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Raising Winchester

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Dean couldn’t believe his eyes, there lying next two dead bodies was a little boy, he couldn't have been older than a year, Dean thought, holding a stuffed wolf in one tiny hand. He and his lover , the ex-angel Castiel,  had just gotten done killing a coven of vampires; of which his brother Sam wasn’t there to help gank due to his being away on a different case with the ex-archangel Gabriel -who had apparently not been dead those last few years and had decided that after spending the last several months of awkward eye contact  to tell the younger Winchester of his harbored feelings-(a reveal that had made the past half month very hard on both the older Winchester and Castiel for various reasons) in a small town in South-Eastern Nevada that had look suspiciously like a demon summoning.


They had just gotten done with the ones inside the home where the coven stayed and had decided to check the rest of the place when Dean had noticed that there was a tool shed out back so he went out to see if any of the monsters where hiding out there. He had kicked down the door in hopes of scaring any unsuspecting Vampires that might have been hiding in there when he noticed something on the ground making quiet noises.  When he’d gotten closer to it he had seen that it was a baby.


“Cas! Get your ass out here! I found a kid!” Dean muttered knowing the ex-angel would still be able to hear him, as he squatted down next to the infant. From what he could tell from his few experiences with babies was that it was  a boy, not yet older than one, and was not a quiet sleeper the little grunts he made in his sleep an obvious indicator of that. He had a tuft of what Dean was guessing was Brunette hair-his shitty ass flashlight was about to shoot shits- and a healthy complexion, for one so young.  He didn’t notice when Castiel appeared behind, only when the angel walked around him and picked the infant up-startling him awake and causing him to burst into tears - did he notice his arrival.


“Is this what you summoned me out here for Dean? An Infant? Where did it appear from?” Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion not bothered by the broken hearted wails of the babe, unlike Dean whose heart was breaking at the sight. Tears Man, they were one of his few weaknesses.


 This was why he quickly plucked the screaming child out of his lover’s arms and cradled it close with a hissed, “You’re doing it wrong.” and a glare. He rocked back and forth making shushing noises for a long while waiting for the child to calm back down. It took nearly ten minutes for him to do it but he eventually got the baby to quiet down to the occasional whimper and sniffle. It was odd to think that he could still do that, quiet a baby down when it was distressed with a simple rocking motion and hushed word of comfort. It was a skill he hadn’t used since Sam had gotten too old for it and forced him to stop and it made him feel warm inside that he still could, not that he’d ever tell anyone that t would ruin his extremely hard earned reputation and he wasn’t going to let that happen anytime soon thank you ever so very much. He was a hunter after all.


“Dean? Where did the infant come from? You never answered me.” his lovers query came, de-railing his thought process and bringing him back to the problem at hand.


“Found him in here sleeping next to those two, the poor suckers.” Dean finally replied, gesturing to the bodies on the ground. ”I wonder how this kid survived.” He went on watching the child in his arm play with the collar of his jacket completely fascinated by his new discovery.


Castiel cast a glance around the shed noticing a blanket in the corner, a bottle of formula nestled in the confines of it. The footsteps in the dirt on the ground showed two pairs of feet walking over to it before turning around and walking away only to stop and end at the bodies of the dead Woman and man.


“It would seem that his parents had noticed something happening and had come out to hide him and gotten caught by their attackers before being killed. We must have arrived before they noticed the child thus saving it from a painful demise.” Castiel summarized gesturing to the evidence around them.


“Huh, well that makes sense given the circumstances. But I guess it leads to a new question. What do we do with him?” Dean said.


“Well, most people would take him to a local orphanage or the police station and make a report.” Castiel supplied.


“We’re not exactly most people Cas, how would we explain the rotting undead in the living room or the bodies of the parents? They’d assume we were the ones that did it.”


“Well there is another option.” The Ex-angel replied avoiding all eye contact with his boyfriend


“Cas, we’ve talked about this. We can’t just up and quit hunting! Not after everything we’ve done and gone through. There are still monsters out there Cas, roaming around killing innocent people. ” Dean cried, doing his best not to startle the child in his arms into another fit.



