There were three scared little beings writhing on the bed as Sam and Dean bumbled around like clowns in the tent fire. Lola groaned loudly, "Sam help me I think I'm exploding."

Sam spread his legs wide and shoved a pillow under his head, he went to check on the other two and it seemed they were all dilated but it was so hard to tell because of their size and unique anatomy.

Dean was wiping the sweat from their faces and trying to reassure them everything would be ok but inside he was panicking. He looked at the wetness spreading on the blankets and realized he had to keep an eye on all three openings to see who was going to deliver first.

Sam and Dean went on what they taught themselves, coaching like pros from all the practices. Rahmi grabbed Dean by the shirt and screamed, "No more passions!"

For a moment Dean felt ashamed when he hoped Rahmi was just saying it out of pain and at some point Dean could hit that once again. Lola grunted and began to push, "Sam, get it out, oooh it hurts!"

Sam rubbed his thighs trying to soothe the angel, "Breathe like I taught you, look into my eyes and focus."

The angels big green eyes locked onto Sam's now filled with tears, he thought Lola looked like a scared, cornered animal but Sam didn't have time for emotions until everyone was safely through this process.

Dean was dividing his time between the other two, Mini tried his best to control himself trying to be the strong one but it was a losing battle. Mini reached down feeling between his legs, "Dean where is it?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart hang on I got Rahmi about to pop."

Sam was breathing with Lola, the nineteen year old watched as the opening seemed to stretch to impossible proportions, "Dean its coming…I see it." Lola was sobbing now clutching at Sam desperately begging for it to be over.

He sat him up, "Push…push you can do this … come on Lola."

Dean scrambled to grab Rahmi as he rolled off the bed, he slapped Deans hand away and squatted bearing down, he growled like an angry cat, "My pussy willow is breaking."

Dean glanced at Mini who was still behind the others so he went to assist Rahmi. He held a beach towel under him just as the tiny infant dropped into the terry fabric; Rahmi fell back on the floor panting as Dean worked quickly.

He placed the baby on Rahmi's chest then wiped down the nostrils and covered the infant. Dean rubbed its back with two fingers, "Cry…come on cry for me." The boy screwed up his face and burst out crying in a high pitched mewling sound.

Dean was shaking from the rush of happiness and amazement, he had never seen anything that tiny and perfect in his life, "Oh yeah that's my boy!"

He stuck a pillow under Rahmi's head and kissed him, "I'm so proud of you."

Dean was surprised when Rahmi remembered to get the baby to feed, instinctively bringing him to a nipple.

Dean cut and secured the umbilical cord then left to tend to Mini.

Sam glanced over at Rahmi and their first child, "Rahmi are you and the baby ok?"

He nodded, big amber eyes now half closed and glassy. He looked down at the infant as it suckled, "He is sooo tiny Sam…" his voice drifted and soon the angel fell asleep as the infant clung to him tightly.

Sam tended to Lola, he watched as the head came out, the shoulders seemed caught then somehow worked their way out and soon there was a tiny infant girl Sam guessed to be two pounds, almost the same size as the other baby.

The young hunter wiped her down gently; she was so fragile looking he worried he would break a delicate bone. Sam wrapped her in a hand towel and put her on Lola's chest then did what he could to encourage her to make noise.

She cried almost silently at first, the mouth making the motions with nothing coming out, then a puff of air and a squeak Sam assumed was her cry. He almost started bawling, relived the girl was alright.

Sam lifted Rahmi and baby onto the bed, both of them sound asleep.

….

Dean rubbed Mini's legs and spoke as softly as he knew how in such a case, "Sweetie you are doing great…come on make me a daddy." Sam took over as Dean rested Mini's head on his lap, the blue eyes were bloodshot from crying and pushing so much.

Mini's little hands grabbed Deans and squeezed surprisingly hard as the angel bore down, He looked up at Dean and moaned, "Rahmi was right...not more passionate dealings."

Dean hoped once again that was the pain talking because he still very much wanted to have passionate dealings with Mini.

"Dean I see it coming…the head…here he is!" He went through the rehearsed motions again for Mini and soon the miniature infant was letting out little cries that sounded like their kitten crying.

Dean took his pinky and traced the tiny pointed ear, "Sammy his ears are the size of my thumb nail."

Sam and Dean hugged each other tightly, Sam whispered in his brother's ear, "Dean we have to be so careful with them."

"I know Sam, we have to protect them from the world."

…

Sam did a check list, "Placentas are all out…babies are nursing…everyone is alive." He flopped in a chair and rubbed his eyes, "We all did it."

The new mothers were all resting on towels and the babies on their chests, the mattresses were ruined by fluids but none of that mattered. The angels were tired, sore and confused over the whole thing.

