Chapter 5

Jimmy looked disapproving. He raked his sharp blue eyes over his assembled siblings, scanning the kitchen with that crystal-clear laser gaze of his.

"Do I want to know what happened?" he asked, voice clearly proclaiming that is he didn't find out what happened in the next five minutes some of the other Novaks (*cough, cough* GABRIEL, *cough, cough*) would be losing some non-vital organs.

"It's kind of a funny story…" Gabriel began, trying his damnedest to look contrite.

If Jimmy Novak were Queen Victoria, this would be the moment in which Her Majesty proclaimed herself to be 'not amused'. If Jimmy Novak were Blackbeard the pirate this would be the moment where some obnoxious older brothers were impaled on their own swords. Really, if Jimmy Novak were any person other than himself this would be the moment where serious violence would be occurring. Luckily for the rest of the Novak family, Jimmy did not have homicidal tendencies. Most of the time. This last disaster might just push him over the edge.

There was a tense moment in which Jimmy glared menacingly, Anna shifted guiltily and Gabriel looked bored and more than a little shifty. They might have stayed in this stalemate for an unknown amount of never-ending time if the back door hadn't suddenly slammed. Everyone jumped, Anna sending a short burst of fear through her and Jimmy's psychic link, the elder Novak mentally reaching out to the disturbance to suss out its source. Castiel's bright presence burned quietly against the mental touch. Jimmy withdrew; glad it was just his twin. Everyone had been on edge since their parents left on their heavenly mission and sudden door-slamming tended to make everyone jump unnecessarily.

The soft tread of Castiel's feet on the carpet heralded his approach. When he reached the kitchen doorway he came to a dead stop, staring at the disaster before him and the three Novaks standing in the middle of it. Perplexed, the angel-child tipped his head to the side, brows furrowed as he eyed the mess.

"I do not believe that pasta belongs on light fixtures," was his only comment.

"I agree with Cassie!" Gabriel declared, as if that absolved him of guilt.

Jimmy gave his brother a look. It was not a nice look. No, this was the sort of look that warned of extreme bodily harm should the individual being looked at should continue to speak. Or breathe. Or really just exist. Yes, it was a 'I can and will punish you for daring to exist in my presence' sort of look.

"Jimmy, I suggest we no longer allow Gabriel to take charge of interior decorating. He apparently does not possess the necessary skill set."

Anna, having clearly seen which side was going to win this interaction, decided to side with them. "Yeah…cheese and tomato sauce don't really work as wallpaper."

Gabriel sighed melodramatically, "Everyone's a critic. I'll clean it up."

"Damn straight," Jimmy confirmed, eyes hard and uncompromising.

"What are we gonna take over to the Winchesters for dinner?" Anna asked, eying the kitchen as Gabriel began to magick away the lasagna-redecoration.

Jimmy ground his teeth. "I haven't a freaking clue."

"I could-" Castiel offered.

"NO!" three voices bellowed at once.

The silence that followed this declaration ran a bit too long for Gabriel's tastes (read: ran less than a minute). He did his duty as 'most interesting person in the house' and disrupted said disturbingly tame silence. "I could always whip something up…" he offered.

Jimmy face-palmed. Castiel gave a small, huffing sigh of resignation. Anna cheered. "Cake for dinner!"

It was going to be an interesting night.

"Holy water?"

"In all the drinks."

"Silver?"

"The boys set the table five minutes ago."

"Devil's trap?"

"Hidden by the living room rug."

"Really?"

"Yes, John, we are not leaving the Devil's Trap out for everyone to see. Talk about hard to explain."

"I thought it was a great idea. It drove off the last neighbor well enough," the eldest Winchester male grumbled.

"We are not trying to drive off the new neighbors," Mary sighed at her husband's silliness.

"Who said we weren't?"

"I did," Mary propped her fists on her hips. "Now, I know you weren't all that open to this idea, John, but they seem like such nice kids and the boys could use some friends their own ages."

"They've got each other," John argued, even though there wasn't much heat in his words. He knew Mary was right about this, she always was.

"You know I'm right, John Winchester, stop trying to pretend I'm not. It never works." She raised an eyebrow as if challenging him to argue with her.

John sighed and ran a hand down his face. "You're right," he groaned.

"But you wish I wasn't," Mary supplied.

He shrugged, "Well, yeah."

She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Go and get washed up, our guests should be here soon."

Dean was flopped on his stomach, splayed across his bed, a comic book held loosely in his hand, fingers idly flipping through the pages. A small, soft knock on his door, followed by the sound of it being loudly thrown open woke him from his graphic-novel reverie. He dropped the comic on the floor and rolled over onto his back just in time for Sam to come trotting through the doorway, Adam trailing behind him like a lost puppy. Ah, Adam must have been the one to knock. Sam was always the one to just throw the door open. After all, he and Dean had shared a bedroom for years. Despite the fact that they had separate spaces now the cardinal rule of roommate-ship still applied: what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine and sharing is ridiculous. Despite the flaws in this obviously contradictory life motto, Sam and Dean still lived by it and so far hadn't managed piss each other off enough to spark a psychotic break.

"Adam has questions," Sam proclaimed before dropping into Dean's desk chair.

"What does one wear when one is meeting people one used to think were ghouls?" Adam asked with the kind of over-exaggerated formality only ever heard from little kids.

"Umm…clothes…?" Dean was perplexed as to why this was suddenly an issue pressing enough to require big brother help.

"Duh I'm going to wear clothes, I'm not a nudist!" Adam proclaimed, scandalized.

Dean shot a look at Sam and mouthed the word, 'nudist?'.

Sam, unhelpful little bitch that he was, simply shrugged and mouthed back, 'I didn't teach it to him.'

