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As Dean neared the bar he saw Bobby and Cas walking out together, it was his lucky day. Dean grinned as the two men stepped out of the bar and pulled his wand free from his jeans "Fancy meetin' you two here." With that the hunter wiggled his eyebrows and quickly uttered the words to the first spell, aiming for Bobby first, he knew he needed to instigate the hunter mostly and hoped Cas would follow along. Of course his spell missed and in the next instant Dean turned and fired another misfired spell at Cas.

Eyes going wide, he played it off well as he looked at the two men left unaffected and then down at his wand "Crap, these things don't shoot like guns." And with that, and another set of misfired spells over his shoulders Dean Winchester took off running down the halls heading for the spot Sam had set up .

Date: 2011-01-17 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sgt-hunter.livejournal.com
John had completed his final sweep of the grounds outside and he was making his way back to the common room where the boys were waiting for them. The sudden shuddering of lights and popping of glass caused the hunter to break into a sprint towards the source of the disturbance.

Not the boys. Dear God not the boys. his mind chanted with every step. As he neared the room he could hear an anguished child's wail. Rounding the corner, he was stunned at the sight. A nearly hysterical toddler was screaming at Dean, his little face red and.. wings? Jesus, it was the angel?

There were some things a father never forgot, and soothing an upset child ranked pretty high on the list. Sam and Dean needed a more experienced hand to help out this time.

John knelt down, gently disengaging tiny fists from his son's shirt and scooped Castiel up in his arms. He held the child against his shoulder, his large hand patting the boy's back as he rocked him, making low soothing sounds. The toddler flailed against being taken away, his screams getting even louder, tiny fists pounding at the man's shoulder for a moment, but John never broke stride. He kept rocking the boy, murmuring quietly to him. When the hysterical sobbing had subsided into low snuffling hiccups, he turned his attention back to his own sons. "Where's Bobby?"

Date: 2011-01-17 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
Cas was equally bewildered--he'd barely met John, and the man's unexpected ability to figure out exactly what he needed him to do seemed almost magical--but he was tired and strung-out and his head hurt a little from the intense crying jag, and he accepted the comfort for what it was. He burrowed into the man's shoulder, clinging to his reassuring warmth and solidity, and once he was able to breathe properly again he instinctively shoved his fist into his mouth, which also mysteriously seemed to help.

More or less restored to calm, and convinced now that he wasn't in trouble with all his friends, he listened to the conversation without really understanding any of it. Finally, though, instinct took over again and he leaned out of John's arms, stretching his own toward the most familiar and trusted person in the room.

Date: 2011-01-17 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hunter-returns.livejournal.com
Sam watched the angel’s increasing hysteria, just as lost as his brother. He didn’t know the first thing about kids, much less kids that were as powerful as angels. Then there was the strange woman that had brought them back and then disappeared with Bobby and Adam and.. and Dean had told him about how they fell into the Pit. God, he was going to have to track him down and talk to Adam before he shut them out for good.

The elder Winchester smiled at the little boy in his arms who was reaching imploringly to his son. “Just take him, Dean,” he said softly. “Be calm and he’ll be fine.” When the angel was settled with his son, John looked at them both, his expression one of growing alarm. “What do you mean Bobby’s sick? What happened? Where is he?”

Date: 2011-01-17 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hunter-returns.livejournal.com
Sam watched his brother with a faint smile as he took the toddler into his arms. "Dude, because you're his best friend. Just go with it. You used to be good at it, trust me."

When Dean mentioned that the girl had been Death, both men stared at him in shock. John recovered first. "Still, I'm going to go check on Bobby. Dean, take him to bed," he said, indicating the toddler comfortably nestled in his son's arms. "And stay with him until he changes back." With that, he headed for the door to check in on his friend.

"That was Death? Seriously?"

Date: 2011-01-17 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
"'ur my f'en'," Cas said as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. His voice was a little scratchy, and there were a couple of purplish splotches around his eyes and the bridge of his nose where capillaries had ruptured.

"Def's 'ice," he added helpfully (and a bit sleepily,) his head resting trustingly on Dean's shoulder. "Us 'ent into da s'iny bildin' wif da sk'ishy t'in's an' peng'ins." He yawned, and settled comfortably against his friend's familiar leather jacket, drowsing.

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