Summary: Dean and Sam get a shock when they find Castiel outside their motel room as a toddler, immediately suspecting foulplay. For some reason, the tiny boy won't go near Sam, and Dean becomes his soul comfort. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: Hey again! I thought I'd try a de-aged Cas fic!

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Soul Comfort

-One-

The persistent knocking at the door began to really piss Dean off, and he climbed out bed, padding over to the door and opening it to find the motel manager standing outside with a tiny boy in her arms, who couldn't have been much older than two years old. He had thick dark hair that just looked untameable and big blue eyes, ones that were scarily familiar to him. The killer was that the little boy was crying and sobbing in the woman's arms.

"Hi, I was just wondering, does this little guy belong to you?" She asked, the tiny boy looking up and seeing Dean while a huge grin spread on his face.

"Dean!"

No way...no way! That was never Castiel...

"Cas?" Dean asked, the little boy hiccupping and reaching out to him.

"Dean!"

"Oh thank God!" Dean cried, taking the child into his arms and holding him close, "Where've you been? We've been worried sick!"

The truth was that Dean and Sam had been worried sick, since the angel hadn't been around for a month, and the brothers had believed that maybe he'd been hurt or killed and they couldn't get in contact with him at all.

"He was just playing in the parking lot..." The woman said, smiling at the way Dean held the tiny boy, "His feet feel frozen..."

"Thank you so much," Dean breathed, looking at the woman with a grateful smile, "Thank you."

"Anytime." She replied, leaving the boy and who she assumed was his carer.

Dean took him inside, turning the light on and disturbing Sam from his sleep.

"Dean?"

Sam sat up and immediately, Castiel began screaming, clawing at Dean to try and push himself away.

"Cas?" Dean asked, "Cas, what's wrong?"

Sam got out of bed and came closer, but Castiel just screamed louder.

"Dean, is that...?"

Dean nodded and rubbed his back, hushing him and bouncing him to try and calm the poor little guy.

"It's okay, Cas...it's only Sam..."

"D-Dee-dee!" Castiel cried, Sam getting it straight away.

"Demon..."

Dean looked up at Sam who grimaced and went to take the child, Castiel screaming and crying as Sam held him close.

"Cas, it's me...it's Sam..."

"NO!" Castiel cried, reaching for Dean with all his strength, "DEAN!"

"Jesus, Sam, you're terrifying him!" Dean growled, taking Castiel back and holding him tightly, bouncing him and rocking him to stop the tiny boy crying.

"I'd better get another room tonight, huh?" Sam said, Dean looking guiltily at his brother, "Don't worry, Dean...it's fine. I'll go and see if I can get him some clothes in the morning."

With that he grabbed his bag and packed it, heading out to get another room which left Dean and Castiel alone. All the baby angel had on him was a t-shirt and pair of shorts, Dean wondering how on Earth he'd gotten into this state in the first place. Castiel began to calm and Dean smiled softly, pressing a soothing kiss to that mop of hair.

"Alright, buddy," He whispered, "It's okay..."

"Dee-dee gone now?" The little one asked, his voice so cute Dean had to fight to suppress the dreamy smile that he wanted to release.

"Yeah." Dean replied, "Everything's okay."

Castiel sniffled and rested his head on Dean's shoulder, rubbing his eyes and yawning. What the hell was Dean supposed to do now? He'd have to find clothes, suitable food, maybe diapers, toys and books; he'd have to feed, clothe and bathe the tiny boy. He'd have to protect this innocent, sweet little boy and prevent him from getting hurt. They'd have to go to Bobby's, but Dean would deal with that in the morning.

"You tired?" Dean asked, earning a small murmur from Castiel.

"M'sleepy..." Castiel replied, Dean smiling and climbing into bed, putting the baby in next to him.

Now he had to try and get Castiel to sleep. Awesome. He had to think back to if he was putting a sleepy Sam to sleep at this age and remembered how much Sam liked having his belly and back rubbed. He rested on one elbow, looking at the little boy who was shivering beside him. Dean put a warm hand on Castiel's tiny feet, the angel wiggling his little toes at the touch.

"Your feet are freezing..." Dean breathed, lifting the little boy closer and letting him rest his head on his arm, rubbing the tiny limbs gently to warm them a little as he covered them with the sheets, "Go to sleep now, little man..."

Castiel blinked up at Dean with those instantly recognisable blue eyes, the blinking growing slower as Dean gently rubbed his belly. Dean turned the light out and rested his own head on the pillows, each breath being inhaled coming with that scent of clean baby that Castiel had with him. Sleep began to take over when a little voice sounded through the darkness.

"Dean...?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Yuv you..."

Dean closed his eyes and kissed the toddler's mop of hair before smiling.

"Thanks Cas." He replied, "Got to sleep, there's a good boy."

"M'kay."

With that, the little angel drifted off to sleep with Dean's arms holding him close. Dean had a lot to do tomorrow so he'd better get some sleep.

-TBC-

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