Two Men and Half an Angel

Chapter 4

"I don't want the broccoli. I want the ice cream." Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest defiantly as he glared with only an archangels rage at the two Winchesters. "Give me my ice cream."

"No." Sam pointed down at the vegetables. "You will eat them."

"I'm an angel, dumbass, I don't need-"

"Language!" Cas hollered as he snuggled deeper into Dean's chest.

Dean grinned down at the sleepy angel on his hip before winking at Gabe. "You heard him. Watch the language around the little guy in the room."

Gabriel scowled and slammed his little fists on the table. "I refuse to be treated like this!"

"Broccoli or no ice cream." Sam stated simply from where he towered over the young archangel. "Your choice."

Gabriel stuck out his bottom lip as he stared down the menacing green that seemed to be mocking him. "When I said that I needed you two to help me, I didn't mean that I needed parents."

"Yeah, well, we didn't ask for kids." Dean stood from the table when he realized Cas was starting to drool on his neck. "But that's what we got so you're gonna eat your freakin' vegetables and then go to bed because it is almost bedtime."

"Unbelievable." Gabriel sighed dramatically but picked up his fork and started to shovel the broccoli into his mouth. With every bite his face contorted up in over-dramatic disgust and he squirmed like he was on fire.

Sam smiled proudly to himself. "Good boy."

Gabriel shot him a downright murderous look before finishing up the plate until it was empty. His tongue stuck out and he made a sound in the back of his throat. "Where's my ice cream, jerkfaces?"

"I'll grab you a bowl." Sam started for the freezer. "Thank you, Gabe."

"Whatever, Samsquatch."

Dean shook his head with a slight chuckle as he left the kitchen in favor of heading toward his bedroom. It wasn't really 'his' anymore since the littlest angel refused to sleep anywhere but with Dean. When the hunter had asked why, Cas said that the nightmares stayed away from Dean. It made Dean's heart flutter when he thought about how much Cas trusted him.

Upon reaching their room, Dean strode over to their bed and went about detangling the small limbs from his torso. Cas let out a small whimper before collapsing onto the bed and snuggling down into the blankets. Dean paused before changing into pajamas. His eyes searched over Cas' face and what he saw took his breath away. From the moment he met Castiel he had always known the angel was fierce and dangerous. But staring down at the small child now puffing out air lightly from his puffy cheeks, Dean finally saw the softer, more innocent, side of the warrior.

"Dean?" Cas whispered with a sleepy roughness that never seemed to quite match the tone of when he was a grown man. "Bed?"

"Be there in a sec, buddy." Dean soothed out some of the hair on top of the angel's head before quickly changing, switching off the light, and crawling onto the memory foam.

Before he could even manage to pull the comforter over the two of them, small arms wrapped around his torso and small breaths were puffing over his neck. The two of them closed their eyes to the outside world and slipped into peaceful rest.

In the kitchen Sam was trying to keep Gabriel from making a mess of ice cream all over himself and the table.