New chapter! Sorry about this taking a bit long. I had to rewrite the beginning and super busy this whole week with work and parties. As well as once I got home from work, I was exhausted.

This is a bit shorter than the first one but I didn't want you guys to wait any longer.

So without further ado, here's the second chapter with more Father!Gabriel, Fenrir, Sam and Dean!

Fenrir stayed with Sam and Dean for a few days in the motel, Gabriel's son easily warming up to the two hunters and his uncle and both hunters found themselves welcoming the wolf into their oddball family. If both of them were honest, having Fenrir around was almost like having a pet dog, only this one spoke and was a lot smarter than your average dog or wolf.

But when the hunters were packing up their clothes, ready to leave, they were corner by Gabriel. He looked at them, desperate, and this worried both Winchesters.

"Gabriel, what's wrong?" Sam wondered, worried. Gabriel never looked desperate to them before and if it had the Archangel worried then they knew it was something big.

"Well, Cassie's gone back upstairs to deal with Raphael and Michael being dicks and with Odin dead and Fenrir's back and if he's back then the others must be freed as well but Fen can't be left alone but I can't let my children suffer and more and-"

Sam chuckled. "Gabriel, you're rambling," He pointed out and the Archangel gave him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry," He apologized. "It's just, when I had asked Fen how he had escaped, he said something about the chains holding him captive breaking. Odin's spells he had put to hold them must've broken when Lucifer killed him and freed Fenrir. That got me thinking though. What about my other kids? They had to escaped as well and they are probably terrified all alone. Especially after being trapped for centuries and then seeing a new world with things they've never heard about or have no clue of. I have to find them before someone else hurts them!" Gabriel wringed his hands, worried. "It was my fault that this happened to them and I can't just sit here and not help them! But to do that, I'd have to leave Fen alone and he's terrified that if he's alone, someone might lock him up again. Hel, Jor and Sleip still need me though so I was wondering…maybe could you…?"

Dean frowned. "Could we what?"

Gabriel took a deep breath; golden eyes watching them carefully but the two hunters could see a hint of fear in them. "Help babysit him, just for a bit!" The Trickster said. "Just until I find the others and then I'll- we'll be outta your hair. Hell, I'll even drop you guys off at one of my safe houses, a nice one I have up in Canada and you can stay there! All you can eat twenty-four seven, luxurious beds and all sorts of entertainment!"

"I don't know Gabe…" Sam began, biting his lip. "What about if we get any cases?"

"I'll take care of them for you! Get other hunters to take the hunts! Please," the Archangel pleaded, desperation in his words. He knew that the week Fenrir had spent here, the wolf had grown close to the humans and Gabriel had hoped they would say yes. Sigyn was his second option but personally, Gabriel didn't want to have Fenrir around Asgardians anytime soon.

Both hunters looked at each other, skeptical. Dean was a bit hesitant, because after all, this wasn't something either of them had done before. Plus, who knew how long they would end up being babysitters to a giant wolf? Sam though sighed and turned back to face Gabriel.

"Okay, we'll watch Fenrir for you until you find you other kids," Sam told him, watching the Archangel visibly relax, a huge grin appearing on his face.

"Really? Thank Dad! I owe both of you big time!" He bounced up with glee, spinning on his heels and then rushing to where Fenrir was waiting patiently outside and out of sight of humans. Stopping in front of his son, Gabriel ruffled the wolf's fur affectionately. "Hey, Fenny, papa has to go for a little bit to find Hel, Jor and Sleip," he told his child, watching confusion fill Fenrir's gold eyes.

"Go?" He echoed, tilting his head to the side but Gabriel could hear the worry in his voice.

"Only for a short little bit, okay buddy? Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean are gonna stay with you until I get back," the Trickster added, placing a kiss on his son's head. Fenrir whimpered, nuzzling his father's side. "I will always come back, litli hvolpurinn minn (my little pup)."

Neither Winchester were used to seeing Gabriel like this and were stunned that the sassy, candy-loving, Archangel turned Trickster could be so soft spoken and kind. It was the father neither of the Winchesters had really known growing up – not that John was a bad father, but since Mary's death, the ex-Marine wasn't the most affectionate to his sons - and although Gabriel's wasn't any better, both of them could see how much he cared about his kids. Sam was glad he agreed to help the Trickster and that Dean didn't argue – although he knew his brother had a secret soft spot for the grey furred son of Gabriel.

