Supernatural One-shots!

Cas.x.reader Siblings

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Imagine: asking Castiel to pick your siblings up and he can't believe they are yours!

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"Wow, he's short compared to Uncle Sammy!"

"... and uncle dean!"

"Aren't you suppose to be an angle?"

"Can I try on your jacket?"

"If you're REALLY an angle than where are your wings and halo?"

"He's not a real angle dingus!"

The twins shouted back and forth around Castiel. Pushing, pulling, and grabbing at him like he was a new shiny toy or a play-set. You see, earlier today you were called on a hunt and you were about to decline since it was your job to pick up your siblings, Alex and Grace, but Castiel, being the savior he is, decided to take that burden for you. Besides, he never really got to know your little siblings. He was excited at first to pick them up from 1st grade, but was soon beginning to regret it.

"Where's (y/n)?" Max asked as Castiel poofed them back to the bunker.

"She's got caught up at work."

"What work?" Grace asked as she stood next to her brother, staring up at the angle.

"Her job with Sam and Dean."

"What job?" Max countered.

"An important one."

"Super important?" Grace asked back.

"Yes!" Castiel said aggravated. He began to understand what humans call 'a migraine'. It was hard to believe that these small, hyper children were your siblings. You were always so quiet and smart. Maybe a bit shy here and there but you weren't rambunctious in anyway. Hell, there was barely any personal resemblance to the little ones other than physical appearance. 

Max and Grace nodded at Castiel and scampered off, running around the bunker aimlessly. Cas didn't think anything of it at first until he heard a loud crash. He poofed into the room of loud crash and to his horror found it was the weapons vault.

"What's this thing do?" Grace asked as she began to twirl the gun around her finger, flinching back as to make sure she didn't get hit. Cas ran to her side, tearing the gun out of her hand as she jumped back giggling. Cas twirled around and grabbed the knife for Max. He held the weapons tight so he wouldn't drop them and placed his fingers on both the small children's heads, transporting them back to the entrance of the bunker.

"Listen," Castiel began, unknowingly waving the weapons around and pointing, "It is now in my charge to protect you. You need to please stop being dangerous, so you don't get into trouble with your sister-"

Castiel said, continuing his "scold", not hearing or paying attention too the bunker door. You walked through, pausing when you saw the scene.

"CAS!" You called, quickly jumping a few steps and rushing towards the little ones. You slapped the weapons out of Cas's hands and watched them slam on the floor with a frown on your face. "What the hell, man?"

"Hello, (y/n). Your small ones have been a bit..."

"...much, yeah i know, but you don't wield weapons at small children!"

"But (y/n)-"

"No! Kids go get ready for bed!"