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Chapter 2

Dean woke up early when he felt something warm pressed up against his side. When he looked down, he realized that it was Castiel, curled up like a cat with his thumb in his mouth.

Dean didn't have a clue how the angel had climbed onto his bed, but he suspected that the little black wings had something to do with it; the baby hadn't shown any signs of being able to walk the day before and was content with snuggling and being carried.

Cas truly did look adorable, but Dean wasn't sure about the whole snuggling with angels thing, so he tried to wriggle away.

However, when he did this he was met with a scowl as Castiel woke and let out an irritated chirp before blinking rapidly.

"No!"

The fledgling stretched out its whole body, arching its back and rustling his feathers until satisfied that his feathers were now all in place after his wash last night.

Cas then began carding his fingers through his feathers, awkwardly trying to bend the tiny wings around himself until eventually he let out a soft yawn. He looked up at Dean and nuzzled his chest for a cuddle, but Dean just ruffled his hair and once again tried to get up.

Castiel let out a small hitching breath and his lip wobbled so Dean immediately settled back down and watched as Cas stretched his wings to their full wingspan before cocooning them back around his tiny body once again.

However, after ten more minutes, Dean really, really had to take a leak.

Cas sniffled softly when Dean tried to get up again and balled his tiny fist in Dean's nightshirt until eventually Dean accepted that he wasn't going anywhere fast. With that in mind, he readjusted his pillows and drifted off asleep again with Cas coughing softly into his side.

When Dean next woke, Cas was sitting cross legged on Dean's chest, pulling on his ear and coughing violently into his wing.

"Cas, I need the loo, gerrof!" Dean stumbled to his feet, plopping Cas down on his pillow and running to the bathroom.

When he returned, silent tears were streaming from Cas' piercing blue eyes and he had huddled into a ball.

"Hey little guy, what's wrong?" Cas gave a small cough and whimpered, a small whining noise escaping his tiny throat.

"Ok angel, c'mere." Cas reached out his arms for Dean to scoop him up and Dean complied, rocking the angel close to his chest before turning his attention to Sam.

"Sam, oi! Sasquatch, wake up." Dean kicked his brother's hand, which was lolling off the bed.

"Mnnngh?"

"Very articulate. Look, I think Cas is getting sick, can y'look after him while I go and get some more honey and kids Tylenol."

"Is that a good idea for an angel?"

"Dunno, but he's crying and I don't know what else to do. Just don't forget to feed the little guy while I'm gone."

"I won't."

Dean passed Castiel over to his little brother and watched as Cas snuggled up to Sam's chest on instinct and let out a small sniffle.

"Hey little man, shall we get you that honey?" Sam smiled, grabbing a bottle and beginning to feed Cas. It reminded him of feeding a kitten once at a petting zoo and he smiled softly, running a finger through the angel's dark mess of bed hair. That had been one of the few good days between hunts and Sam still remembered how he and Dean had pleaded with their father to let them go. It was worth it.

"You are so cute, d'ya know that, Cas? I think you've got Dean going all soppy, two shopping trips for you in as many days, it's a record!"

Cas gurgled a little and suckled on the honey, which soothed his sore throat a little.

Then, once he was full, Cas wriggled in Sam's grip until the younger Winchester placed him down on the carpeted floor.

Soon, Cas was crawling along the floor in the oversized T-shirt and trying to stand. He kept getting to his feet and wobbling precariously, squatting on the balls of his feet in an attempt to regain balance before fully rising.

Once he had got the hang of staying upright, Cas tried to totter forward and swayed alarmingly before toppling to the ground again.

"Ooof!"

Sam sat and watched wearily, not sure whether he should help or not.

The look on Castiel's face was adorable, a picture of bewilderment at not being able to stand mixed in with determination and frustration.

He gave a small cough and sniffled, looking at Sam for reassurance. Sam offered him a warm grin in turn and nodded in encouragement.

"You're doing good little guy, keep going," Sam prompted gently.

Cas stood once again, plopping down on the ground after a few moments, but he was determined not to let walking defeat him.

Sam kept expecting an outburst of angry tears or even a full on tantrum, but it never came. Instead, Cas would just stand again until eventually he managed a couple of steps.

Castiel let out a small yawn when he fell on his third step, his tiny button nose wrinkling as his pink lips spread out as if he was trying to catch flies. Then, he began to cough violently – doubling over and wrapping his wings around his torso as Sam rubbed his back soothingly.

The little angel flapped his wings again and rustled his feathers as he stood and regained his balance again. This time, he seemed to get the hang of walking, his arms spinning in circles as managed to take five steps forward towards Sam, who had returned back to his seat.