"Okay papa." Fenrir places his nose on his parent's hand, showing he trusted his father and Gabriel glanced over at Sam and Dean.

"You two ready to go?"

"Now?" Dean asked and Gabriel nodded, earning a shrug from both boys. "As long as you make sure nothing happens with my car," the older hunter warns and Gabriel chuckles, waving a hand and making the Impala disappear.

When Dean tenses up, Gabriel says, "Relax. Your car is already at the house." Then with a snap of his fingers, the four of them found themselves no longer just outside their motel room.

Both of the hunters look around in awe, taking in their surroundings. They were currently standing in a lavish living room. There were multiple sofas and a recliner facing a huge flat screen tv, shelves and shelves of movies lining the walls on either side. Easily the room alone was well in the thousands – money wise – and neither brother had lived in anywhere close to costing this much.

"Wow," Sam says and Dean gasps. "You sure go all out when hiding, don't you?" The younger hunter jokes, causing Gabriel to shrug.

"Trust me, you'll be grateful for my expensive taste later," He explains, looking at both of them. At his side, Fenrir looks around, a bit nervous about all the shiny, expensive objects surrounding him, this home the complete opposite from the one he had grown up in. The Archangel sensed the conflict in Fenrir's soul and with a snap of his fingers; he altered their surrounding so it wasn't that flashy and new age. Instead, he made things look a bit more like the cottage Gabriel and Angrboða once had.

The walls were a beige colour, the furniture not so sleek and the huge flat screen shrinking to a smaller size, still reasonable for watching movies but not so big it was intimidating to his child. When Fenrir began to wander around, taking in the familliarity of the surroundings, Gabriel asked, "Better Fen?"

Fenrir gave a small yip and Gabriel smiled warmly. Giving the Winchesters his attention, Gabriel claps his hands softly. "Okay boys. Now, don't let Fenrir stay up late, he is still fairly little-"

Dean snorts at the Messenger's words. "Little?"

"In human years, yes, he'd be about seven," Gabriel explained, before snapping up a necklace with a small charm on it. Handing Sam the neckless, the hunter could easily see the charm was a wolf made from Celtic knots. "If it's a bit tricky dealing with him in this form, just put on his necklace and he'll be human. Take it off, the enchantment wears of. Make sure he doesn't each too much candy and nothing R Rated or mature for the kid if it's movies and tv shows, got it?"

Sam laughs, "We got it, Gabe. Fenrir'll be fine."

"And try not to curse around him as well. Also remember to be patient, he doesn't exactly know all the new age modern stuff you guys know. But he's basically a big puppy and loves to snuggle so don't be surprised if you wake up with him hogging half the bed." Giving his son a hug, the Trickster smiles. "Be good litli minn (little one), okay? I'll be back in no time."

And with a flap of his large gold wings, the Archangel was gone leaving Sam and Dean to babysit Fenrir.

"Hey, uh Fenrir, you hungry bud?" Dean asked after a few minutes of silence, unsure what to say. The wolf shook his head and watched as Sam moved towards the tv. Fenrir then bit gently into Dean's jacket, and ignoring the hunter's protest to let go, pulled him towards the couches near Sam.

"You wanna watch a movie?" Fenrir nodded, gold eyes bright and Dean chuckled, sitting down on one of the sofas. He grabbed the remote before Sam could, smirking.

"Hey, give that back jerk!" Sam grumbled, reaching for the remote as he sat down as well.

Dean moved the remote further out of his baby brother's reach. "I'm picking, bitch," he said smugly, completely forgetting Gabriel's words of not cussing in front of Fenrir.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Like you know any good kid movies for Fenrir."

Said wolf watched the two of them silently and the younger hunter reached towards Fenrir, scratching behind the wolf's ear. Fenrir gives a grin and hops up onto the couch, startling Dean. He lay down across the two hunters, resting his head on Sam's lap and although Dean wasn't the biggest fan of having a large wolf lying across him, he chuckled and began to pet Fenrir as well.

"I do too," Dean then told his brother, picking up the remote he had dropped and scrolled through Netflix, stopping on an old Disney movie he remembered seeing once about twenty years ago. "Lilo and Stitch," he replied with a smug tone, playing the movie and leaning back on the couch.

