Wishes, Angel Gifts, and Tiny Kisses

A/N: Not gonna be my best work. First de-aging story, please review and tell me what you think. Lots of cute, fluffy, love and very cute baby!Dean. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to comment and tell me.

Chapter 1: Secrets Revealed and Wishes Granted

Castiel never dreamt of the day he'd meet John Winchester's sons. But apparently, he pulled his oldest out of Hell. He never told the boys about knowing their father, but Castiel had remembered something about Dean. Though Sam was clearly John's favorite, John never seemed to keep quiet about Dean when he was a baby. He also remembered John's deepest wish.

FLASHBACK

"Hey Castiel. What's up?" John asked as he leaned back on the bench lazily.

"Hello, John. Nothing, that I know of." Castiel said, taking a spot next to John on the bench. Castiel sat stiffly. John laughed.

"You remind me of my oldest son, Dean. He used to sit like that when he was a kid, trying to look 'grown-up and important' as he put it. But he was the absolute most active baby. I'll bet he's still as ADHD as he was then."

"I'd love to meet Samuel and Dean one day. They seem like such good people."

"They are. Sam's a real good kid. Innocent, sweet, a little soft. Dean is more of a hard ass soldier who refuses to show any weakness unless he's alone. Not one to be fussed over or taken care of. But, you bet he was the cutest baby. Chubby cheeks, a head full of thick blonde hair, and the most beautiful bright emerald green eyes. I wish he could have had a good childhood. I wish I could take it back and give him what he deserves."

Castiel had heard about Dean as a baby a million times, but it was the first time he'd heard John wish to give Dean a good childhood.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

Castiel never stopped thinking about John's wish, and after he met Dean, he understood why John wanted it for him. Dean was a hard ass. But, fortunately, now that Castiel had been around awhile, Dean eased up. Well, now Castiel had a little plan he was going to make a reality. He called it Operation: Wish Granter. And he was about to grant one hell of a wish. He popped into the dusty motel room Sam and Dean were occupying at the moment. Dean was sharpening a knife and Sam was tapping away on his laptop.

"Hello, Sam. Hiya, Dean." Castiel said, giving Dean a sweet smile.

"Um, hey Cass. Is there a reason you're all of a sudden saying hiya and smiling at me all weird?" Dean asked.

"Dean, Sam, if I tell you a secret, will you get angry?"

"No."

"I know your father, John. God thought he belonged in Heaven. And he has I wish that I want to fulfill for him, as well as to satisfy my curiosity."

"Castiel! You knew our dad wasn't in eternal torture and didn't tell us? You are one twisted son of a bitch!"

"You said you would not get angry."

"Yeah? Well, I am! You have no right to-"

Dean was caught off guard by Castiel gently putting something in his mouth and comforting him. Castiel was hugging him, telling him it was okay, that he didn't need to worry. His eyes were kind and warm. Dean still hadn't figured out what Castiel had put in his mouth until Sam started laughing.

"D-Dean t-there's a pacifier in y-your mouth!" Sam exclaimed through laughs.

Dean spit it out quickly and turned crimson before running to the bathroom and vigorously brushing his teeth. Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

"Sam, I thought humans liked pacifiers." Castiel said.

"Well, um, usually babies use pacifiers, not adults. To my knowledge, Dean never even sucked on a pacifier." Sam said.

Dean returned from the bathroom, glaring at Sam and Castiel.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Cass?" Dean asked, sitting on his bed and throwing the light blue pacifier at Castiel.

"Pacifiers soothe. I figured with all the yelling you were doing, you needed some comfort. You were upset." Castiel said.

"Well it didn't soothe me! You can't just shove pacifiers into grown men's mouths."

"It's okay, Dean. Calm down."

"What with you and treating like I'm two? And why do you even have a pacifier in your pocket?"

"It's part of my plan."

"What plan?"

"This plan."