However, on his sixth step, Cas let out an alarmed chirp and fell forwards, limbs sprawling out like Bambi on ice.

Sam tried to catch the angel, but missed by a matter on centimeters and before he could do anything, Cas had hit his head hard on Sam's chair leg.

And that was when all hell was let loose.

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!"

Castiel's facial expression went from confused, to displeased, to pain in an instant, his eyes welling up and his arms snapping up to rub at his bleeding and rapidly bruising forehead. Judging by the immediate swelling, he had hit his head really hard.

Sam fought to keep the panic out of his voice as he bent down next to the angel, "hey Cas, don't touch it, let me see…" Sam tentatively lifted away Cas' fists and brushed a finger tentatively along the now egg-sized lump although he avoided touching the actual cut.

Cas began to scream, shrieking and crying in a language that Sam did not recognize – although he guessed it was Enochian based on his research. The little angel bowed his head and shrieked without a single waver in his voice, not even stopping when Dean's bottle of whiskey and the motel mirror shattered along with the light bulb and the television screen.

Bang goes their deposit…or smash.

Sam wanted to curl up as well, to block his ears from the head-splitting noise, but he forced himself to comfort Castiel first, scooping up the angel and rocking him and rubbing his back until eventually he calmed down.

When Cas was done screaming the motel down – literally – he allowed Sam to take a look at the cut. It was pretty deep and looked very sore but Sam was loathe to stitch up the fledgling. He was just so small and vulnerable and he didn't want to hurt the little guy.

Therefore, he grabbed the medical kit and taped his head up with some steri-stirps, sticking down the last one just as Dean opened the door.

"Hey Sam, Cassie, how're you-WHAT HAPPENED!" Dean looked around completely startled at the sight of the trashed room.

"Cas fell and hit his head pretty hard. I couldn't catch him in time."

"I can see that, c'mere little guy." Dean lifted Cas into his arms and gently fed the angel a Tylenol before rocking him back and forth in an attempt to staunch the angel's hiccoughs and silent tears.

"How about some honey, hey?"

Cas gurgled feebly and opened his mouth up for the bottle that Sam carried over and handed over to his brother.

The baby angel sucked down the honey, shivering a little until Dean stood, grabbed a comforter from his bed and laid it down over himself and the angel.

"Sam, pass me a beer will you?"

"With a baby?"

"Yeah."

"Fine, but just one."

Sam passed Dean a beer and grabbed one for himself as well before sitting down next to his brother and gently began to stroke Cas' wings as the angel closed his eyes contentedly and fell asleep.

Dean lazily flipped open his Dad's journal, the television was now out of order due to the baby angel wrapped up in his arms.

All of a sudden there was there was a blinding flash of white light that caused both brothers to drop their beers with a clatter to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Dean stood, simultaneously placing Cas on the sofa out of harm's way and pulling his gun from his waistband.

"No! Hug!"

Dean ignored Cas' cry, raising his gun. However, as soon as the white light seemed to faze, he didn't shoot.

Instead, he exchanged a look with Sam who looked just as bemused as he was.

Sitting cross legged in front of them was a tiny figure with long golden hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a white robe with four feet wide wings comprising of golden and light brown feathers. Some of them were speckled and they were flapping wildly.

The child looked terrified, taking a few steps back from the brothers with his face screwed up in confusion. He couldn't be more than three years old – or at least, if he was human he would look three.

"W-who are you? W-w-where - I, what?" The little boy crossed his arms tightly around his waist in a defensive position and glared at Sam and Dean.

"Hey kid, I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. Um? We're in South Dakota. How did you get here? Who are you?"

"I-Gabriel…I don't know. Did you summon me? Send me back! Lemme alone!" The child flared his wings out to try and look intimidating, scowling angrily and snarling.

"Gabriel, we didn't summon you."

"But…" The child went back to looking confused, his wings flapping in agitation.

"I promise we didn't summon you, we're just as confused as you are. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was playing with Balthy and then I turned his feathers purple for a joke and even Michael was laughing and…" Gabriel cut himself off, going pale and seemingly realizing that he was standing in a motel room with two complete strangers. He flinched violently when Sam reached forward having noticed the fear cross his face.

"LEMME ALONE!" Gabriel turned and ran for the door, trying to open it but realizing he was too short to reach the handle. Therefore, he turned again and sprinted under Dean's outstretched arms and under Sam's lanky legs before crawling under Sam's bed, where he curled up in terror.

"Gabriel? You're ok Gabriel, c'mon out from there. Don't be afraid."

"W-wanna go home." Gabriel let out a muffled sob and curled up further under the bed.