“There are other hunters in the world Dean! Other hunters who can fight the good fight! We’ve done enough! You’ve done enough! You stopped the apocalypse! You deserve to have a normal life. Don’t you want that?” The ex-angel shouted back, tears welling up in his eyes, all the pent up emotions he’d been trying so hard to hide for so long showing plain as day on his face. It was an old argument. Cas wanted to settle down and starts a family, Dean wanted to continue hunting.


“I don’t deserve it Cas, we’ve been over this.” Dean said voice quiet. It hurt him to see the one he loved, in pain over this.


“Yes you do! You’ve done more in the past four years than most people do in their entire lives. Besides, can you honestly tell me that holding him,” Cas nodded at the child in Dean’s arms,” isn’t one of the best feelings you’ve had in years? And don’t lie to me you know I can tell.”


“Well, yes but that doesn’t mean-“


“Bullshit Dean.  You want it just as bad as I do, if not more. We could have everything we wanted, it’s right here. all we have to do is stop.” Cas told the ground, head duked to hide the tears streaming down his face. He had given everything up for him, why couldn’t Dean see that it was time to stop? He wasn’t his father. There was none that needed to be avenged.


“Alright, you’re right; it’s time to stop isn’t it? I deserve this, he deserves this, you deserve this, we’re done with it. No more hunting. We’re going to find a nice quiet place and we’re going to settle down and that’ll be it. Cas, please stop crying, I’m serious here we’re do-“Dean was cut off by the full body hug he that almost knocked him to the ground if not for the vice like grip around him.


“You mean it?” Cas asked into his shoulder, taking care not to crush the child between them.


“I do, with all my heart Cas. Now, can the chick flick moment be over? Cause this kid is getting heavy and we really need to make some calls.”









“Uh, Gabe,” Sam called to the Archangel, “I think I found something you might want to see.”


They had been in the town for two days and had been about to leave when they’d noticed the demon smoke come out of a woman’s body. They chased it a good mile or so out of town to a large house brick house where it flew in an open window.  They had chased it into the house where they had been attacked by what they assumed was a maid, a young woman with a mop in hand.  She went for Sam first attempting to smash his head in but Gabriel stepped in front of him and caught the mop, and gave Sam the signal they had previously agreed on incase the need came for Gabriel to reveal his true self and Sam would need to shut his eyes, which he did just in time. When he had opened them a pile of dust lay where the maid had been and the mop in Gabriel’s’ hand.


“Well Moose, I do believe there might just be Demons in these here halls,” Gabriel had said, smirking at the now exasperated Winchester.


“I will never understand why Dean refuses to admit he likes you. The two of you were meant to be best friends, I swear.” Sam had replied, before going off to explore the house further in case there were others lurking around the house.


 He hadn’t found anything on the first floor and had gone on to the second. Walking down the hall he’d noticed nothing out of the ordinary and was about to head up to the third floor when he noticed a chained chest lying under the stairs. It was hidden in the back almost impossible to see, Sam wouldn’t have even noticed it, but for a small sound that had sounded almost like a whimper that had come from it. So he crawled under the stairs and pulled it out, which was when he noticed the devil’s trap engraved into the top of it along with the heavy iron chains that wrapped around it. 


“Gabe seriously I know you can hear me, get up here!” He called not taking his eyes off of the chest, another pained whimper escaping its confines.


“Calm down Moose, I’m right here. I think I’ve found something you’d be interested in as well.” The archangel spoke up from behind Sam, what seemed to be a letter in his hand.


“Oh?” Sam asked unbelievingly, eyes locked on the chest. “Why do you say that?”


“No reason, though I did find the rather interesting letter.” Gabriel told him, reading said letter silently.


“Yeah, It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the chest chained shut would it? Because if it does I’d love to know more,” The hunter replied snappishly. It had been a long day and he was ready for it to end, Gabriel wasn’t helping with his teasing.



“Actually I think it actually might.” The archangel hinted, enjoying the way Sam shoulders tensed the slightest bit. Just because they were dating-newlyweds soon if he got his way- and he had settled down a little doesn’t mean he lost his touch. He is the Trickster after all.


“Gabe,” his hunter groaned,” just tell me already! I want to know what we’re dealing with, deal with it and go home. Is that too much to ask?”


“Well sense you asked ever so nicely I guess I could. For a price.” The mischievous archangel went on, smirk clearly heard in his voice.


