Sam stares at the bed. He is leaned over in his chair, elbows on knees, just staring. He is staring at the thing occupying the bed. His brow is furrowed, and he wants to ask a lot of questions, but he doesn't even know where to start. He decided a few minutes ago that it'd be best to just wait until Dean got back. Dean would probably know what to do.

"Sammy, your stupid-ass salad is the reason I took so freakin' long." Dean says as he walks in. He doesn't notice the bed. He puts the two plastic bags on to the table.

"Dean, this morning, before you left, did you notice anything weird in your bed?" Sam asks like it was totally normal question to ask, as he pulls his bag close to him.

"What are you-" Dean stops mid-sentence when he looks at his motel bed. "Oh, what the hell?"

A little boy, no more than the age of five, was sitting straight up in the bed. His little legs were crossed, and he held his hands together. He didn't have any shoes, but he did have a white tshirt and pajama bottoms on.

Dean points at the kid and looks at Sam. "Who is that? How did he get here?"

"Well I have a theory of one his is. But how he got here? I'm not too sure." Sam says popping the lid of the plastic container. "I walked out of the room, and I locked the door, for some fresh air. When I came back in, he was just sitting there."

"And you didn't ask who he is?"

"I was waiting for you. So you could take the lead on this one."

Dean huffs out a breath of annoyance at his younger brother. He shakes his head then looks to the kid. Dean decides to take the gentle way of getting answers out of the kid.

Dean sits on the edge of Sam's bed, a little far away from the little one. "Okay, kid. What's your name?"

The kid looks at Dean, in awe with a hint of confusion. "You don't remember me."

"Kid, I have never seen you before in my life."

The boy puts his hand on his chest. "I'm Castiel, an angel of the lord, if you don't remember."

Dean looks back at Sam, who had his jaw hanging at the answer. Dean looks back at the little boy.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

The boy rolls his eyes. "Yes, I believe I know who I am."

Dean sits back on to Sam's bed and leans back on to his hands. "Well damn,"

Castiel nods. "Damn, indeed."

Dean points his finger at Castiel, very stern-like. "Don't repeat after me, kid."

Castiel opens his mouth to say something, but leaves his mouth hanging open from confusion.

Sam laughs. Dean even laughs at Castiel's little confused face.

"Anyway," Dean says. "How'd you get like this?"

Castiel looks towards the ground and scrunches his face up. He looks like he is concentrating very hard. "Gabraal," He tries to say. "Gabr-I-ll,"

"Gabriel?" Sam tries to help him.

"Yes, him," Castiel's cheeks heat up and his eyes avert to the bed sheets.

Dean couldn't help but smile at him.

"So Gabriel," Sam says. "He's alive."

"Yes," Castiel says. He starts pushing at his toes. "Father reformed him. He believed it was a good thing to do. I agree."

"So what? Did Gabriel poofed you into a kid for a trick?"

"Not for a trick," Castiel says. "He did it to help me."

"To help you," Dean says. He leans closer, putting his knees on his elbows. "What kind of trouble are you in?"

"I don't know. I only know what Gabr-what Gabe told me. I don't remember much."

"Why did he dump you with us?"

"Well it only makes sense, Dean." Sam says. "We're the only human friends he has, and probably the safest people to be with."

"If I'm going to be trouble, I can go somewhere else."

"Don't be stupid, Cas. We're gonna help you."

"My feet hurt," Castiel says. His hands were still on his little feet.

Dean kneels next to the bed. "Let me look at them."

Castiel pulls his hands back to reveal tiny cut-up feet. There was a bit of dried up blood, too.

"Woah, Cas, why didn't you tell Sam about this?" Dean touches Castiel's feet to fully inspect them. "Sammy, get me something to clean his feet."

"I only started feeling it moments ago." Castiel explains. "I had to walk here."

Sam grabs the necessities and hands them to Dean. He sits beside Castiel, and they watch Dean patches Castiel up.

