sabriel oneshots [❗]

Toys For Tots

"Waaaah!"

Sam fell off his bed as the high-pitched wailing echoed off the walls of the bunker, and bounced around his skull. He sat up, and looked around, trying to locate the door in his half asleep daze.

"Sonuvabitch!" Thud.

Well, Dean was awake.

Sam got his plaid shirt on and made his way to the kitchen, where the source was. Dean and Cas were in the kitchen already. He walked up behind them, straining over the if heads. That's when he realized that on the kitchen table, was a 11 month old baby.

Sam could've sworn he recognized the child. Or at least the appearance. He had golden hair, slicked back. He was wearing no pants, just a diaper, and the tiniest army jacket over a little t-shirt. One thing that puzzled Sam, was the fact he had 6 golden little wings, which lay limp at his sides. The baby laid eyes on Sam, and pulled his hands out to him. He was wiggling his fingers, signalling to be picked up.

"Up am-ic!" The baby's butterscotch eyes fluttered, and he giggled, flapping his limp wings slowly

"Gabriel?" The child nodded and giggled. The hunter tried to keep himself from melting on the floor, but he lost it.

"Oh my god!" Sam chuckled and swept the little archangel off his feet, and rocked him in his arms. Gabriel giggled even more, yelling with his little lungs. It was only when Dean coughed, did Sam remember his brother and their angel friend were in the same room.

"Oh, sorry." Sam stopped swinging Gabe around, and took a seat, bouncing the little child, who looked even smaller now, on his knee.

"What do we do about-" Dean motioned disgustedly at Sam's knee as he took a seat "-about that?"

"Dean, it is not to be addressed as 'that', as he is my brother, Gabe." Cas furrowed his eyebrows together, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He pulled up the sweatpants that hung loose off his hips.

"Yeah, but-" Whatever Dean was about to say, he cut himself off as Cas turned sideways to stare fully at Dean. Blue clashed with Green, and Sam had to cough, Gabe squealing as Sam bounced him on his knee carefully.

"My suggestion: we take care of Gabe until he either turns back to normal, or we figure out a way to." Cas thought about Sam's brainstorming, but Dean had a better idea.

"Well, I say we send him to an orphanage." Dean popped open a beer, and got a bitchface from both Sam and Cas.

"Dean, that is a horrible thing to do to my brother." Cas knitted his eyebrows together, and he tilted his head. "Why would you even think of such a thing?"

"That, and it's just plain cruel, Dean." Sam scoffed, pulling Gabe closer to him protectively, shooting Dean the bitchface of the century.

"Alright, Alright." Dean said, raising his hands up in defeat. "I think I read somewhere that there's baby stuff in the bunker storage."

"Why would they have infant care items in a bunker?"

"Not a clue Cas." Dean shrugged as Sam picked up Gabe, setting him in his arms before walking into the library. He looked around the wall, and found the bunker blueprints, wedged in a filing cabinet. He took them out with one hand, the other arm occupied by Gabe.

Dean and Cas eventually followed, and Dean had a smug look on his face. Cas look a bit flustered, his hair ruffled more than it usually is. It normally wouldn't be noticeable, but Sam figured it out.

Sam shivered at the thought, and didn't bother asking.

"Cas, do you mind holding Gabe?" Sam asked, and Gabe fluffed his wings in agreement.

"As-el!" Gabe sputtered, pulling his hands out. Dean started choking on laughter and his beer. Cas took Gabe in his hands, and he tickled his belly experimentally.

"He called you assel!" Dean mumbled through his obnoxious laughter. He was tearing, his face red, and his green eyes wide. Cas shot him a bitchface that surpassed Sam's earlier one. Dean saw it, and his breath hitched.

"Alright, found storage. Kitchen, down the bedroom hall, down the end." Sam bounded off, Dean running after him. Cas stayed behind, placing Gabe on the table.

* * *

"Dean, the crib has directions." Cas tilted his head to the side, wondering why they weren't being used.

"DAMNIT CAS I DONT NEED DIRECTIONS!" Dean slammed the hammer into the toolbox, grabbing the screwdriver when he found out that he was holding screws, not nails.

Dean then tried to jam the leg into the wrong side. Gabe had the directions open on Sam's bed, both attempting to coloring on it with crayons and drooling on it.

"I can fix this" Dean grumbled.

"Dean, its not broken." Sam observed, as he was trying to switch the instructions book with a coloring book so the tyke didn't scribble on the instructions.

"DAMNIT YES IT IS!!" Dean screamed, and Gabe threw a blue crayon at him.

"No ell ah Am-ic!" Gabe pouted, and Cas held in a muffled coo as Gabe pouted at the now furious Dean Winchester.

"Yea, don't yell at Samwich, Dean." Sam pulled off a bitchface, and Dean got up and stormed off, grumbling something about 'picking up baby stuff'

* * *

Sam and Cas had gotten the crib together 10 minutes after Dean stormed off. They moved it into the study adjoining Sam's bedroom. Cas had also gotten the changing table/dresser together in 20 seconds by using his grace. He placed it across from the crib, next to the desk. The front do slammed shut, announcing Dean was back from the store.

"There. Thanks Cas." Sam started putting the sheets and blankets in the crib. "Hey Cas, mind trying and talking to Dean? He seems to listen to you more."

"You are welcome, Sam." Cas paused a bit, thinking about the last statement. "And I will have a discussion with Dean." And he walked out of the door, leaving Sam to put Gabe to bed.

Sam walked to his bed and picked up the drowsy angel. He took off Gabe's little coat and placed it on the changing table. Gabe yawned loudly, clinging to Sam's shoulder as if it was the world. He placed the child gently in the crib, pulling the blanket up to his waist.

"G'night Gabe." Sam said, and he started walking out.

"Iss!" Gabe whined, now standing up in his crib, small fingers curled over the side.

"Ok." Sam picked Gabe up, setting him down back in the crib. He then planted a kiss on his small nose. Gabe let out a sleepy giggle, and Sam began walking out before Gabe let out more words, which were clear.

"Love oo"

Sam thought of words to say leaning against the doorway. He stood up straight, finding the perfect words.

"I love you too, Gabe" And with that, Sam dimmed the lights, walking into his own room, falling into a deep sleep.

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