“What?” Sam snapped, unable to keep himself from rolling his eyes, there were days when dealing with Gabriel was like babysitting an overgrown five year old and apparently this was going to be one of those days.


“The price, my dear Moose, is a kiss.” The reply came as a whisper in Sam’s’ ear. He hadn’t noticed Gabriel’s silent approach and was taken by surprise when his shorter boyfriend decided to use his superior strength to him backwards and dip him in a dramatic manner before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. He kissed back once he came out of his shock and quickly dominated the kiss, righting himself and pulling the shorter closer. It ended quickly after that with both parties breathing rather heavily.


“Well, I’d call that price paid with interest so I’ll just get to it. A woman by the name of Suzanne Smith got herself involved some kind of relationship with both an Angel and Demon, well obviously when one messes with the divine as she had done things tend to happen, pregnancy for example. Turns out the dumbass got herself knocked up by both and was later dumped by them both when they found out.”


“And? What does that have to do with the chest” The hunter asked unsure how any of what was just said had anything to do with his discovery.


“I’m getting there Samsquatch, weren't you ever told it’s rude to interrupt? Anyway after the kid was born, a boy if you were curious birth certificate says his name is Jakel Smith she decided to leave it with her sister, who coincidentally is the owner of this exact house. Keep in mind that was about five years ago. Now this is where you’re going to have to put your brain to the test. All of this happened about two years ago. The sister is very religious, so you could probably imagine how she would react when she found the thing sitting on her porch with nothing but a note from her sister telling her that the freakish child in the basket is her nephew, also note that she cared a lot about her image in the church so she couldn’t go there to get rid of it so what does that leave her to do? She has an abomination on her porch and nowhere to go with it. So what does she do?” Gabriel tilted his head in a sarcastic manner waiting for Sam to understand what he was rather heavily hinting at.


 He didn’t have to wait long.


“Are you telling me that there is a child-a baby- hybrid thing that came from an awkward angel demon human threesome or some shit? And that some bitch locked it up in there?” Sam cried pointing at the chest that let out a pained whine at that exact moment.” How common does this happen? Could the baby really that dangerous? It’s just a baby it can’t possibly be that dangerous.”


“That depends on how the demon blood is reacting with the angel and human blood. Honestly the child might not even look human and able to kill with a look alone but on the other hand he could look very human and be harmless. We won’t know unless we check.” Gabriel hedged, looking at the trunk with a look of pity.


“Check?  Like open it? What if you’re wrong and it’s not the baby, or you are and its deadly. That’s not really a risk I know I can take without more knowledge. I say we burn it. It would be for the best.” Sam said, even though it hurt him to the core to say.


“And if it’s harmless? What If it’s just a baby? What then? We would be killing an innocent child Samantha. I’ve done enough of that for an eternity, im sure you don’t want to know what that feels like.”


“Gabe, what if it’s not innocent? Then what? It would be our fault we let the thing out and endangered the whole of the world. I’ve already started and stopped one apocalypse. I don’t want to do it again.”  Sam whispered, guilt twisting in his gut. He’d almost lost his brother too many times to do it again.


“Sammich, I really think we need to open it. I promise it it’s even remotely dangerous I will kill it myself. We just have to look. Please Sam?” Gabriel only used his name when he was being serious, which in itself was a rare occurrence. It forced Sam to actually think it through. What if it was an innocent child? It was already parentless, and horribly abused to just kill it with no reason he wasn’t sure if he could live with himself if that was the truth. He had to know now.  He had to. With a sigh and a wordless nod to his love, he took his arms back from around Gabriel and put the gun back in its holster.  He lent down to check the lock. It was a simple padlock, easy enough for him to pick and get off the chains. He dumped them on the floor once he was done, leaving the devil’s trap as the last force keeping him separated from opening it. He looked back at Gabriel to double check before he removed the insignia. There would be no way to put it back on once it was off. They had to be sure and ready for anything that could happen. He waited for a second, before Gabriel gave a firm nod, rolling his shoulders unconsciously flexing invisible wings.


