A/N: So I found the most adorable Cas chibi and I thought I'd write a fic about it

Yeah um, baby!Cas, and hints of Destiel. Written about the time when Dean was 6 or 7. And I own nothing. Other than my laptop and a set of headphones. And a couple other stuff but ah well.


John Winchester didn't quite know what had made him take in the little angel that day, but he had.

He'd been out on a job, interviewing the family of a man who'd been found with his face eaten clean off. He was on the main street of a small town, heading to the hotel room where Dean was looking after Sam, when he'd been grabbed. Instinct had hit in and he struggled against the grip, but it was pretty strong.

"Stop squirming, hunter, I'm not gonna harm you." The voice was friendly but with a menacing undertone. The owner of said voice was a man who looked no older than 35, with a devilish smile and sparkling eyes.

"Let go of me then."

"Look, you're a hunter, and I'm an angel, 'kay? Now stop squirming you little bug and listen for a sec."

"An angel?" John had heard about angels, but they weren't supposed to be real. Mind you, he had come across stranger things.

"Of the Lord, my good man. Now, I need somewhere to hide my little brother: he draws too much attention and I need to sort something out without any hassle. I assume I can trust you to look after him." The pressure around his arm disappeared and he turned to look at the angel.

"I'm in the middle of a job right now, and-

"So am I. Please. Just keep him holed up somewhere and I'll come get him when I'm done. Won't take long, I promise."

John looked around. There was no one next to this angel. "Where is he then?"

"Aah. About that. His vessel got compromised and this was the closest one we found." The angel pointed down at a box at his feet. In the box, John saw, was a little toddler, no older than Dean was.

"I'm not babysitting an angel, I have to hunt down this thing."

"Oh come on, I'm not asking you to babysit him, just store him away where he's safe. With your boys, maybe?"

"You even dare touch my sons and I'll-

"I would never hurt little Sam and Dean. Please, man, just take my brother for a couple days. He's in a toddler form right now, yeah, but he can look after your boys if they need it."

John pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, thinking the situation through. I'm already going to Hell, at least this way I know I've done something good for the angels. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Great man, I owe you one. If you need me, just pray."

"To who?"

"The archangel Gabriel." And then the angel was gone, leaving John with the box.

John looked into the box, at the little angel with bright blue eyes in a too big trenchcoat. "Guess you're coming with me then." The little boy smiled and nodded. John lifted him up out of the box and carried him to the hotel room.


A/N: Sorry to leave that there, but I don't think I'll make the chapters longer than 500 words each…

This is my first Supernatural fic, so please let me know what you think!

Don't worry, I'm trying to update everything as fast as I can, I promise.

Until I do, Live Long and Prosper!