?"

Tabris doesn't answer but just changes into a little girl again and Dean snorts, smiling as he shrugs off the red, flannel button up he is wearing over his t-shirt, then drapes it over her shoulders and does up the buttons. Then he picks her up and places her on his lap.

"Any particular reason why your clothes never change with you?" he teases. She just shrugs and snuggles into the man holding her as one, by one all the other angles shrink as well.

Castiel grunts as five of the winged children with too-big shirts on wander over to him and then latch on with giggles and smiles. Five more make their move and crawl onto Sam while four more latch onto Dean. The brothers look down at the children with wide eyes.

"Wh… what is all this?" Sam asks, earning giggles from the children clinging to his legs and crawling into his lap.

"Just consider it a training exercise…" Tabris responds, grinning.

"A training exercise for what?" asks Dean, reaching down to help a young boy up onto the hood of the car with him.

"Hmm… You'll see. We have plans for you, Dean," Israfel says, snuggling up to Sam's side and giggling as he stretched out his tiny wings.

Sam frowns, picking up one of the children and holding him so that her back is facing him. "Why do your wings deny the laws of physics?" he asks, trying to figure out how the angels got the wings through their shirts as they did.

Dean just looks at his brother in disbelief eyes wide. "What are you worrying about physics for? They are angels! They don't adhere to Earthly laws! Why aren't you more worried about what they have planned for me and why it involves a horde of baby angels?"

-Welcome Home-

That night, instead of Sam and Dean sleeping downstairs they are upstairs in bed, surrounded by small children. Cas is there too, laying between the brothers while everyone is all piled together like a litter of puppies again.

Dean can feel the heat of a small angel curled up against his back and another resting their head on one of his knees. There's two between him and Cas, one clinging to the front of his shirt and burying their face in his stomach, and another doing the same to Castiel. Sam is sleeping sitting at the head of the bed, with his head lolling back against the wall, two children in his lap and a book between them. Dean is still trying to figure out how they fit three adults and fifteen children into the bed. Somehow they've managed, though that's only because everyone is lying on top of each other, using one another as blankets and pillows. He wonders if this is how these angels act on a regular basis.

He turns his head, looking at Cas who is lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, there's a little girl laying on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest and Dean can see another small head of red hair laying on the man's hip.

"What is it, Dean?" Castiel asks after a moment, turning his head to look at the hunter who blushes a bit in the dark because he got caught staring.

"Nothing… I was just wondering if this is how these angels act all the time. So warm and comfortable with each other and all," he says quietly. When the angel turns his head to look at Dean the man suddenly realizes how close he is to the heavenly being.

"I do not know. I think so, though. Tabris… I met her once in Heaven. She was small like she is now," he nods to the girl who is sleeping down beside one of his legs. "She has always seemed to be a very loving individual. But, as I believe you would say, she is not someone to be fucked with."

Dean chuckles quietly and smiles at the angel.

"If Sam was awake right now he'd accuse me of corrupting you or something because you're using language like that," he says going quiet for a moment more and looking down at Tabris. "How come when she was little she didn't have any of the wounds that she did when she took her original form again? Why was she so weak then but not as a child?" he murmurs softly, biting his lip.

Castiel watches Dean and blinks a couple times.

"Gabriel didn't have time to heal her, just hide what had happened when he changed her to a child. Her grace was healing her while she was with you and from what Sam has told me she didn't exactly have to exert herself while in your care."

When Dean ducks his head and blushes a little at the memories of carrying Tabris around and doing everything for her Castiel lets a small but fond smile grace his face.

"I guess she didn't, did she? I kind of did everything for her." He is quiet for a moment, then bites his lip and looks down at the child pressing their face into his stomach. With a soft smile he lightly runa his fingers through their short hair.

"You'll be a good father, Dean," Castiel says softly, watching the hunter's interaction with the child. The man just snorts at Cas and glances at the angel a little sadly.

"I'm not going to be a father Cas… I couldn't rais a kid like my dad raised Sam and me. I couldn't bring a wife into that…" he says, voice quiet and eye closing as he hides half his face in his pillow.

The angel frowns, reaching out to touch Dean's cheek. The touch seems to startle the other man because he jumps slightly and lifts his head to look at Castiel again. Once he has Dean's attention the blue eyed man smile very gently, never one to show huge amounts of emotion.

"You aren't John Winchester. You are Dean and that is who you would be like. You would raise your children the way you felt was best, not your father." When Dean says nothing he lets his hand slide away from Dean's cheek and motions to Tabris.

"She said you loved me, once. I assumed that she just meant you loved me like you love all humans but I don't know there was just something about how she said it…" he says in a quiet uncertain voice. He can feel his heart in his throat and he feels somewhat terrified of what Castiel's answer to his statement would be.

Castiel just stares at Dean for a moment and blinks then he leans forward, careful of the children between them and kisses the hunter very softly on the lips. The angel isn't the best with showing emotion like a human but he has figured out at least a few ways that humans show their affection toward one another. Kisses are one of the ones he's figured out.

"I am still unsure about these human emotions that I have found myself experiencing. But I do know that I care very much for you, Dean. I don't like seeing you upset or hurt," he says softly.

Dean just smiles and turns his head to nuzzle the angel's hand a little.

"I'm glad… But I have one more question. Why did you bring Tabris to us instead of one of the other angels?" he asks softly, letting go of Castiel's arm so he could retract his hand.

"I did not know where to find them and I trusted you would keep her safe," he replies slowly pulling his hand away from Dean's face. "You should sleep, Dean," he says after a moment, watching the other man yawn.

Dean snorts but closes his eyes and nuzzles down into his pillow. "You're just trying to get rid of me…" he mutters, staying silent for a moment. "Wait! One more question… I promise I'm done then… Why couldn't we see your wings when that other angel was trying to rip them off of you?" he asks.

Castiel lightly runs his fingers over the soft feathers of one of the angels lying next to him. "Humans can't look upon a heavenly angel's true form or it will blind them. My wings are a part of my true from, not my vessel's body," he says gently, shrugging a shoulder.

Dean slowly nods and cocks his head to the side. He reaches out lightly run his fingers over the same wing that the other man is stroking. He squirms a little and then he pipes up with another question.

"What do your wings look like?" Castiel smiles some at Dean's question, the hunter sounding like a curious child.

"Blue, mostly, and black, and white. They are very much like a blue-jay's…" he says quietly while Dean looks him over, trying to imagine the angel with his wings.

"Do you-"

"Dean if you ask one more question I will kill you," Sam says from the other side of the bed. "Now go to sleep or I will wake up all of these kids, give them candy, and then let you try to put them back to bed!"

Dean snapped his mouth shut with a click of teeth and ducked his head, deciding that maybe it was time to sleep and stop bothering Sammy. Castiel couldn't help but smile just slightly at the two.

-Mother-

A/n: Songs used as line breaks are as follows: June on the West Coast, by Bight Eyes. Welcome Home, by Rehab. Mother, by Pink Floyd.