His brother smiled, leaning back as well while still petting Fenrir, who had shifted to watch the movie better, gold eyes fixed on the screen. "Who's Lilo and Stitch?" He asked and Dean opened his mouth to say something before stopping, remembering that Fenrir, being trapped for centuries, had no clue about any pop culture icons, recent movies or probably never knew what a tv was.

So instead, he said, "Lilo is the little girl and Stitch is the blue alien she makes friends with."

"Alien?" Fenrir echoed, confused.

"It's a creature not from Earth," Sam tried to explain, keeping it simple and Fenrir frowned as best as he could, turning his head to meet the younger hunter's eyes.

"Am I an alien if I'm not from Earth?" The wolf asked, his voice quiet and Sam shook his head.

"No. Aliens are from far, far away in space. You aren't an alien Fenrir," he reassured the wolf and a soft sigh escaped Fenrir's jaws as he rested his head back on Sam's lap, watching the movie. It seemed to Sam that Fenrir was worried he didn't fit in and was odd and judging by how when they first met the son of Gabriel more than once got upset at the word monster, Sam could only imagine he was called that before. A monster. An outsider that didn't belong and seeing that Fenrir was a giant wolf and his siblings were any less odd; the hunter couldn't help but feel bad for the young god. He knew how it felt to be different.

Fenrir seemed to sense the change in the hunter's mood and whimpered, nudged his hand. "Don't worry bud. Everything's okay," Sam mumbled, looking back at the screen as the opening song, "He Mele No Lilo" began to play. He could hear his brother grumble about forgetting popcorn and Sam sighed at his brother thinking of his stomach.

The three of them spent the evening watching Disney movies like Finding Nemo, Tarzan, and Oliver's Company (which so far seemed to be Fenrir's favourite) and as it got late, Dean squeezed out from under Fenrir to go and make them dinner.

The smell of burgers cooking soon drifted into the living room, causing both Sam and Fenrir's mouths to water. "Smells yummy," Fenrir said, sniffing the air.

Sam nodded, and stood up, Fenrir hopping off the couch to stand beside him. The hunter was making his way to the kitchen before pausing, looking over at the wolf behind him. "Hey Fenrir, do you want to uh eat like this or…" Sam found it awkward to say it out loud and Fenrir frowned.

"I can wear Father's necklace, Sam, if it is easier for the two of you," Fenrir told him, piecing together what the human was trying to say. "It is not a big deal."

"I just didn't want to sound rude or try to sound like I was forcing you. You don't have to if you don't want, Fenrir. You have a choice," Sam explained and Fenrir gave a shrug, padding over to the table beside the couch with the necklace on it.

"I don't mind Sam." Picking up the necklace in his jaws, Fenrir brought it to Sam who helped slip it around the wolf's neck. Once on, the charm glowed a faint green and Fenrir's form flickered, shifting. In the canine's place stood a small child no older than seven with light brown, curly hair and dark gold eyes. He wore a plain white shirt and dark brown pants that looked a few centuries out of date.

The boy looked up at him, eyes curious and bright. "Uncle Sam? We almost eating soon?" The boy asked and Sam blinked, trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was still Fenrir, just human.

"Uh, yeah buddy. Why don't we head in to the kitchen and see if Dean's ready?" He suggested and the seven year old nodded quickly, excited. He flashed the hunter a big grin – which the hunter then noticed the boy's sharp canines – and grabbed Sam's hand.

Sam chuckled, a bit surprised at how small Fenrir's hand was in his and the two of them began to make their way to the kitchen. In the kitchen they found Dean humming away to a Metallica song, finishing up with the burgers. Spotting the older adult, Fenrir slipped his little hand out from Sam's and rushed over to Dean, slamming into the hunter's legs.

Dean stumbled slightly due to the force of the kid as well as not expecting it. "What the-" Twisting and looking down, he sees Fenrir and then looked up at Sam with a confused expression on his face.

The little boy grins up at him, asking sweetly, "You almost done with the burgers, Uncle Dean?"

The hunter nodded, watching the curly haired child cheer and run over to the kitchen table, climbing eagerly onto one of the chairs. Looking over at Sam, he asked, "Is that really Fenrir?"

"Yeah. The necklace Gabriel left really works," he answered, staring at the kid as well. "Guess this is how Gabriel saw Fenrir."

