Summary: "Someone please god, get him to keep still." Dean said quietly, eyes aimed pointedly at the ceiling in unashamed frustration, trying to focus on anything but the overenthusiastic baby angel fluttering around the room like some kind of hyper bird.

Egg'stra special.

"Someone please god, get him to keep still." Dean said quietly, eyes aimed pointedly at the ceiling in unashamed frustration, trying to focus on anything but the over enthusiastic baby angel fluttering around the room like some kind of hyper bird.

Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give a baby wings? They were bad enough when they could only crawl, at least then they couldn't fly into walls so fast they left a dent and woke up the people in the room next door.

It was a freaking good job baby Dean had some sort of turtle shell skull otherwise actual Dean would have probably panicked a lot more. As it was Deanael was fine, and the fact that he couldn't steer, land or get more than a few inches of the ground wasn't deterring the little guy whatsoever.

It was like having a baby sized bullet whizzing round at knee height.

"Dean I have tried everything, you're his dad, you do something." Sam's face was currently buried in the book on the desk, he looked awful, sleep hadn't really been much of an option lately and Dean was pretty sure Sam was gonna pass out in the middle of a hunt at this rate.

Deanael gurgled and laughed as he whizzed past Dean, who attempted to scoop him up, which had about as much success as expected and left him with an armful of air.

"Dude, you think I haven't tried? If he doesn't want to stay still, I can't make him." He ran a hand through his hair before sighing in frustration. "Shi- uh – dude, I can't even swear anymore, right? This was not in the job description. I hunt things, I don't bottle feed them."

Deanael flew past again before swinging in a U-turn and latching onto Dean's leg, fingers clutching at the denim jeans. The baby blinked up at Dean with large green eyes, before sniffling, letting go and hitting the floor with a soft thump, flailing his arms in the air.

Rolling his eyes Dean leaned down and picked the little angel up. Deanael made a noise of contentment, sitting quite happily in Dean's arms.

"See, all you have to do is pick him up and he calms down." Sam said. "I mean, if we can just find a way to get him to...I dunno, burn off his energy we'd be fine."

"That's kind of easier said than done Sammy." Dean said, eyebrow slightly raised.

"I'm just making suggestions –" Sam paused as the flutter of wings signalled a new arrival in the room. "Oh, hey Cas."

"Hello Sam, Dean." He nodded sharply before glancing at Deanael a soft smile spreading across his face. "I trust you are all well."

"You took your time." Dean said, clutching Deanael close in case he decided a sky dive to the floor was a good idea, he'd done it as an egg (in an incident that totally wasn't Dean's fault) so Dean was convinced he might feel like doing it again. "I thought I was going to die of exhaustion before you dragged your feathery ass out of heaven."

Castiel's eyes widened in surprise as Deanael was shoved in his direction looking decidedly amused by the appearance of Castiel.

"Dean what - " Castiel started, only to be cut off by Dean.

"Look man don't get me wrong, I love having Mini me around but me and Sam have stuff to do, I mean, we have to hunt things Cas, and we can't exactly do that while we're worrying about Deanael all the time..." The desperate look on Dean's face made Castiel frown, that and the dark bags under his eyes.

"You haven't been sleeping." Castiel observed, wrapping his arms carefully around Deanael, who was looking longingly at Dean.

"Sleep? I think I used to do that..." Sam looked distraught. "Seriously Cas, Dean has a point. You haven't heard Deanael cry, because he cries really loudly...and continuously."

"I would love to help but currently heaven must take priority." Castiel was rocking Deanael gently as he spoke, and to think Dean used to find Cas menacing. "I would stay longer if I could, and I would much rather be here, but I am incredibly busy. There are things going on in heaven that I must be there to supervise."

"Cas you can't just keep fluttering off, he's your responsibility too." Dean glared at the angel, green eyes fierce; both their eyes locked in a tension filled battle of...eye power.

"Oh god. You two are married, you have to be." Sam said shaking his head with a quiet laugh. "No arguing in front of the baby!"

