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“You worthless piece of shit!” Dean growled at the Witch in front of him. He had his knife at the ready and was hopefully a good distraction for the two angels behind her. Gabriel and Cas were slowly creeping up behind her.
The Witch laughed and glared straight at the hunter. “ Ego sum vir bellator et angeli sint inutilia ,” she hissed. (“I’m a warrior and the angels are useless.”)
Dean rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I don’t speak Latin. That would be my brother Sam.”
The Witch rolled her eyes in a mocking fashion. “ Ego tibi hic sellas ostendam .” (“I’ll show you.”)
Dean was about to roll his eyes when the Witch spoke another incantation. He tensed and prepared for the hit, that never came. He felt a bright light and heard a scream.
“Dean!”
Dean uncovered his eyes. “Sammy!” He feared the worst when he opened his eyes. Sam was standing next to him and the Witch was nowhere to be seen.
“Dean, where’s Gabriel and Cas?” Sam asked in a worried tone.
“I don’t know. Cas!” Dean yelled his angel’s name.
A quiet noise made both men aim their guns at the farthest door. The hunters walked towards the door.
“Cas?”
“Gabriel?”
“Daddy?”
Another quiet noise caused the men to freeze. ‘There hadn’t been kids in the building when they had found the Witch.’
“Daddy?”
Sam and Dean froze as a small boy rounded the corner of a hallway.
The small boy in question was maybe about 4 years old and had light blond hair and brown eyes. And naked.
“Daddy I’m cold?” The small boy whimpered and walked towards the men, looking at Sam.
Sam wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew how to handle kids. He figured the boy was just in shock. He gave Dean a quick glance before putting his gun in the back of his jeans.
He spoke gently, “Hey sweetie, it’s ok. Come here buddy.” He got down on one knee and held out a hand to the boy. He had intended for the boy to take his hand, not so the boy could walk straight passed his hand and cuddled into his chest. “Umm...ok. Hey buddy take this,” Sam took off his brown jacket and wrapped around the boy before picking him up. He nodded at Dean as a sign to continue as they started down the hallway.
Once about a noise made the men freeze. Excerpt this one wasn’t quiet. It was loud sobs. It sounded like a baby to Dean. He looked at Sam, who had another worried look on his face. ‘Two kids, this wasn’t a good thing. Where were their parents? If they were even still around.’
Dean nodded towards the door. “Go to the car. I’ll grab the kid and the angels.” Sam nodded and left with the small boy in his arms.
Dean headed towards the cries with his gun drawn. He whipped around the corner and pointed his gun....at a baby.
I mean duh...cries equal a baby, Dean knew that. But this baby was naked aside from swimming in a large beige trench coat.
“Cas?”
“Papa,” the boy cried and reached his hands up to Dean.
Dean shook his head in confusion and wrapped the crying boy in the trench coat before picking him up. “Shhh shhh. It’s ok...buddy,” he shushed the baby. He had absolutely no idea what was going on but he had to get the kids out of here. He didn’t know what happened to the two angels, built from the empty clothes and two naked boys who suddenly appear, Dean had an idea.
And it was an earth shattering and horrifying idea.
“So you’re telling us that those two are angels, but are under 4 feet tall,” Dean growled at Rowena.
The brothers had taken the boys back to the Men of Letters bunker and had summoned Rowena right away.
“Yup,” Rowena popped the “p”.
“Wait, are they really angels?” Sam asked. “They keep calling us Daddy and Papa as if they have the wrong memories.” Dean groaned at the last sentence.
“Oh, no,” Rowena stated as if this was news to everyone.
Dean glared at the Witch. “So they don’t know their angels. That means they can’t fix it. Can you?”
“No,” Rowena stated as if this was news to everyone.
“Rowena,” Dean growled and saw red.
“Ok, ok,” Sam said as he put his hands up, always the calming agent. “If you can fix it, who can?”
Rowena shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. The spell can only be broken by the Witch who cast it. But if you can’t find the woman, it will just fix itself in a year.”
“A year!” Both men exclaimed.
The loud voices brought Gabriel out of his nap. He got off of the couch after looking at his brother who was sleeping next to him. Cassie was sucking on his thumb. He was cute for a baby, but babies were gross. Gabriel could see and smell the wet spot on his brother’s shirt near his crotch. It actually was Daddy’s shirt because Daddy’s said that he had forgotten to wash Cassie’s clothes. Gabriel was wearing Daddy’s shirt for the same reason. Looking one more time as Cassie, he decided that he had to go potty too, but he was a big boy so he would use the actual potty. Only problem was he didn’t know where the potty was.
