An Angel's Coat

"God dammit, Gabriel! Get your feathery ass down here or I'll kick ya back to heaven!" Dean roared as he searched Bobby's house for the angel. The ornery hunter was covered head to toe in glue and glitter from one of Gabe's little pranks and all he could see was red.

"Cool it, Dean-o! I was just playing!" Gabriel chuckled, appearing on top of one of the book shelves.

The once mighty, full grown archangel would have probably looked a bit threatening being so high up with his wings flared around him, but looking like a pint sized baby angel with cute little golden wings that just added to his cherub like looks did nothing to protect him from the elder Winchester.

Dean jumped up, hands grabbing the small angel by the foot and pulling him down so he could scold the angel properly. Gabriel looked slightly surprised by Dean's attack and congratulated the Winchester on being more physically fit than what he looked. Dean glared at the angel, opening his mouth when a different voice caught his attention.

"Dwean! Dwean, why I all sticky?!"

Dean turned, cursing himself for forgetting. Standing by his feet was an angel way smaller than Gabriel. In fact, he was so small he looked as delicate as a glass doll. His little black wings were nestled around his small frame and dark brown bed head covered his blue eyed face. Wrapped in his arms was his old trench coat.

"Sorry, Cas, you have Gabe to thank for that one," Dean stated, glaring at the angel still in his hands. Castiel lifted his arms and surveyed his glue and glitter covered body.

"Why would I thanks Gabby when I didn't want to be covered in-"

"Never mind, Buddy," Dean sighed, letting go of Gabriel and kneeling down next to his wee angel. Cas' big blue eyes were still hazy from his disturbed nap. The Winchester cursed, glaring at Gabriel who was now smirking at his little brother from afar. "You know the next time you try to take a nap maybe me and Cas will bomb you with glue!" Gabriel shrugged, grinning slightly. He clearly didn't really care about Dean's threat. Dean reached out to grab him again, but Gabriel shot out of the way, running into the kitchen.

Dean made to run after him, but the soft whimper from the smallest angel in the house stopped him. He glanced down, remembering that both he and Cas were still covered in glue and glitter. Dean let out an irritated sigh and smirked at the baby angel version of Cas.

"Bath?" Dean asked, nodding towards the bathroom. Castiel nodded, lifting up his arms and letting his useless black wings flap as if he was trying to fly into Dean's arms. Dean smiled, picking up his little angel and snuggling with him as Cas nuzzled his chest.

"What about Gabby?" Castiel asked. Dean swore softly as he made his way towards the bathroom.

"Hey, Sam?!" Dean called out towards the kitchen. The only answer he got was the crash of an old pan. Dean rolled his eyes, calling out to his brother again. "Sammy!"

"What?!" came a very irritated voice from the kitchen that was followed by a few giggles.

"I'm going to give Cas a bath so you watch Gabe, alright?" There was an even louder clatter of pans and Dean was almost tempted to see what was going on in there.

"Dude, no! I have to hide the beer. Balthazar got into it again and the angel can't even stand! You watch Gabriel!"

"Come on, Sam, please? We'll only be a moment." Dean could clearly envision the bitch face Sam was giving him, but luckily for him Castiel decided to speak up.

"Sammy, please? The goo is making my wings itchy," called the little angel, putting all the cute he had into his voice. There was silence from the kitchen and then a soft swear that answered Dean's troubles.

"Thanks, Sammy!"

"Jerk!"

"Bitch!"

Dean gently scrubbed the glue out of Castiel's wings and played with the angel as Cas splashed around in the tub. They played with the small rubber ducks Bobby had picked up for the angels at the store and a few boats left over from Dean and Sam's childhood.

When both Dean and Cas had the glue off of them Dean wrapped his tiny angel into a towel and started to dry him off. The hunter let the towel fall over Cas' head and when the angel lifted it out of his eyes Dean attacked Cas' sides shouting, "Peak-a-boo!"

The tiny angel squealed and giggled, trying to pull away from Dean's torturous fingers, but it was useless. Dean was now the stronger of the two.

"Stop, Dwean! Stop! I surrenders!" Cas screamed. Dean smirked and pulled the angel up from the tiled ground, tossing him into the air and catching him again.

"Say my name right and I will," Dean bargained. When that damn witch turned the three angels into babies she not only changed them physically but mentally as well. It was like Dean had little brothers again…or kids of his own in a way. Teaching the angels to talk properly was just one of the many things they needed to work on.

"Dwean, I..." Castiel was cut off by a gasp as Dean attacked his belly.

"What's my name?"

"Dean! Dean! Dean!" Castiel chanted, face red from giggling. Dean stopped his attacks on the small angel's sides and pulled out some clean clothes from a pile Bobby had brought them previously. Dean pulled the clothes onto the little angel. Cas was now wearing a white and blue top over his small, black sweatpants. When the angel was completely dressed Dean pulled on some fresh clothes as well, scooping up the dirty clothing and Cas' trench coat. He was about to carry it to the dirty clothes bin, but Castiel stepped in his way. The older Winchester watched as Castiel reached for the coat and Dean shook his head.

"Sorry, Dude, it needs to go in the wash –No, puppy eyes aren't going to change my mind either," Dean quickly added as Cas' eyes got bigger and he tilted his head to the side. "Tell ya what? I'll have Bobby clean it right away, ok?" Castiel pondered over Dean's bargain for a second, eyes nervously glancing at the trench coat and then Dean.

With a sigh the angel nodded and Dean dropped the coat into the bin before scooping up Castiel and letting the angel crawl onto his shoulders. Cas curled his small fists into Dean's hair and buried his face into it as he stifled a yawn. Dean smiled as he made his way back to the living room. He was in for a re-try at their nap too.