And if, when Dean and Cas said "Be quiet Sam" and "shut up Sam" in almost perfect synchronisation it only made Sam laugh more, well then that was hardly his fault was it?

xxXxx

The next time Cas chose to flutter in Dean was going seriously out of his mind trying to keep tabs on Deanael. He could fly higher now, and he barely stayed still for more than a few seconds. Not only that but whatever zappy power protected him as an egg seemed to be flaring up more and more often, and hilarious as it was to see Sam with his hair standing on end when he got in the way of one of Deanael's tempers, if it got any worse it could be dangerous.

He vows to talk to Castiel about it next time he shows up and ask him to spend at least a little more time around Deanael, he couldn't keep giving in every time the angel gave him a certain pointed look because he'd never get anything done that way.

He's standing in the middle of a motel room, with Sammy out researching some small hunt or other, trying to rock Deanael to sleep. The kid won't stop crying, and he's seriously tried everything, food, changing him – he'd even gone so far as to try the peek-a-boo game which just got him a tilty headed look of confusion and then another burst of tears.

A whole morning/afternoon of crying. Dean had a serious headache.

"Dean?" Castiel's voice is directly behind him and he jumps slightly, and so does Deanael because he flaps his wings and tumbles into the air and just sort of hovers there for a second before dropping back into Dean's arms, burying his face and sniffling a little, one big green eye peaking out to look suspiciously at Cas. "What's going on?"

"Dude, he won't stop. I mean I've done...everything I can think of, and it doesn't help." Dean frowned, feeling decidedly upset by the whole matter.

Castiel stares for a few moments before speaking.

"He's flying already?" He asks carefully, with a tilty headed frown not all that unlike the one Deanael had given Dean earlier. Great. The little guy was already picking up weird angel habits.

"Uh yeah, for a couple of days now." Dean looked down at Deanael with a small frown, holding him a little tighter. "I kind of thought that was normal, what with the whole angel thing."

Castiel holds out his arms for Deanael and Dean hands him over Semi-reluctantly. "I did call."

"I believe I missed it." Castiel replies, cradling Dean the second gently in his arms before reaching down and stroking a line between his wings. Deanael quiets instantly, blinking owlishly, before letting out a quiet happy squeak and flailing slightly, wings snapping outwards and then back in.

"Dude how the hell-" Dean's eyes widened and Castiel cut him off.

"Angels do not normally fly so early when contained in such a human vessel. He is growing fast and I believe he was suffering from growing pains." Castiel is smiling warmly down at the bundle of feathers in his arms.

"And what, you just zapped them away?" Dean raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"Yes." Castiel nods.

"And you could have done that what, at any time during the last six freaking hours?" Dean flailed his arms almost comically before sighing and collapsing to sit on the edge of one of the motel beds. "I...I just. Seriously."

"I apologise I missed your call. I was busy." Castiel is frowning at Dean like he's some sort of strange alien creature.

"I hate you so much right now it's not even funny." Dean doesn't mean it in the slightest but Castiel still looks wounded by the words and Deanael sort of half rolls over to glare at him like he knows what's just been said. It's simultaneously adorable and as powerful as the combined look of twenty kicked puppies (not that Dean would know because dude, who the hell goes around kicking puppies?)

Dean feels horribly guilty all of a sudden and he sighs, running a hand over his face. "I mean I don't, I just... I'm just tired, I mean give me a break, I've been running on empty for the last week. Could you just...stay for a couple of hours and keep him quiet. I just need to sleep."

Castiel looked like he was considering it for a second before looking down at Deanael who was reaching up to try and grab at Cas's face with little hands, and then looking back up at Dean, and then with a huff of not quite laughter and a shake of the head he finally makes up his mind.

"Of course."

Dean has never felt so relieved by two words in his life. "Thank god for that."

