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This is the last chapter, just an epilogue to go now! This is a bit short, I planned to have the epilogue as part of this but it got too long, so I split this into two chapters.

Enjoy…

Chapter 7

Three weeks later the hunters and the angels had just spent the day at the park. All five of them had eaten huge cones of ice-cream and were all perfectly content - Bobby had stayed at home grumbling something about not being a day-care service and that he had research to do, but they had fun anyway.

Gabe had been playing on the climbing frame, Cas was being guided down the curly slide by Dean and Balthazar was practically flying on the swings barking out orders for Sam to push him higher.

This had ended in a pileup with Balthazar crashing down on Sam and then Gabe joining in without a moment's hesitation. Luckily nobody was hurt and they were all laughing their heads off by the time their trip was over.

That night everyone settled into the new nest that Bobby had set up for 'all of his boys.' It comprised of two double beds pressed against each other and piled up with items of everyone's clothes and multiple quilts and blankets. The eldest hunter had set it up for the Winchester and angel crew while they had been playing in the park.

Partly he did this out of boredom - the sending angels back to heaven thing was still a dead end and he was bored of fruitless searching, and part of it was because he wanted the boys to all stay and feel at home. Bobby hated to admit it but he had grown attached to the feathery rascals and their antics. Not to mention the fact that it was nice having Sam and Dean around again. They were the children that he had never had, physically at least, and they were like sons to him. He would be devastated to see them leave again. Of course he knew that he was living in cloud cuckoo land. At some point a way to send the angels back would pop up and the Winchesters would go straight back on the road again, but for now he was happy living in denial and nesting. Shit! He was nesting! What the hell?!

Even though he wasn't sleeping with the boys his clothes were part of the nest, which officially made him family in angel terms. And dammit, if anyone asked his eyes were bloody well not welling up at that thought.

...Sn...Sn...Sn...Sn...Sn...

The next morning Dean carefully unwrapped Balthazar and Cas' limbs from around him and climbed out of the nest. And then he promptly banged his bead against the wall in frustration before nudging Sam awake.

"Deee- m'sleepin."

"We have a problem."

"Wha-?"

Dean didn't verbally respond, instead nodding towards the foot of the nest. When Sam sat up and looked down he saw exactly what Dean meant. There were two piles of fabric down the end of their bed...and they weren't towels or parts of the nest. They were moving. Not to mention the fact that one pile had a tuft of blond hair and the other jet black which stood out against the white silk it was wearing.

Damn.

"When the hell did they get there?"

"I don't know." Dean sighed deeply. "I need coffee before I deal with this."

"Same here...it looks like we've unintentionally added two more to our pack." Sam sounded half irritated and half defeated. It was not a good combination.

"Five. Five angels. I am never going to complain about a hunt again! Anything is easier than childcare. How do nannies and daycare workers do it? I'd rather drink a gallon of Gabriel's glitter glue than do this for a living!" Sam chuffed a little at Dean's rant before heading to the door.

"I'll get the coffee, you wake up those two and find out who they are."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"Your the oldest."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean huffed as Sam left the room and gave an exaggerated eye roll. Just his luck. Sam was so on bath duty tonight!

"Hello? Wake up, c'mon..." Dean gently nudged the closest angel, the one with blond hair in black robes, and waited for him to wake up. Which the kid did...with a jerk and gasp of fear. His eyes were wide as he looked up at Dean and his face turned into a pinched frown at the sight of a human. He looked around six years old but had a death glare that even Bobby would be proud of.

"Who are you? Stop touching me!" The little boy bit Dean with razor sharp teeth when the hunter reached out to comfort him and then he hissed and spat like a cat when Dean raised his hands in surrender. This in turn woke up the angel's sibling, who yawned and gazed around the room in confusion.

"Luci, where are we?" The dark-haired angel sounded petrified and he wrapped his wings around himself defensively.

"I dunno, Michael."

"You are on Earth."

"What?"

"Earth. We don't know why but angels keep falling and landing with us. Look, I'm Dean and the moose of a man downstairs is my brother, Sam. We aren't going to hurt you. Make yourself at home with the other angels and I will make us all some breakfast.

Michael nodded obediently and went to wake Cas, Gabe and Balthazar but Luci stayed still and continued to glare at Dean. His eyes were slitted and he was scowling petulantly.

"I still don't trust you."

"That's fine by me. Just play nice with the others."

Luci nodded grimly and slumped down on the bed waiting for food. For some reason he was incredibly hungry. Earth sucked!

...Sn... Sn...Sn...Sn...Sn...

Sam had only left the angels alone for five minutes, but judging by the state of the lounge it could have been five years.

The coffee table had been completely knocked over and there were shattered remnants of ceramic mugs all over the wooden floor. The sofa had been tipped on its side and all of Bobby's vases and photo frames had shattered. There were coffee stains on the wooden floor and newspapers were scattered everywhere.

In the centre of all the mess was Michael and Luci, alongside a broken Lego model.

"I hate you, Michael! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE you!"

"I hate you more, Lucifer!"

"I'll kill you! You broke my dragon!"

"It sucked anyway!"

"Did not!"

"Please stop it! Your scaring Cassie." Gabriel's voice was shrill and it was clear that the little angel was fighting back tears. He looked terrified and his golden wings were flapping in agitation. Balthazar looked up from Cas, who was sobbing into his collar bone. Everyone in the garrison knew that Luci had a temper and he waited with baited breath for all hell to break loose.

It did.

"SHUT UP GABE!" Both Michael and Lucifer yelled at Gabriel and before Sam could do anything to stop it Lucifer had hit Gabe square in the jaw. The tiny angel went flying, all of his limbs flapping wildly for balance before he fell to the floor with a sickening thud. His head cracked down on the overturned coffee table and he landed on the pile of broken mugs.

In an instant everything went silent. Michael and Lucifer stopped fighting, Cas stopped crying and Balthazar stopped trying to comfort his baby brother. Even Sam was silent for a moment as he tried to wrap his head around what had just happened.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Gabriel screamed at the top of his lungs as soon as the initial shock of falling had faded. Tears had begun streaming down his face and he looked down at his bloody hands in horror. There were shards of ceramic ingrained into them and the area was already red and puffy.

"YOU TWO, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW BEFORE I DO SOMETHING WE ALL REGRET!" Sam bellowed at the top of his voice. The two new angels scurried off with ashen faces and broke into a run when Dean appeared to find out what the hell was going on.

Ten minutes later Dean was finally plucking out the last of the mug from Gabriel's skin and in no time at all he had bandages the wounds up.

Gabriel was still sniffling quietly and Cas was openly sobbing on his lap. Even Balthazar was pale, but he was putting on a brave face and rocking Gabe gently whilst straightening his sibling's feathers.

After yet more mugs of hot chocolate with stirred in maple syrup everyone had finally calmed down and Michael and Lucifer had been dealt with. Both of them were banned from the nest that night...they would take the couch, they weren't allowed honey or maple syrup and they had to do the washing and drying up for the rest of the week. If they were still there by the end of the week.

Just an epilogue to go now, and of course a conflict resolution! Who ever said I didn't listen in English Lit ;) It will be up tomorrow to make up for the shortness of this chapter. Please review!