Dean sighed, "If you're asking about clothes, why don't you go find Mom? She knows more about that stuff than I do."

"But these are apology clothes, dummy. They're important."

"But everyone knows more about apologies than Dean does," Sam couldn't resist the zinger.

Dean shot his a nasty look, "bitch," he muttered, just loud enough for Sam to hear.

"Jerk." Sam looked smug.

Dean groaned and ran a hand down his face. It didn't look like his little brothers were planning on leaving him in peace any time soon. "Fine," he sighed, "Clothes-advice it is. But for the record, this makes you a complete and total chick. Not even a tough chick like Jo, like a girly, Barbie-dream-house frilly kinda chick."

"Yeah, and what does that make you?" It was Adam's favorite comeback. He had recently discovered it, and like most small children faced with a new toy, had decided to use it for everything. Dean and Sam found it either annoying or hilarious depending on who it was directed at. Needless to say, Dean was very irritated right now and Sam was laughing so hard he ran a serious risk of falling off the bed.

It was going to be an interesting night.

Jimmy assembled the Novak children in the living room prior to making their way over to the Winchester house much the way a general assembles his or her troops before a battle.

"Remember, no wings, no unexplained miracles, no unplanned explosions-"

"Does that mean planned ones are all good?"

"Shut up, Gabe."

Mary assembled the Winchester boys in the living room minutes before the Novaks were scheduled to arrive. She scanned them over with a mother's critical eye, ready to catch any stray hairs, shifty looks, or concealed weapons.

"Remember, no talking about hunting, no threatening anyone with actual bodily harm-"

"Unless they're a demon, then you can gank those sons of bitches."

"John, language!"

"Yes, dear."

"And remember boys, violence is not always the answer."

Across the city, far away from the bustle of the Winchester and Novak households, one demon (who wasn't particularly demonic), and one angel (who was always completely angelic, no matter what that meddling demon might say), were sitting at a table at a diner, dunking fries in milkshakes.

"I do hope that Jimmy is having a good time at his little party tonight. Such a sweet boy."

"Boring," the demon grumbled fondly.

"Really, Crowley."

"Oh, come now, Aziraphale, the good ones always are."

"What?"

"Boring."

"Hmph."

"I never said you were boring angel, I don't think you're quite good enough to pull it off."

"Whatever makes you say that?" the slim blonde angel asked primly, readjusting his reading glasses.

"I saw what you helped Gabriel do to that lasagna."

"It was for a good cause. He had no idea I helped him, I was invisible the whole time." When his companion remained unconvinced Aziraphale huffed, "Family bonding is important."

"Of course it is, angel, of course it is," Crowley placated teasingly.

"Oh, hush, Crowley. You know the only reason you're in town is because you heard your brother was nearby."

"Half-brother. Little bastard stole my name and now he's King of Hell?! The nerve…"

"There, there, dear boy, there, there."

Back across town, blissfully unaware that the other, less-Bentley-loving, less-angel-befriending Crowley was nearby and growing nearer by the day, the Novaks trekked across the lawn, around fence and up to the front door of the infamous Winchester House.

Two sharp knocks on the door later, Mary opened it to see four young faces staring up at her.

There was a short moment of almost-silence in which everyone stared at everyone else and wondered who was supposed to speak now.

"Hello." Castiel took it upon himself to begin introductions, seeing as no one else seemed likely to do so at the moment. "I believe we met in prison. My name is Castiel; this is my twin brother Jimmy, my sister Anna, my older brother Gabriel and the cake he baked for you. I hope it's not poisoned and I'm very sorry if it tastes like a rock covered in icing. I assure you he did put some effort into it. I'm not sure how much. But there was some. Effort, I mean."

"Holy shit, Cassie, that's the most I've heard you speak in days!" Gabe, ever irreverent, yelped.

Castiel gave him a withering glance, "Just because you do not speak bee does not mean that you can pretend I am mute or anti-social. I have many friends amongst the hive."

"Aaand apparently Castiel's part of the Borg now," Jimmy sighed, "Hello, Mrs. Winchester, I apologize in advance for any property damage incurred by my siblings. They are all completely insane."

If anything, Mary's smile widened. "It's so nice to meet you kids, come on in, I've almost got dinner done, it'll be just a few more minutes." If she maybe, kind of, probably muttered the word 'Christo' under her breath, the Novaks (who all came equipped with extremely sensitive hearing courtesy of their angelic parents) were polite enough to pretend not to notice.

She escorted them to the living room with a minimum of fuss and presented them to the man and boys seated there. Then she whirled away, off to the kitchen to finish of dinner, Gabriel's cake held securely under her elbow. A short repeat of the awkward staring silence first seen at the door presented itself.

It was broken unexpectedly by Adam blurting out, "I'm glad they're not ghouls, cuz Anna's kinda cute."

Things just got crazier from there.

Author's Note: Hi guys! I know, I know, it's been forever since I've updated. February and March have been rough months for me. Ugh, real world life is hard.

Anywho! Look, a shiny new chapter! And yes, I know I promised that Aziraphale and Crowley wouldn't show up again but the muse spoke to me and everyone who reviewed last chapter seemed to like the brief cameo, so I decided to extend Aziraphale and Crowley's short appearance into this chapter. And yeah, I did make Good Omens' Crowley and Supernatural's Crowley half-brothers. It seemed to make a kind of twisted sense in this AU, and I needed to be able to explain why they have the same name. And no, I still don't own "Good Omens" or "Supernatural". I'm just a fan of awesome things.

So, up next there will be what I have started mentally referring to as 'The Dinner' in which our favorite Winchesters meet and befriend some Novaks. The chapter after that should be the beginning of the kids' school year…probably. I think.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review if you have the time, I love hearing form all of you!

See ya next chapter!