"Okay." Placing the last burger on the plate with the others and then made his way to the table to set it down in the center of the table. Alongside the burgers is a bag of burger buns as well as a plate filled with toppings and condiments.

Sam grabbed his burger and bun, preparing his own burger and Dean followed him in suit, pausing only once he realized Fenrir hadn't reached for his own burger.

"Fenrir, something wrong? You haven't touched any of the food," he points out with concern and the boy shrugs, gazing down at his empty plate.

This set off warning signals in Dean's head and the hunter put down his burger, frowning. "Fen, bud, what's the matter? Do you not want burgers?" The child shakes his head, still silent. "Well, if you don't tell me and Uncle Sam what's wrong, then we can't help you," he explained, easily slipping back into the parent voice he'd use when Sam was younger and something was upsetting him.

"I don't know how to make a burger," Fenrir admitted quietly, embarrassed. "What if I do something wrong?"

Sam and Dean both let out a sigh of relief, realizing that what the kid was worrying over wasn't huge. Yes, neither one had remembered that Fenrir wasn't up to date with modern but teaching the wolf how to make a burger was simple.

"Fenrir," Sam began with a smile, "There isn't a wrong way to make a burger."

Lifting his head, the seven year old searched Sam's face for any hint of a lie, replying hesitantly with "You sure?"

"Yeah. Look, I'll even help you, how's that sound?" Sam moved to stand beside Fenrir, placing the burger in the bun and then a slice of cheese over top of the meat.

Fenrir sat on his legs to get a better view of everything, carefully picking up and memorizing everything Sam did.

"What would you like on your burger? We have lettuce, pickles, onions, tomatoes and ketchup and mustard," Sam listed off the toppings in front of them and Fenrir shrugged, not sure.

"Why are there so many things to put with the meat?" Fenrir wondered in confusion and Dean shrugged.

"No clue bud."

"Should I just add everything and you can try to see what you like and don't like?" Sam suggested to the curly haired god and the boy nodded.

Sam made the burger and the moment it touched the plate, the younger boy picked it up and took a hesitant bite, glancing over at both of the brothers to make sure he was doing everything right. Noticing they weren't saying anything mean to him, he chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed.

"Well, how do you like it?" Sam inquired and Fenrir grinned at him, taking another big bite. Dean chuckled at the tyke's actions, beginning to dig into his own burger.

The three of them ate, listening to Fenrir talk about how yummy the burger was, much better than what food his father would make– Dean stored that in the back of his brain to use later against the Archangel – and asked when they could have it again.

After they had finished eating, Dean had found a deck of cards and decided it would be fun to teach Fenrir how to play a few games – since they couldn't just watch tv shows and movies all the time.

"C'mon Sammy, he's not too young to learn poker!" Dean exclaimed at his brother and Fenrir merely gave an innocent but slightly confused smile, not understanding what poker was or why he couldn't play.

"Seriously Dean? The kid's seven!"

The older hunter shrugged. "So? I was eleven when Dad taught me, we can teach him earlier. That sound cool Fen?" He said, asking the wolf pup who nodded enthusiastically.

"No. You are not teaching him poker Dean. Or twenty-one," the taller male added as he watched Dean rearrange the deck of card on the table.

"Fine. Party pooper," Dean grumbled but listened to his little brother, dealing out the cards to first teach Fenrir how to play "Go Fish," a simplier game to start out with, but when Sam wasn't looking, Dean mouthed: Later I'll teach you.

Fenrir grinned widely; enjoying the idea of learning something he was told not to do and gave a quick nod.

Dean realized that maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had thought.

Fen's such a cutie! I'll probably introduce Jormungandr in chapter 4 as I want the boys to spend a little more time with Fenrir before they meet another of Gabriel's kids.

Also, the whole too young to pay poker part is an inside joke between my friend and I. We had been camping with our families and met this kid named Mason who was like seven. We were playing cards with the kid and he had grown bored of us playing Pig and Donkey (we were playing with like six kids so it had to be a bigger game) and exclaimed that we should play poker. This seven year old tried to teach two teenagers how to play poker. So yeah, I decided to have Dean try to teach Fen how to play because of that :)

Any who, tell me what you guys thought of this chapter! Are Sam and Dean OOC? Could Fenrir be written a bit better? You guys let me know and hopefully the next chapter will be up next week!

-Ally