Hi!

Just a shortish one here, and going slightly back in time...Cas is 6 whilst Gabriel is 10 : ) Maybe more actual baby-ness later :D

Oh, and thanks a lot for reading so far and reviewing, again, it means an awful lot to me!

Requests are still taken : )

Enjoy!

Onwards...

Six year old Castiel sat on the sofa, arms and legs both crossed and a frown on his face. It was half past nine in the morning and he was bored. Gabriel was sat on the floor eating chocolate before his breakfast watching cartoons.

He had no interest in eating chocolate before his breakfast and he certainly didn't want to watch any bad cartoons. Sam had gone out earlier after a call from Uncle Bobby and Dean was just sitting around, moping. Cas guessed he was going through some sort of withdrawal but he didn't really know what that meant.

'Gabe...' he whined, sticking out his foot and kicking his brother lightly in the back.

'Huh?' Gabriel turned his head, so now he resembled an overstuffed owl. Castiel chuckled; Gabriel had a thick rim of chocolate around his mouth and he could tell where his brother had tucked his hair around his ears; big chocolate smudges were criss-crossed around his face.

'Lets do something?'

'I'm watching this!' Gabriel moaned, turning back.

Castiel pouted and kicked him again. 'Please?' he tried the polite approach this time.

'No..go find Dean or something'

'Jeez' Sighed Cas, the foreign word not quite sitting right on his tongue. He draped his legs over the side of the sofa and clambered off, landing lightly on the floor. He blinked his bright blue eyes a couple of times, thinking of where Dean could've got to. Picking a route, he softly walked towards Dean's bedroom, looking back at his brother, who hadn't moved a muscle.

He made his way to the big stained-red-coloured door and paused. He stood there for a few moments, just thinking of what to do next. What if Dean was busy? What if Dean didn't want to play with him? An unsettling feeling started to grow in his tummy. If Gabriel didn't want to play with him, why would Dean?

Blinking back tears he bravely raised his hand and knocked on the door, swallowing hard. He only had to wait a few seconds before Dean answered.

'Hey, buddy' Dean frowned down at Castiel, who shrunk back. Dean didn't want to play with him.

'Whatcha' knocking for, Cas? You know you don't have to knock.' The hunter bent down in front of the angel.

'Gabe doesn't want to play with me.' Cas told him, fingering Dean' collar, stretching the taunt fabric.

'Huh?' Dean pulled his little angel into a hug, Cas melting into it. 'That's cos Gabriel's a meanie'

Castiel giggled.

'I heard that!' yelled the ten year old from the other room.

'How about we play after breakfast?' Dean offered holding out his hand. Cas nodded and clasped his hunters' hand, smiling up at him.

When they reached the small kitchenette Dean sat Castiel on the countertop and looked around.

'What should we have, Cas?' He asked, checking in the fridge. The angel shrugged. He was sat on a brown granite table top which didn't match with the baby-blue cupboards and the off-white fridge.

'Well, we've got eggs, bacon, cheese and bread...' Dean mused, looking through the fridge and cupboard.

Cas sighed, kicking his legs. 'Sammy taught me a song yesterday' he told Dean, who hummed in the response. 'It was the head-shoulders-knees and toes song!'

'Wow, that sounds good. We used to sing that one all the time.' Dean smiled, remembering a rare fond memory of his childhood.

'Hey...' Suddenly, a thought came to the hunter, inspired.

'I got a new song for ya...a song about breakfast!'

'Breakfast?' Castiel frowned in confusion. 'A breakfast song?'

'Uhhuh.' Dean hummed the tune again and looked around the kitchen. 'How about...about...um.' He looked around again before opening the fridge again. 'Egg...bacon...cheese and.' He thought for a moment. 'Toast?'

Castiel sang. 'Eggs, bacon, cheese and toast, cheese and toast...eggs, bacon, cheese and toast, cheese and toast and...'

Dean hummed the next bit. 'Ummm... onions and...'

Castiel giggled, closing his mouth and snorting and Dean threw him a look of concentration. 'Onions and...radishes!' Dean cried, remembering the evil little red-stainy things from the shops.

Cas sang the next bit. 'Onions and radishes and...'

Dean looked in the tin cupboards this time. 'Onions and radishes and... peas and corns?' he tried it out in his head.

'Yeah yeah!' screamed Castiel practically jumping up and down on the table-top. 'Onions and radishes and peas and corn! Eggs, bacon, cheese and toast, cheese and toast!'

Dean laughed, right from the belly, making tears form in his eyes. Seeing Castiel so happy was great.

'See? We'll be writing best-selling songs by the end of the week' he told the angel, who grinned toothily at him.

'What are you two doing? Is it breakfast time?'

Dean and Castiel turned to see Gabriel flounce through the door, face now wiped clean of chocolate.

'Gabriel, Gabriel! We made a new song!' Cas ran forwards and grabbed his brothers hand. 'You know the head, shoulders, knees and toes song?'

'The one Sam taught us?'

'Yep! Well, Dean's made a better one!'

'Right...'

'Listen!' Castiel cleared his throat and grinned at Dean. 'Eggs, bacon, cheese and toast, cheese and toast! Eggs, bacon, cheese and toast, cheese and toast and onions and radishes and peas and corn! Eggs, bacon, cheese and toast, cheese and toast!' he finished, out of breath.

Gabriel giggled. 'I like that one!' he cried, grinning up at Dean, who smiled at him. Gabriel turned to the hunter.

'Did you do that one?'

'Cas helped.' Dean told him. Gabriel looked at his brother.

'That was amazing, Cassie!'

Castiel blushed and smiled at his brother, who grabbed his hand.

'Lets go play!'

Castiel laughed as Gabriel pulled him out the room towards the living room.

Dean, bemused, watched them go.

'What about breakfast?'

Aw, poor Dean!

So, I made up that song, I work with children at a pre-school/nursery, and made up a couple of songs :D Hope it made you laugh!

Thanks for reading!

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