"Hey, kid. Gabriel? Gabriel, it's ok, you're ok. Shhhh, don't cry Gabe, we'll sort you out and get you home again."

Gabriel didn't answer so Dean crouched down by the bed and reached forward for the angel.

However, he pulled back with a startled yelp when his entire hand began to burn with shooting pains. He looked at his damaged limb and saw that it was covered in angry white lumps, like stinging nettle rash.

"Son of a bitch, that hurts!"

Dean retreated, holding his hand under the faucet and cursing as Sam gently tried again.

"Gabriel, we think we already have a lead. We found a baby fledgling in an alley yesterday and maybe he was zapped from heaven like you were."

A pair of hazel eyes blinked up at him and Sam could see that he had hit the nail on the head. Gabriel was definitely interested now and he even inched out from the bed a little.

"C'mon out of there and you can meet him, ok?"

Gabriel nodded, crawling out from under the bed and following Sam over to the sofa. His eyes lit up when he saw the tiny fledgling and he immediately began to cradle Cas in his arms. Cas woke up with a small moan when he was picked up and he sneezed weakly against Gabe's robe before beginning to cough.

"Hey Cas, you ok?"

"How do you know his name?"

"M'n angel."

That didn't really answer the question, but Sam didn't dig any further and just accepted it.

"He's sick." Gabriel stated whilst glaring at Sam and Dean (who had his hand wrapped in a vinegar soaked cloth) as if it was their fault.

"It wasn't our fault, when we found him he was soaked through." Dean snapped, increasingly irritated by the angel's bratty behavior.

Gabriel wasn't fazed and continued to glower for a moment before pressing two fingers to Cas' forehead. Another flash of white light shone around the angels and suddenly Cas' coughing fit stopped.

"Whoa, what did you do?"

"My grace." Gabriel stated this as if it was obvious before snapping his fingers. A small golden bottle appeared in his hands and he pressed the nipple of it to Cas' lips. The fledgling cooed in excitement and flapped happily, drinking from the bottle and purring deeply.

"Uh, thanks. He was getting pretty miserable."

Gabriel smiled gently and snapped his fingers again, producing a lollipop and popping it in his mouth with a smug grin.

"Well, um, I guess we should find a way to send you back."

The angel nodded and shuffled slightly, biting his lollipop off its stick and zapping some wine gums into existence instead.

"I'd appreciate it if you healed my hand before I go and help though." Dean muttered, holding out his damaged limb and flinching when Gabriel grabbed it with more force than strictly necessary.

However, the angel did zap away the stings, so Dean couldn't complain too much. Once he had done this he turned his attention back to Cas, cuddling him and beginning to hum softly. It didn't sound like a human humming, the sound was beautiful and seemed to warm up Sam and Dean's entire bodies, sending shivers down their spines and causing their hair to stand on end.

Castiel smiled happily, reaching out for Gabriel and playing with his hair.

"Wuv you, Gabeyel!"

"I love you too little guy. Sleep now." Cas nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he fell into a restful sleep.

…SN…SN…SN…SN…SN…

Half an hour later Castiel had woken up again and was whining, squirming his hips and whimpering as he fisted Gabriel's robe and began to cry.

Dean looked up at the angels to see what was going on and was met with a pair of worried golden eyes.

"Wee!" Cas sobbed, banging a pudgy fist on Gabe's chest.

"He needs toilet."

Diapers.

Dean hadn't bought any diapers.

Shit.

Literally…

"Right, let's put him in the tub for now and then I'll go shopping."

Gabriel nodded, carrying Cas to the bathroom and settling him in the tub before turning and frowning at Dean.

"G'way."

"What?"

"Don't look at his vessel. I don't trust you."

Dean backed away with his hands raised placatingly, gingerly closing the door and trying to block out the sounds of Cas huffing with effort as he did his business, or to the sound of tinkling 'water' going down the drain.

When the angels reappeared, Cas looked exhausted and Gabriel was humming to him again.

"Right, you two are coming shopping with me so Sam can do some research in peace. I need you to put this on Gabe, and I'll wrap Cas up in a blanket so nobody sees his wings or realizes he isn't wearing anything."

Gabriel scowled but accepted the proffered AC/DC shirt, pulling it awkwardly over his wings – he wasn't old enough to be able to fully retract them yet.

However, he refused to pass Castiel over and insisted upon wrapping his brother up on his own.

Once they were done, he followed close behind Dean, walking warily on bare feet and trying to keep his distance.

It took a bit of coaxing to persuade Gabriel to settle in the back seat, but he did so and remained silent as Dean started up his beloved Impala and pulled out of the motel car park.

