Hi all!

Sorry this is late, in the last two weeks I turned 18 and went on holiday, so I've been a bit busy! : )

Hope you enjoy this, it was requested by PlatinumRoseLady, so I hope she (and you all) enjoy this chapter!

I just want to say thank you to my anonymous reviewer 'Michelle' who had reviewed every chapter so far...your words mean a lot to me, thanks so much! : )

The next chapter is going to be a humorous one, let me tell you...I can't wait to write it! :D

Thanks for reading so far, please leave a review and tell me what you think!

Enjoy!

Onwards...

Sam looked over at his brother from his spot on the surprisingly comfy wooden chair in the corner of the room of the motel. The youngest Winchester smiled as Dean shuffled slightly in his sleep.

The eldest Winchester was sat sprawled out on the sofa, Cas under one arm, Gabriel under the other, all three fast asleep. Dean had his chin pressed on his chest, eyebrows furrowed, arms curled protectively around the bodies of the angels laying either side of him.

Castiel was lying on his side, one small hand clutching Dean's much larger the one, the other one inches away from his face where he was sucking his thumb. His black hair stood up on all angles, his pale face standing out against the green of Dean's shirt. His legs were tucked up to his stomach, his feet clad in bright red slippers that he refused to take off, even to go outside in.

Gabriel, however was completely out of it, his mouth wide open, catching flies, his nose scrunched up, loud guttural noises coming deep within his throat, his version of 'snoring', although personally, Sam thought they should take him to a doctor about it. One of the angel's hands clasped Dean's shirt through his fingers, the other one trapped under his body. His legs, too long to tuck up, were parallel to Dean's legs, his mismatched blue and yellow socks almost falling off the end of his toes. His own brown hair was flattened to his head, his brown eyes closed and peaceful.

Sam smiled, standing up and stretching; for once, he had lost Rock, Paper, Scissors and had been relegated to the wooden chair, although seeing the peaceful angels now, he didn't mind much. Even if Dean took up most of the sofa.

He walked slowly over to the slumbering trio and gently shook Gabriel's shoulder, rousing him from his sleep. Brown eyes blinked blearily open in front of him, a yawn erupting through Gabriel's features as he woke up properly.

'Sam?' he moaned, blinking rapidly. 'Whah...?'

'Bed time, little man'

Sam held out his open arms and Gabriel gladly leaned forwards, Sam catching him under the arms and hoisting him up. Gabriel's legs wrapped themselves around his body and Sam swayed slightly, before shuffling towards the bedroom, which housed the two single beds the angels slept in. The angel in his arms put his head down on his shoulder and from the contented sighs now ringing in his ears, Sam supposed he had gone back to sleep. Sam gently put him in the bed, before slowly walking out the room to get Castiel.

Gabriel, however had woken up as soon as his head had hit the pillow, brown eyes blinking in the darkness. He had a cheeky grin on his face, no traces of sleepiness left in him at all.

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Sam looked down at Cas, who he held across his arms because he was small for a three year old, thumb still firmly in place between his teeth. Sam grinned as Cas sniffled, his eyes furrowing, hand clutching at his shirt as loss of contact with Dean. He gently carried him into the bedroom and tenderly placed him in his own bed, Cas curling in on himself. Sam reached down and pulled down his pyjama shirt, which had ridden up to the top of his arms. He covered the angel in his blue blanket, before giving him in cuddly toy, which Cas never slept without.

Smiling, Sam turned around. And stopped dead.

Gabriel was sat in the middle of his bed, crossed legged and with a feral grin on his face.

'I'm no sleepy no more!' he announced happily, brown eyes wide and supposedly innocent. Sam put his hands on his hips, looking hard at the angel.

'Gabe, it's time for bed now...Cas is going to sleep, look'

Gabriel pouted. 'That's cos Cassie is a baby'

'No, it's because he's a good boy who'll get sweeties tomorrow cos he went to sleep.' Sam, by now, knew most of the tricks of the trade of parenting.

'But I want sweeties!'

'Then go to sleep'

'No!'

'Yes'

'No!'

Ye- oof!'

Sam reeled backwards, more out of surprise than pain as a pillow was flung rather hard in his direction, hitting his chest with some force. He picked it up and then turned to look at Gabriel, who was sat on his bed, eyes wide.

'Wasn't me' Gabriel pouted.

'Right...'

Sam grinned, Gabriel faltering as Sam slowly crept close to the bed. The angel giggled nervously as Sam dropped the pillow beside him, still advancing slowly.

'Sammy...'

'Yes?'

'What are you...ahhh!'

Gabriel reeled backwards, clamping his arms to his sides, curling in one himself, mouth wide open and loud, high pitched shrieks of giggle erupted from his mouth.

Sam quickly moved onto tickling his neck, making the angel squirm, laughing wildly.

'Sam! Stop, ahahaha!' Brown eyes shone in the darkness as Sam continued tickling him, now moving on to his feet.

The angel, however had figured out a strategy, now using his own small fingers to his advantage. He tickled the youngest Winchester under the arms and along his sides, Sam letting out a bark of a laugh, more to please Gabriel rather than through tickley-ness.

'Gabe, stop!'

Both now laughing hard, they continued on for a few minutes before Sam felt the angel's antics lesson and very slowly Sam felt Gabriel fall asleep against him, head's almost colliding as the angel's sunk onto his shoulder. Sam tenderly took the angel again under the arms, putting him down on his back in his bed, covering him up, a grin still on his face.

It had been a long time since he had laughed like that.

Standing up, he turned to see, to his surprise, Castiel still fast asleep, not even bother about the noise of their tickle fight across the room. Grinning, Sam cast one last look at the sleeping brothers before going back into the living room.

He couldn't see Dean's face because he was turned away from him, and he sunk back into his wooden chair, flicking through the TV.

'You're a big kid, you know that?'

Sam jumped when his brother spoke and he looked over. Dean still hadn't moved, but from his side view of his face, Sam could tell his was smiling.

Smiling himself now, Sam went back to the TV.

I hope you all enjoyed that, I did writing it!

Thanks for reading, back soon!

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