R&R are loved! I love halloween and I wanted to write something cute and sweet. I think its sweet and melts my heart when a mother embraces their child if they want to dress like something they normally can't be.


What would you like to be for Halloween sweetie?

I want to be….. A princess.

Castiel stood away from the other chattering children. It was play time in their class and every child got to have a toy in which they could use or trade with others. A way to build friendships, teams and simply let children be children for a little while before the lesson went on to their alphabets. Castiel sat before the room's small book case, legs crossed and his fingers of his right hand tracing down the cover of a small book he placed in his lap.

At six, Castiel found himself confused and slightly fearful of the other kids. They were loud, filled with energy and always doing something. He didn't know why but he found himself wanting to simply watch the others play instead of taking part in it. Shyly, he slumped away from the group a little more, a small smile touching his face when he looked back down at the book. He could only read a few of the words but the pictures were what he really was looking at. They were so colorful, so pretty. Story time had already went by and their teacher had read them this book. Had talked for each character and even asked the students to read along. Castiel wanted to join in with the others, wanted to read out but he was too caught up in the pictures, a need that slowly began to bloom in his chest. He didn't understand and as his mind tried to figure it out, the more confused be became.

"Sweetie, what are you doing over here?"

Looking up, he gave his mother a smile as he hide his face behind the book a little. His mother knelt before him, her fingers brushing an unruly lock of his black hair along his forehead. "What do you have there?" Taking the book from his gently, she gave a smile when she noticed the title. "Sleeping beauty? Didn't we read this?" She asked happily watching her son take the book back, hugging it to his small chest. "Read it again?" He whispered.

Jasmine could only sigh at her son, resting her chin upon one of her hands as she watched him look at her eagerly. First grade was always a battle, young eager minds, such innocence's with the new world but to watch every one of her students eyes widen with wonder, with excitement with a new book, with the simply task of writing their name or pictures of animals they had never seen. It made being a teacher worth the hours and headaches. It was a blessing to have her son in her class, made it far easier to watch over him. He was such a special little guy, so shy and quiet. She had tried everything she could to have him open up a little more, play dates with other children, kindergarten. She took him to her towns' park that was by their house every weekend in hope he would make a new friend and finally experience the joys of childhood.

But sadly, every time, she watched with a frown as she son sat by himself and watched others. Sometimes he would crawl to the top of the slide and simply look down at the others and she couldn't help but wonder what was going threw his head. Reaching out again, she tapped his small nose making him giggle; remembering that was the first sound she heard from his lips when she first found him. She worried that somehow he remembered, that he kept to himself because he truly believed he was alone.

No child should suffer such a fate that was his. Six years ago, Jasmine was walking around her neighborhood to pass the time. She was new to the area, just nailed her teaching position and was setting up a true home. High hopes and dreams willed her to keep going, to see the young minds of today grow to become something greater tomorrow. She wanted to help them, set them off and let them touch their dreams, make their own paradise. But then, off to the corner of her town's garden that rested right smack in the middle of their town. A cry split the warm air, so frightful and heart breaking. She seeked out the sound and came upon a shaking bundle of cloth placed on a lone bench under the bright blue sky. She looked about, to see if anyone was around but not a soul could be seen and fear grabbed her heart. Rushing over, she knelt by the bench and took the cloth, feeling the object move, hearing the voice die down slowly to a gentle sniffle. Her heart raced as her mind tried to make sense, tried to understand. Taking the loose flap, she lifted it to let her eyes met a pair of stunning blue. The small baby, a little bundle of joy with black curl locks, pale smooth skin and such wide eyes looked up to her.

Her heart filled with so much warmth it over filled and she felt her face grow warm. Sitting on her rump, she held him in her arms, speechless and in awe. The baby looked up at her in the same way before those small pink lips form a wide smile, showing pink gums and letting out a wet giggle that made her own body melt. She was in love, her life and purpose, her dreams and goals suddenly vanished and replaced with this small miracle. He became her world. She brought him closer to herself, cradling him in the crook of her arm so she could hover her hand above his face, wanting to touch his chubby red cheeks, to wipe the tears from there but fearing that a single touch would shatter the pure light she saw. He giggled out again to her and reached up, his little fingers, so small and beautiful touched hers and squeezed and from that moment, she was lost.

She could not find his parents, she tried. She turned him to the hospital to make sure he was okay. The doctors told her he was less than a week old but was in perfect health. From there, they sent him to an orphanage and she couldn't bring herself to leave him. It took a while and a good argument, but she blessed with approval to take her new son home. The day they placed him in her arms again, she remembered it precisely, it was a beautiful day, a warm gentle breeze and clear skies. It was a Thursday and truly believing the heavens gave her this gift, she whispered to him his new name and signed it down on a piece of paper.

Castiel.

Brushing her blond hair over her shoulder, she picked him up from under his arms, lifting up to place him against her hip. He reached out and grabbed her shirt, holding onto while trying to keep the book from falling with his other. "How about this." She smiled. "Try to play with your classmates and when we leave today, we take this with us." Tapping the book softly, "I'll read it to you tonight before bed. Sound good?" His blue eyes widen a little before giving a quick nod, his lips giving a small smile of approval. Kissing his forehead, she placed him back down and patted his back, pushing him softly to a group who were trying to build a structure with a box of blocks. He looked up to her for a moment before walking over, placing the book beside him when he sat. She let out a sigh of relief when he reached out and took a block and slowly began to build with the others and she was pleased to see the other children begin to talk with him, showing him what they were doing.