However, half way there Gabriel mumbled something.

"What?"

"Don't feel good."

"What do you mean, you don't feel good?"

"Tummy."

Before Gabriel got any further he leant forwards and was sick in the footwell of the Impala, causing Dean to groan loudly.

His Impala! His poor, poor baby!

But he immediately felt bad for being selfish when he saw tears streaming down Gabriel's face and he hiccoughed and threw up again.

"Ok kid, out you get."

Dean scooped up the struggling angel, rubbing his back on the sidewalk as the child heaved once, twice, three more times before falling forward completely boneless.

"Do you think it's stopped now?"

Gabriel nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks as Dean picked him up and rocked him.

"I guess you get carsick, huh?" The only response he got was the angel shuddering violently, but luckily the little guy's feisty nature had been overpowered by exhaustion. It looked like Gabriel no longer had the energy to fight.

"Ok, I'm just gonna clean the Impala up a bit, then we'll got to Walmart and get some travel sickness meds, clothes and diapers. Ok?"

Gabriel nodded, picking Cas up from the car and cradling his sleeping brother with a few pain-filled tears spilling down his cheeks.

He'd never been sick before, and he never wanted to again.

"Right, all done. C'mon little guy."

"M'not little. M'an angel."

"Sure you are, tough guy." Dean smirked, but he didn't say anything else when he saw Gabriel's hurt and sullen expression.

…SN…SN…SN…SN…SN…

Gabriel trailed a few feet behind Dean as he picked the necessary items up from different shelves.

He had already found Cas some diapers and Gabriel had changed him in the bathroom whilst Dean had stood facing the other direction. Then, he had picked out a load of onesies, tiny jeans, tops and socks for Cas, as well as a dinky little teddy bear hat with ears.

Then, he had shoved a shit-load of honey into his trolley and led Gabriel to the kids section where the little boy grabbed the first few tops and jeans that he saw – all in shades of dark green that complimented his golden hair and feathers.

"Right then, I just need to get a couple of car seats and I think we're good to go, ok?"

Gabe nodded, flagging even further behind than before.

"Are you tired buddy, I can carry you if you like." Gabriel shook his head, but once he had tripped over his feet twice and almost dropped Castiel, he handed over his baby brother and watched as Dean placed him in the kid compartment of the trolley with his pudgy legs hanging down.

However, he still refused to be carried himself.

Well, he did until his vision suddenly went blurry and he found himself plummeting to the floor. This had resulted in some nasty bruising on his knees and Gabriel was mortified when tears welled up in his eyes.

"Right, that's it, no more being stubborn. C'mere."

Dean bent down and scooped Gabriel up; resting his bottom on his hip and making sure that the angels wings weren't visible beneath his tee.

After a moment's hesitation Gabriel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and clung on.

In a matter of minutes Gabriel fell asleep in Dean's arms and the hunter couldn't help but smile. The little angel reminded Dean of himself, stubborn and incredibly protective of his family.

He picked up the car seats, tiny shoes and some children's tooth brushes, diapers, shampoo, conditioner and bubbles before deciding on two ducks, one golden and one blue. Then he headed over to the toy section, nudging Gabriel awake and settling him down on the ground.

"Why don't you pick out some toys?" The angel nodded determinedly, selecting a rattle, a children's picture book with cool textures, a teething ring, a fluffy kitten toy, a hanging mobile, a baby play mat and a fist-sized elephant. He placed these next to Cas, who was still sleeping before tugging on Dean's leg.

"We go? M'tired."

"Sure, but don't you want anything for yourself?"

"For me?"

"Yeah, anything you like within reason."

Gabriel's eyes seemed to light up, all traces of tiredness eradicated to be returned with excitement.

Dean was worried that he would end up spending a fortune, judging by that look, but the angel simply picked up the cheapest miniature car and a toffee brown teddy.

"Is that all you want?" Gabriel nodded, yawning softly and holding his arms out to be carried again.

It looked like Dean had somehow won him over.

"Ok then, up you come." Dean picked up Gabriel so the angel was straddling his chest with his head buried in Dean's neck before setting off to the cashier, who smiled at the adorable sight of the sleeping children.

"Well aren't they just precious little angels, you are a very lucky man, sir."

"Yeah, aren't they just!?" Dean smiled, handing over a fake credit card and making a mental note that they would have to move on to avoid suspicion – this was an expensive haul and he didn't want the cops on their trail.

Once he had paid up, Dean spend a few minutes setting up the car seats before settling both of the sleeping angels into them respectively, strapping them in with the seatbelts and driving back to the motel.

At least when he was asleep, Gabriel wasn't going to puke in Baby.