It says something that Dean doesn't even complain about the fact Cas is staring when he kicks off his shoes, splays himself across the bed and falls almost instantly asleep.

xxXxx

When he wakes up it's to the sound of a rattle being shaken, and he looks across the room to see Sammy sitting cross legged in the middle of the motel floor shaking some weird looking baby toy for Deanael's amusement.

He lets out a snort of laughter. Great, they've all gone domestic. It's a nicer atmosphere then arguing every second though, so he's not complaining.

It also strikes him that he didn't bring up the 'Pikachu style baby attack' thing with Cas when he'd meant to. He swore inwardly, feathers really had to stop being so distracting, both of them.

Sam glances up and gives a small weak smile, but Dean can see sleep envy clearly in his eyes.

"Finally decided to wake up huh?" Sam is trying to sound friendly but it mostly just sounds sleep deprived. Dean feels very good about his whole day all of a sudden.

"Would look like it." He sits up, yawns , and then stretches, and is about to say something else when the rattle hits him square in the centre of the head. He blinks surprised, looks at Sammy and Deanael, and can't for the life of him tell which one did it. He puts bets on Sam because Sam's the biggest baby in the room, but then Sam has shitty aim when he's tired so it's a close call.

"Real mature." He says and Sam rolls his eyes.

"Jerk." He replies and Dean just grins widely.

"Well someone's jealous." He says before sliding onto the floor and shuffling forwards to join the happy little friendship triangle , bringing the rattle with him, and Deanael's eyes light up with excitement as he lunges for it.

"Are you not even vaguely interested in what I found out in the library, doing work? Y'know, so we can hunt?" Sam's face is priceless and Dean has to hold back a laugh as he shakes the rattle in front of Deanael who he thinks is much better company then a grumpy Sammy. Even if Grumpy Sam is funnier. "Because you can't spend the rest of your life mothering Deanael in tiny motel rooms."

"I'm not-I don't..." Dean cuts himself off and admits defeat on that one, any really attempt at denial is just going to prove Sam right. "What did you find?"

"Werewolves I think, not far from Bobby's, and y'know I'd rather we didn't bring Deanael because werewolves aren't exactly known for being child friendly." Sam says carefully.

"Well what do you suggest we do with him then? Cause Cas probably can't make the time and, no offence, but I think a babysitters gonna be a bit confused when they show up and the babies flying around the ceiling." Dean says with a slight frown.

"Well like I said we go past Bobby's so..." Sam looks away tapping his fingers on his knee waiting for the suggestion to sink in.

"Wait, you want to leave Deanael with Bobby?" Dean asks, just to be sure. It's not that Dean thinks Bobby's incapable of looking after Dean the second, he's sure he is it's just...

"Yes." Sam nods. "I mean come on, it's not that big a deal, what's the worst that could happen."

"Uh..." Dean has images of Bobby opening the door, taking one look at them, calling them Idjits, and then locking them out for the foreseeable future. He's sure Bobby wouldn't but he does worry slightly. "I mean I guess we could try it?"

"That's great!" Sam says with an enthusiasm that almost knocks Dean over just by existing. "Dude we can be out of here by tomorrow, and then on the way to the werewolves by evening."

"Dude, You just want to drop him off so you can get some sleep don't you?" Dean says suddenly and Sam looks guilty for a second and then just shrugs. Deanael, seemingly irked by the lack of attention takes this as a cue to start crying again and Sammy full out winces and then than gives Dean a pained look.

"Come on Dean, I haven't slept properly for weeks." He says and Dean rolls his eyes before lunging in to tickle Deanael who swaps crying for sort of laughter almost instantly. Dean thinks it's weird how much Deanael has grown in such a short time.

"Alright princess. Try and get some sleep now and we'll pack up the car first thing."

Sam looks so relieved he could cry and Dean can't stop the laughter at that.

TBC

A/N So I wasn't going to write a sequel, then I did. Second part (and last part) is almost done, it just got a bit longer than I expected. Thanks very much for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Constructive criticism is always welcome.