She prayed he would make some friends this year.


Castiel kicked his legs a little in the air from where he sat. The park was empty today; it seemed he would have to play with himself again. Lifting his head a little from his slump, he glanced over to see his mother from the window of their house, seeing her holding the white lace curtains, watching him giving a wave when their eyes met. He waved back and once she lowered it he went back to kicking his legs. Up on the wooden fort he sat, staring boredly into the sand down below. Halloween was coming up soon, mom wanted him to pick out his own costume, telling him he could be whatever he wanted. His classmates all squealed about their costumes, their idea and what they wanted to be. He was at a lost. He knew what he wanted to be but one of the boys in his class told him he couldn't be it.

'Only girls can be that.'

He frowned to himself, hunching his shoulders up a little more, his fingers picking at the wood under him. When his mom was reading aloud to them, he was so drawn into the story, into the pictures that when asked who he wanted to be for Halloween, he yelped out to the group, 'I wanna be a princess.' That's when the boy told him he couldn't, only girls could be that. Castiel didn't understand why the girls got to wear the crown and get saved by someone but not him. He sat on the fort day dreaming, thinking if he wore a princesses dress and crown, that maybe his own, what did mom call them? His brows pressed together in thought before whispering out, "….Knight." His own knight in shining armor; someone who would come and save him, be with him and play with him. The other kids in his class weren't mean to him but he just didn't feel right around them. It was strange, he was too scared to approach them but they didn't want to bring him into the group either. So he was left to watch from the side lines and just imagine someone coming up to him and taking his hand to play. He really wanted that, a friend of his very own.

"Hey!"

A sudden voice pulled him from his thoughts, letting his eyes glance down to another kid who suddenly appeared in the park. He frowned, pulling his legs up a little to his chin when he noticed the kid was older and new. He never saw him before. The older boy stood with his hands on his hips, short brown hair ruffled on top of his head. His nose twitched a little in his confusion causing the freckles that littered his skin to pop out a little more. "Hey!" He called out again, "Are you going to move, my brother wants to get to the slide!" Another movement caused Castiel to jump and jerk away. Beside him, on a lower step of the fort another boy was crawling up. This one had longer darker brown hair and wide brown eyes. He was younger and gave a goofy smile that made Castiel move away.

The boy pushed himself up the step and crawled by Castiel towards the slide, his voice ringing out, "I found it!" The older boy down below just sighed and walked around, "Great Sammy now go down feet first this time! Don't want you getting another mouthful of sand again!" Castiel watched the younger boy sit down and scoot to the edge of the yellow slide, his face happy and delighted. Glancing over, he looked at Castiel and pointed down, "You wanna go first?" Castiel stayed still before giving a quick shake of his head. The younger boy just laughed out and pushed off, sending himself squealing down the slide, down to the older brothers arms who picked him up and yanked him up onto his shoulder. Threw the thin cracks of the wood, he watched him lead 'Sammy' back towards the entrance of the fort and drop him off, letting the younger kid crawl back in to race up to the top again. He watched them repeat this action a few times when suddenly Sammy pulled at boy's arm and whispered something into his ear. The older boy looked up at the fort, his green eyes catching Castiels making him shrink back into his corner.

Castiel kind of knew every kid that came to the park, but these two were new. He had never seen them before and that alone made him worry. What if they didn't like him? What if they picked on him or called him names like some of the other students at school? He didn't like recess anymore after that day, his classmates were nice to him and played with him when they had to but the other students from the other class rooms, they didn't like him. He didn't understand what was wrong with him or what he kept doing wrong to have them call him a weirdo. He sat worried, wanting his mom to come back pick him up, to call out his name so he could run home where it was safe, where it was warm and happy and no one could get him.

A face suddenly popped up in front of him and Castiel let out a yelp of surprise. His arm slipped and his body began to fall out the gaping hole beside him, sending him down to the ground. He yelled out at the rush of air but his arm was snatched and he was pulled back in. "Got you!" Castiel's eyes were wide and his heart raced on how close the older boy was. He didn't thank him but simply stare, making the older boy raise a brow before giving a shrug of his shoulders. "Your welcome. I'm Dean." He held out his hand and Castiel stared at it for a moment before reaching out and taking it.

"Wanna come play with us?"

Castiel looked out the opening to see the younger brother rushing towards the swings, his arms waving in the air. Dean called out to him before scooting over to the edge, hoping out. Crawling a little to the edge, he watched Dean land on his feet with ease, turning around to look back up at him. "You coming or not?" and with that, he raced after his brother laughing, grabbing the chains to the swing, pushing him up into the air. Something was blooming in Castiel's chest again, something different and odd. Grabbing the wooden beam, he kicked his legs back out and eased his way down, his foot moving to try and touch the sand, to ease his landing. His grip slipped and he fell with a yell, landing on his rump in the sand. He flinched and let out a whimper, his hands rubbing his legs to ease the soreness. He saw feet next to his knees and when he looked up, Dean was laughing above him, reaching out to help him up, taking his forearms in a lift to his feet.

"You okay there?"

Castiel gave a little nod and Dean ruffled his thick black hair before giving his arm a soft tug, walking back to the swing sets that his brother played on. Castiel felt himself take a step after another following after the older boy, his eyes watching the back of his head in awe. He had helped him when he fell and invited him along. His pale cheeks went a little pink when he thought about his book, an idea coming into his mind that made him smile shyly when Dean turned to look at him and began to introduce him to Sammy. Perhaps Dean could the one.

The one who saved him like the knight in his book.