Taking Care of Fledglings AngelsxReader P.4

    “Dean! Sam! We’ve got a problem!” (Name) called from her bedroom the next morning.

            The two men came stumbling into the room, flicking the light on. They stared in disbelief at the girl who was surrounded by what appeared to be babies.

            “(Name). Please tell me they didn’t…”

            “Regress in age, Dean? Yeah. I think they did. And I think I’ve cracked the code on top of that.” She responded sassily.

            “What’s your idea?” Sam asked.

            “It’s how old we treat them. Whatever Crowley did to them gave them the base age of three. Then, one of you geniuses swaddled them, like babies, and now they’re two. Basically, if we treat them like they were before, so the age of their vessels, they’ll go back to the way they were and the spell will be rendered useless.” (Name) answered proudly, “I can’t move…..”

            Sam and Dean were suddenly aware of the fact that she had all four angels laying on top of her. Sam picked two babies up from her lap as Dean took two from her legs. (Name) got up and stretched just as the little fledglings started to wake up. She took Lucifer from Dean and walked down the stairs with no words.

            “Why are they still swaddled? I thought those little idjits would be out of it by now.” Bobby inquired, following (Name) into the kitchen.

            “Well, Bobby, we have a long process of turning these boys back to their correct ages ahead of us. When you three swaddled them last night you managed to regress their ages, however, it brought new light upon the situation.”

            “Which is?”

            “Their age depends on how we treat them until they get back to normal.” Sam answered waltzing into the room with a crying Gabriel.

            “Why is he crying?” (Name) sighed.

            “I don’t know.”

            “Here, trade me. Lucifer is still asleep.” She said and held out the sleeping angel. Sam quickly took Lucifer and gave her Gabriel who instantly settled down. “Seems like baby Gabe likes me better than you. This is a new development.”

            “Hey! He’s my angel.”

            “Well now you have Lucifer. This isn’t going to be easy, I’m going to warm you now. Until they reach about 10 years old, the process will be slow. A year per every day or two.”

            “But that’ll take forever!” Dean whined.

            “Do you want Castiel back to normal? Besides, what other choice do we have?”

            “None.”

            “My point. Now feed your angels, and we’ll try and get them back to three or four years old by nap time.”

-To Be Continued-