 Sam turned back to the chest, pulled out a knife and began wildling away the mark. It was obvious the moment the sign died when Sam was hit with a wave of pain so horrible he was forced to double over at his waist. It hurt so much, like getting punched in the gut until his ribs caved in. It must be the baby, it was attacking him. He thought he heard  Gabriel cry out but he was unsure his head was swimming from the lack of oxygen, like he was suffocating, he could feel the walls of his lungs closing tight light they were trying to draw air from a room with no oxygen. Like he was trapped in a small box that ran out of oxygen and the only reason he was still alive was from a pulsing he felt deep and powerful in his bones. And the fear ,the fear that the big one was going to come back and throw that stuff on him again. He had heard the footsteps and the thud of the roof coming loose. That was when he realized, the baby wasn’t attacking him, and it was projecting its pains onto him, showing him what it was feeling and thinking.


 The moment he realized that the pains stopped and his lungs expanded, filling with oxygen. He stayed hunched over for a second longer, trying ot calm his raising heart. Even if the infant in the chest looked like a monster, no one deserved to feel that terror from someone who was meant to protect it. Slowly he sat back up, to Gabriel sitting beside him eyes filled with fear, hands rubbing down his back comfortingly.


“You okay there Moose? You’re not dying on me are you?” he asked attempting to hide the shaking of his voice with a confidant smile which really only looked like a grimace.


“Perfectly fine, help me open this thing would you?” Sam placed his hands on the top of the chest and waited for Gabriel to reluctantly place his hands on top.


“Sam, maybe we shouldn’t do this after all.” The archangel whispered, staring at the chest, not glancing away.


“He was showing me how he felt Gabe, not hurting me. I think he’s suffocating. We have to.” Sam responded.


“He’s suffocating? Wait he showed you? Why are we not opening this thing already? I’ve got to see this kid.” Gabriel cried, applying pressure to Sam’s hands, and without another hesitation the opened the lid.


They glanced at each other before leaning over the top to see the saddest and most painful thing either had been exposed to since the Apocalypse scare. Lying in the corner of the chest, surrounded by black feathers that upon closer inspection revealed itself to be a wing, the other one was leather and hung at an angle that couldn’t have been right, was a baby boy. He had dark, red hair that was a sharp contrast to his purple eyes. He had no blanket only a used diaper that looked like it hadn’t been changed in a while. When he caught sight of them he let out a pained whimper that hurt both of them to the core. No creature should be treated like this even one with parentage that he had. 


Slowly Gabriel reached into the chest to pick him up only to have him flinch away. He tried again, slower this time and gently lifted him up and into his arms. The smell of unwashed and changed baby came with him, almost causing Sam to gag. It was rancid; Sam was surprised the baby wasn’t dead from the smell alone.  That was when he noticed the Angle of the leather wing. There was no way it wasn’t broken. It looked burnt as well, as if it had acid poured onto it. What shocked him was that they were exposed in the first place. From what he knew of angels as well as demons was that showing ones wings was like showing weakness to them. It only happens when they had no other choice. When it was life or death, when their bodies couldn't spare the power to hide them, which was extremely concerning. If his body was so weak that he couldn't hide them who knew what else was wrong. Where they too late to help the poor boy? As if Gabriel had been reading his mind-which he probably was- he began to siphon off his own Grace and put it into the boy’s body. He didn't stop until the color in his skin went from translucent to ivory- a much healthier shade compared to what it had been.  His wings were still exposed though which was still worrying.


“Sam we have save him. He can’t stay here. He needs somewhere safe with people who are going to able to understand and help him.” Gabriel whispered, tears welling up in his eyes,” his wing is broken, he has holy water burns, is ribs need healing. I can’t do that all now I don’t have the Grace for it.”


“You don’t have to argue his case Gabriel. I was about to ask you the same thing.” Sam replied, smoothing his boyfriends hair, ”but its all up to him. Can you ask him? I don’t think he’d understand me the way he would you, you being an angel and all.”


With a small smile and a nod, Gabriel turned back to the babe in his arms and began speaking in Enochian. He must have understood and agreed because Gabriel began to obviously glow and brighten as the conversation wound down.


“He has agreed to become a part of our family. At least I think he did. His words were a mix of Enochian and baby speech and it was a little hard to follow.” Gabriel told Sam, eyes shining brightly.



“Sounds like we've got some calls to make."