When they got back to the living room Sam, Balthazar, and Gabriel were sitting around watching Cars. Sammy was rocking Balthazar back and forth in Bobby's chair. Balthazar was the middle child out of the three. He had small silver wings poking out of his little sweat shirt and his blond hair was tousled in every direction, but not as bad as Cas'.

Sam smiled up at Dean and Cas as they entered the room.

"Hey, Bobby went to get some tummy medicine for Balthy," Sam whispered, nodding at the slightly green angel. Dean shook his head and sighed deeply. That's what the kid got for getting into Bobby's beer supply.

Dean picked Gabriel up from where he was seated on the couch, balancing two angels in his arms as he lay down. Once he was back in his spot on the couch he dropped Gabriel onto his stomach and Castiel curled up on his chest, eyes already getting heavy. Dean brushed a finger gently through Castiel's hair as the angel slowly began to nod off.

"Where's Cassie's co-" Dean pressed a finger to his lips before Sam could say the dreaded word. He glanced down at his chest, checking if Cas had heard or not. Nope. The little angel was curled up on Dean's chest with his thumb in his mouth and his sleep heavy eyes on the TV screen.

"The C.O.A.T is due for a cleaning and we don't need another episode like last time," Dean stated in a warning voice. Sam froze slightly, his eyes too glancing at Castiel.

"Oh, yeah. I remember," Sam recalled as he remembered when the angels were first turned into babies and they attempted to throw the coat out with the rest of the too big clothes. Let's just say that story ended with a few shattered windows and one REALLY upset blue eyed angel.

"Same goes for you too, Gabe, no mentioning the You-know-what," Dean ordered the angel sitting on his stomach. Gabriel waved a dismissive hand at Dean, too occupied with watching Lightning McQueen and Mater tip tractors.

Dean's fingers went back to stroking Cas' hair and delicate feathers then. By the time Bobby got back Cas was had just drifted off to dream land and Gabriel was starting to doze off too.

"Come on, Balthazar, take a sip of this," Sam cooed after catching the bottle of medicine Bobby tossed him. Balthazar stirred in Sam's arms, sickly eyes staring up at him.

"That'll teach the idjit for breaking into my cabinet," Bobby grumbled as Sam finally got Balthazar to swallow the medicine.

"You're barking up the wrong angel, Bobby," Dean yawned, rubbing at his eyes with a free hand.

"For once I agree with ya, Dean-o," Gabe yawned as well. Bobby let out a huff.

"Never thought I'd hear you two agree on nothing." Bobby sat down in his own chair, putting up his feet and watching the movie before his gaze finally fell on Cas. "Where's the little idjit's coat?"

Everyone in the room stilled and all eyes flew to Cas. Even Balthazar was gazing at his brother.

Sure enough, Castiel's big blue eyes popped open at the word and he was instantly searching for his precious item. Dean propped himself up on his elbow, reaching out towards Castiel.

"Hey, Buddy, calm down. It's ok..."

"Where…where is it?!" Cas shouted frantically, breathing getting more frantic as he failed to find what he was searching for. Dean wrapped an arm around the angel, pulling Cas back onto his chest and whispered softly to the angel.

"It's in the wash remember? It'll be all clean in a little while," Cas shook his head frantically, tears building up in his beautiful blue sapphire eyes.

"I need it! Dwean…Dean, I need it!" Castiel sobbed, burying his face into Dean's shirt.

A sigh left the hunter's mouth as he watched his angel. He didn't understand what the big deal was with Castiel's coat. Even as a full grown angel Cas rarely took it off. Balthazar had explained the first time Cas' blew up about not having his coat that it helped the angel remember the Winchesters. It was sort of acting like some precious object that linked the angel and the Winchesters. That still didn't help Dean understand it. He and Sam were right here with the angel. Why did he need the coat as a reminder?

"Cas," Sam began. "I'll go wash your coat quick, okay? It'll be alright." Dean had to congratulate Sam on the kindly parent thing. The guy was good at it. Still, it didn't seem to make Cas feel any better. That was Gabriel and Balthazar's cue to step in.

Gabe crawled closer to his little brother and Balthazar slunk up onto the couch sluggishly, wrapping his arms around Castiel's shivering body.

"It okay, Bro," Balthazar slurred sickly. "We're here."

"We're not going anywhere," Gabriel added.

"It's gone! Castiel choked into his hands as they pressed against his face. "It left me! It…"

It all clicked together and realization smacked Dean right in the gut. Dean sat up fully; causing the three angel's to fall into his lap. He wrapped Castiel up in his arms, squeezing the angel gently.

"Cas, Sammy and I won't leave you. I swear it, Buddy. I'm not like those other son of a bitches. I'm not gonna leave you alone." Oh, God he hoped he had thought right. Who knew what that sounded like out loud?

Cas' crying halted for a second and his eyes rolled up to Dean's.

"Really?" Dean smiled at the watery eyes staring up at him with hope and trust.

"Yeah, Cas, I promise." Castiel hugged Dean, wrapping his arms around the Winchester's neck as he buried his face against Dean's shoulder.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"I still want my coat."

Sorry if the characters were too OOC, but come on. How could you not be a little OOC around cute baby angels? I've been reading a lot of SPN fics with the angel's being younger so I thought I'd give it a go. This will go on as long as people read it and I have ideas. If anyone has a request for a chapter please let me know in a PM or Review. It can be any genre. Hurt/Comfort, humor, western…I'll write anything. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review please!