‘Daddy would know.’
So off the little guy went to go find his Daddy.
Dean slammed his fist on the table. After Rowena had said that the angels were stuck like this for a year, she had vanished before Dean could wring her neck. “That good for nothin’ son of--”
“Papa?”
Dean groaned mentally. The brothers had figured out that he was Papa and Sam was Daddy. The brothers had looked at each other with scared looks when the baby angels had called them that. They weren’t gay and they definitely weren’t together.
Dean looked from his computer to the small boy that was apparently Gabriel. “Wassup buddy?”
Gabriel walked up to his father and leaned on his arm. “I have to go potty and Cassie already went potty in his sleep.”
“Great,” muttered Dean. “Sam get your ass in here!”
Sam came jogging in. “What’s up?”
“Your son needs to go potty and your other son already did on the couch,” Dean deadpanned. He never thought he would say the words potty ever again. The last time he had said it was when Sammy was 5.
“Ok.” Sam held out his hand for Gabriel to take and held him to the nearest bathroom. Once the boy had told him that he was a big boy and didn’t need his help, Sam leaned against the wall and took a moment to think.
Gabriel was an adorable 4 year old with light blond hair and brown eyes. Because of the shock of everything the boy had kept quiet, but Sam could tell that Gabriel had some mischievous in him. Sam kind of wanted to see the happy side of the boy.
Sam smiled when he thought of the other little boy. Castiel.
Cas was probably close to 2, maybe 18 months if Sam had to guess. Sam wasn’t good with babies. Dean was a whole lot better even though he wouldn’t admit it. Cas had dark black hair that stuck up every which way and piercing blue eyes. Sam could tell Cas was more quiet than his brother. He was more cuddly. He had spent the entire time in Dean’s arms as they drove to the bunker. It was exactly safe to drive like that, but they didn’t exactly have car seats either. Which brought Sam to his next thought.
They didn’t have anything for the boys. Hence Sam’s t-shirts and the wet boy on the couch who didn’t have a diaper. They would need clothes, diapers, car seats and maybe a couple toys or something to keep the boys busy when Dean and him had to hunt.
“All done!” Gabriel exclaimed as he came bounding out of the bathroom.
“Did you wash your hands?”
Sam chuckled when the boy gave a dramatic whine and went back to wash his hands. “Good job buddy. Let’s go get your brother.”
Sam smiled softly at the picture that greeted him on the couch. Cas was still sucking his thumb with a bit of drool dripping down his chin. Sam mentslly added pacifiers to his list. He went over and knelt in front of Cas. He ran his fingers through Cas’ hair, slowly waking the toddler up.
Cas opened his eyes slowly to see Daddy in front of him. He smiled around his thumb and reached his other arm out for Sam.
Sam winced a little as he set the wet child on his hip. He had dealt with vampire guts before but it was still gross. He went into his room and put a blanket on the floor. He laid Cas down on it and pulled off his shirt. “We really need to go shopping,” he muttered under his breath as he went and wet a washcloth to wipe Cas down before getting a new shirt. “Gabriel go grab your Papa for me.” Sam grinned to himself at the use of the name. He thought it was funny. Dean didn’t. Gabriel nodded and headed off.
Dean was furiously typing away at his computer trying to find that bitch...I mean Witch.
“Papa?”
Dean rolled his eyes. ‘Couldn’t he get some peace and quiet. He was trying to fix them after all.’
“Papa?”
“What Gabriel?” Dean regretted the sharpness of his words when he glanced at the wetness in the boy’s eyes. “I’m sorry buddy. What’s is it?”
“Daddy wants you.”
Dean rolled his eyes. He knew that Sam had told Gabriel to say that. Sam got a kick out of annoying him. “I think Papa can handle a wet kid himself.
“But Daddy said we have to go shopping cause you forgot diapers.”
Dean sighed as he got up. He started walking through the library when he heard a thud behind him. He turned around to see Gabriel on the ground with a scraped up hand, and tears in his eyes.
“Buddy you ok?” Dean asked as he went over and put the boy back on his feet. “It’s only a little scrap.” He looked in surprise when the boy whimpered and held his arms out for him. It took him a second to realize that the boy wanted to be picked up. “Alright don’t be a wimp about it,” he said as he picked Gabriel up.
Sam had just finished putting another t-shirt over Cas’ head when Dean came in with Gabriel on his hip. In spite of himself, Sam had to smile.
“Welcome to fatherhood,” he said cheerfully.
If they only knew what lie ahead of them.