Title: Not Quite as Planned
Prompt: Written for mangacrack on livejournal: Supernatural, Team Free Love, Gabriel ends up with a baby angel and two wee!chesters.
Dean is strangling Gabriel from behind, and someone obviously has a dirty diaper, and if he has to drop everything to go catch Castiel one more time than he's going to leave all three of them in a giant basket on Bobby Singer's doorstep.
That actually sounds like a good option. Gabriel files it away.
He hadn't signed up for this.
Save the world? Sure. Babysitting? Doesn't anyone else remember how his first three kids turned out?
This was not how his resurrection was supposed to go. God was supposed to resurrect him. Or maybe Kali. But not three guilt-ridden nutjobs with a stone tablet and a lisp in Mermish.
They're lucky that they still have two legs and don't breathe through gills.
Gabriel had only had them for four hours, and he couldn't wait until they finally passed out from exhaustion or induced sugar coma. He intended to have a couple strong drinks to take the edge off.
A couple hundred.
Six hours in and Gabriel is just relieved that his powers are intact, because the alternative of diaper changing and spit cleaning doesn't bear thinking about.
Eight hours and Castiel is the first to droop. He's sprawled across Gabriel's midsection little black wings fanned out like a feathery blanket. Gabriel would move his little brother, except he's afraid any motion will start Sammy crying again. Right now the baby is fascinated by Gabriel's nose, and the loss of dignity is a worthwhile trade for quiet. Gabriel still has hope that the ringing in his ears will fade.
Nine hours and Dean is unconscious at Gabriel's side with his face pressed into the archangel's armpit. Sammy is still going strong, and Gabriel wonders briefly if playing dead would help.
It works for possums.
Twelve hours in and Sam's long eyelashes flutter. Gabriel holds his breath. Sammy's face screws up, and Gabriel braces himself. Then Sam's expression smoothed out, his mouth drops open, and he gains a good ten pounds. Victory.
Or not.
Gabriel belatedly realizes that although all three children are asleep, now he's trapped underneath all of them. It would be irritating if it wasn't so darn cute.
Gabriel suspects that he just might end up keeping the munchkins long term.