A/N: Just alittle starter chapter for a short fic. I would upload the whole thing but I lost chapter 2 (woops). Post season 8 so Castiel is human and Kevin is living with them in the MoL bunker for right now.

Enjoy

"Whats going on?" Cas said. Entering the room and finding the new inhabitance there quite confusing. There was Kevin, of course. Kevin was always here. Sam was running around trying to capture a something on the floor. "Where's Dean?"

"Yeah about that.." Sam grunted picking up what he was chasing on the floor. It was a toddler, one just old enough to learn how to walk. The child was swimming in his shirt, and his freckled face and green eyes made Cas's stomach drop.

"Dean?" He asked. The child turned his head obediently at the sound of his own name. His eyes lit up when they caught sight of him.

"Caaaas!" The child wailed in his (now bigger) brother's arms. He struggled until Sam let him down. He ran to Castiel throwing his arm around the mans legs. "Up! Up!" He demanded. Hopping up and down, nearly falling over as he did so. Cas picked the child up cautiously, holding him like he was scared to hurt him.

"Dean?" He asked again. Sam shuffled on his feet for a bit.

"We had a run in with a witch. She got ahold of him before I could do anything..." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I have to go out and buy him some clothes, and food, and ... things until we figure out how to reverse this."

"I see." Castiel said, although he didn't fully understand at all. I was taking a moment for his brain to process the fact that his best friend, the righteous man he raised from hell, was now a small child that he was able to lift into his own arms. Little Dean laughed and pulled at Castiel's collar of his new button up shirt. He had to admit; the little guy did seem happier.

When Sam got back from the store a few hours later both Dean and Castiel seemed to be in tears.

"Cas... whats wrong?"

"You've been gone for hours! Dean wont stop crying, I don't know whats wrong, Kevin locked himself in his room two hours ago..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Give him to me." Cas cautiously handed over the baby in fear that he would somehow start crying louder. Sam bounced him up and down, but that didn't seem to help. He checked him; he was dry and clean. Then the lightbulb went off. "Here." He handed Dean back to Cas.

Sam grabbed a bag and rushed to the kitchen. Less than two minutes later he was back with a bottle. Hurrying back to Cas as if they had to defuse a bomb.

"Here you go little man." Dean took the bottle and silenced immediately.
"He was just hungry."

"Just hungry?" Cas seemed dumbfounded. "That was quite a lot of fuss for 'just hungry', Dean." He spoke to the child and Sam laughed. This was going to be an adventure.