"Dean, he should be healing himself up." Sam says.

"Well he's not." Dean says. He didn't want to think about why his angel friend wasn't just automatically healing himself. When he's finished, he looks back at Castiel. "Feel better?"

Castiel looks at his toes and wiggles them. "Yeah, thanks, Dean." He smiles.

Dean stands up and goes to his bag of food. "We need to get you some shoes if you going to be small for a while."

"Do you think it's going to be a while before you're big again?" Sam asks.

Castiel nods. "Gabe said it'd be a bit. I've been little for a while anyway."

"How long would you say?"

"Four days,"

"Stop asking him all these questions, Sammy! Come and eat your damn salad."


Castiel and Dean were sitting on the couch, provided by the motel, watching TV. Sam was taking a shower so he'd be clean for the next few car days they were going to have. Dean was flipping through the channel mindlessly. He wasn't really paying that much attention.

"Wait," Castiel's small voice perked up. He rises up from the couch, to sit up a little straighter. "Go back,"

Dean goes back one.

"Let's watch this." Castiel snuggles back into the couch.

"Oh, come on, Cas. I get that you're in the body of a child, but do you really want to watch this?"

"The red fellow is nice." Castiel says. "I like him."

Dean looks down at Castiel, who was staring at the TV with a faint smile on his face and enchanted eyes. He puts his hand on Castiel's head and ruffles his hair, which earns a pout face from Castiel.

"Alright, little man."


"I don't understand." Sam says as he looks back at the kid who was occupying the backseat in a booster seat.

"What?" Dean says before biting his doughnut.

"He's sleeping."

"Yeah, well he's a kid, Sammy. They sleep."

"But he's an angel. He shouldn't have to sleep."

Dean glances in the rearview mirror to look at Castiel. His head was lean back against the leather seat with his mouth open. Dean chuckles a bit and looks back to the road.

"Maybe it's the trick, or spell or whatever, Gabriel put on him that's making him act like a normal child. He was watching Sesame Street and enjoying it."

"I think he liked that show before he was small."

They both laugh.

"Don't worry about it too much," Dean says.

"Okay," Sam lets the conversation go and stares out the passenger window.


Sam flips through the menu. Dean makes faces at Castiel while Castiel giggles and hides his face. Dean knows his probably looks like a dork, but he really couldn't care at this moment.

The brown haired waitress comes over with her notepad and pen in hand. "Are you gentlemen ready?"

"Yes," Dean says. "I'll have a cheeseburger with a side of large fries."

"Alrightly," She says as she jots his order down. She turns her head to Sam. "And you, sir?"

"Tomato soup with cheese bread," He says handing her the menu.

"What about you, little man?" She asks Castiel.

He looks up at the woman, curious.

"Cas, are you hungry?"

Castiel shakes his head.

"Okay, tell me if you get hungry though." She says before she walks away.

"Wait," Castiel says.

She turns around. "Did you change your mind?"

"I saw crayons. Do you have coloring pages?"

"Yes, we do." She smiles. "Would you like one?"

Castiel blushes. "Yeah," He answers her shyly.

The waitress comes back with a coloring page and a couple of crayons.

"Thank you,"

"You're very welcome."

Castiel looks back at the page, and then he looks at Dean and Sam. They were staring at him, almost laughing.

"A coloring sheet?" Sam asks. "Really, Cas?"

"I saw the crayons, and then I had the urge to color." Castiel explains. He sounds confused himself. "I don't know what came over me."

Castiel picks up the blue crayon and starts to fill in the sky.

"Stop judging him, Sammy." Dean says, even though he clearly wanted to laugh. "Maybe we should get him a coloring book."

Castiel gasps and his eyes grow wide. "Will you?"

Dean was only joking, but the look on Castiel's face was too cute. "Yeah, we'll get you one."

"Cool," Castiel pushes himself up on to his knees and leans over the table as he colors.


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