They spoke in hushed tones in a language Sam and Dean didn't understand. It was the only way for them to have privacy with each other as they tried to work out their new roles as parents.

…

Dean weighed the babies on a nursery scale; they were all around two pounds. Tiny enough that Sam could hold all three in two hands with outstretched fingers, a total of six pounds to love give or take an ounce.

By morning the vaginas had almost vanished, only a thin, pink scar was left on each of them. It was a relief not to worry about permanent damage or infections.

Rahmi had the wild card and neither Dean nor Sam could say whose it was so they shared the boy they named Forest, he had dark hair like fluffy bits of chick feathers and hazel eyes like Sam that seemed change color.

Sam and Lola's girl had wispy curls in auburn and green eyes like her mother plus Sam's button nose. Lola named her "Bluebell" after the flowers that surrounded the cabin.

Dean and Mini's boy had blue eyes and fine blonde hair, Mini wanted to call him him "Adoni" and Dean agreed. Whatever Mini wanted, he got.

Sam and Dean doted in the tiny hybrid infants, amazed at their size and delicate pointed ears like their mothers.

It would be difficult to pass the infants off as human but yet the dash of Sam and Dean was noticeable, the eyes were proportionate to their faces unlike their mothers who had slightly oversized eyes.

Adoni had Deans smattering of pale freckles and his smile no matter how tiny or toothless. He was happy right from the start and when he did cry it was hard to tell the sound if his gentle cries from Al the kitten.

Forest had a set of lungs, he was bright eyed and alert, an infant that seemed very wise Sam said. The hunter would rock him with one hand, the bundle fitting perfectly in his palm with his long fingers supporting Forest's fragile head.

Bluebell was so sweet Sam couldn't get enough of his daughter; she watched Sam as much as she was able following his movements and reaching for him with a hand the size of Sam's thumb.

Sam and Dean were in love, first with each other, the angels and now their offspring. The hunters spent hours cutting miniature flannel diapers and sewing hook and loop closures on them for the babies.

Regular cloth diapers were too thick and uncomfortable for their bodies and pins were much too dangerous to use. Disposable diapers were unalterable so they skipped them all together.

Dean had the bright idea of buying ultra thin panty liners, cutting them down and sticking them inside the miniature flannel diapers to absorb everything front to back.

He tested one out on Adoni, he held up the diaper with two fingers, "Sammy look he peed like a teaspoon the pad kept him dry…oh he also did something else, your turn Sammy."

Sam ripped the corner off a baby wipe and placed it on the end of his pinky, "We really have to get the moms to do this they have small hands."

He gagged and dropped the soiled piece of baby wipe on his new flannel shirt, "Gross! Dean get it off me…oh god I'm going puke!" He ran through the cabin ripping off the shirt then waved it around.

Mini watched the tiny scrap of soiled baby wipe flutter down and caught it in his hand, he walked over to Dean and put it in the garbage, "Does Sam truly kill monsters?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, he gets weird sometimes. Sam can gank a werewolf but he can't change a diaper…who knew?!"

Dean chuckled as he finished the job then lifted Adoni up carefully, "Daddy Sammy is a real weirdo isn't he…yes he is…who's a weirdo…Daddy Sammy!"

Adoni pursed his lips and then smiled.

Sam was outside hosing off his shirt.

…..

Sam and Dean improvised on clothing, luckily the weather was warm so they bought cotton and silk handkerchiefs and sewed tiny nightgowns for the three babies. The effect was adorable, they looked like fairies curled up and sleeping in their crib.

Mini, Rahmi and Lola knew how to nurse and burp the babies gently. They understood how fragile they were and worked deftly changing diapers and clothing, tending to the babies personal needs for the most part leaving little of it to Sam and Dean.

The hunters did little hunting, they were official daddies and no matter how tiny the children they still needed the same amount of care as a regular sized human infant.

…..

They tossed the old mattresses and now had two new matching frames and mattresses but not pushed together. Instead there was a nightstand between them with angels on one side, Sam and Dean on the other. The crib was in the corner where they could all still see them.

That night Dean woke to find Mini sitting on top of him, "Dean, look."

He pointed to the corner, Dean turned on the light and over the crib was an arch of mixed flowers growing out of the walls of the cabin. Glimmer butters as Mini called them, flitted and landed.

"Sam, wake up."

Sam opened his eyes and spoke in a controlled, low voice, "Dean get the gun." He pointed to the rafters and there was a massive cat staring down at him. It wasn't a domestic cat but something bigger, powerfully built.

It was tufted, long haired with smoky dappled markings and a long bushy tail, any other details were lost to the darkness.

Dean handed Sam a gun and went to guard the infants, the cat was so huge it could have easily eaten one in two bites.

Sam took aim as the cat let out a guttural growl feeling the threat.

The three angels began screaming, "No Sam stop!"

TBC