Castiel touched his fingertips to Sam and Dean's temples. Dean felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, then numbness before he blacked out. Sam had blacked out on the spot. Sam's head was spinning as he sat up, rubbing his head and blinking rapidly. He was in a strange place. A little, organized room with light blue and green walls, light green carpet, white furniture, and a teddy bear theme. Sam looked down at himself.

'Nope. Still a 6'4 giant.' Sam thought.

He searched around frantically for Dean and Castiel. He found Castiel sitting in a white wicker rocking chair, rocking something bundled in a light green blanket. Sam stood in front of him.

"Castiel, where's Dean? I can't find him! Please tell me you know where he is! I'm freakin' out!" Sam exclaimed.

He heard a frightened cry come from the blanket wrapped thing. Then, all he heard were sobs. Castiel took a few minutes to comfort the bundle, whispering, singing, and rocking it until it went back to sleep. Castiel gave Sam a shame on you glance. Sam frowned.

"Is that-" Sam started, too baffled to say much else.

"Is this your big brother? Yes, this is Dean. And you need to keep your voice down, you're frightening him. He's trying to sleep." Castiel said.

"Why? Why would you do this?"

"Because it is your father's wish for Dean to have a happy childhood."

"How- How old is he?"

"Just barely old enough to sit up with support, so about 4 months old."

"4 months old? Why so young?"

"Because I wanted him to be that young. Go explore the house. I'll take care of Dean. He should wake up to eat soon."

"What do you mean eat? Like you're gonna feed him a bottle?"

"Have you ever known a baby to eat any other way?"

"Well, uh, no, I guess. I don't know crap about taking care of babies."

"Sam, no foul language. I do not want Dean to pick up on it."

Sam shook his head. He could not believe that was his brother. He reached out to touch the small child, but Castiel stopped him.

"Sam, would you like to hold him?" Castiel asked.

"I-He's so small…I don't want to hurt him or drop him." Sam said.

"Sam, here. I promise, it's okay to hold him. He needs to know you, too."

Castiel handed Dean to Sam, making sure he supported his head. Dean was still fast asleep, and when he hit Sam's arms, he snuggled into Sam's chest. Sam smiled and pulled back the blanket just a little so he could see Dean's face. Sam smiled more when Dean gripped his index finger and wouldn't let go. He just couldn't believe how tiny and helpless Dean looked. Sam actually thought he might like the whole 'big brother' thing. Sam couldn't wait for Dean to wake up so he could see what color his eyes were. Castiel smiled at Sam's new relationship with the small baby that was Dean Winchester. Castiel walked downstairs to make Dean a bottle for when he woke up. He wanted to give Sam time with his big, now baby, brother. Sam anxiously awaited his brother's awakening. It wasn't till 30 minutes later, Dean decided to show his large, innocent, emerald eyes to the world. Sam smiled and kissed Dean's tiny nose. Dean giggled cutely and gurgled. Sam laughed. He'd never thought he'd hear his brother gurgle, but to him, senseless baby noises had never been cuter.

"Hiya, Dean." Sam cooed.

Dean rubbed his eyes and tried not to go back to sleep. He then looked down at his little body, and his eyes widened in shock. Dean opened his mouth to ask about what was going on, but his eyes brimmed with tears and he started wailing. Dean quickly went to cover his mouth, but his stupid hands wouldn't do what he wanted. He looked up at Sam, who was now tickling him under the chin and cooing at him to comfort him.

"Oh, Dean what's wrong, buddy? Are you hungry? Castiel's making you a bottle. You want a bottle?" Sam asked.

'Excuse me? Do I look like a one year old to you? I don't drink bottles!' Dean thought. He became angry when he realized whatever his adult mind thought or told his body to do, it wasn't listening.

Castiel came in a short time later with a bottle of warm formula. He handed it to Sam who stuck the bottle in Dean's mouth. Dean suckled the bottle happily, looking up at Sam and Castiel. Sam wondered about what he was going to do with Dean to keep him entertained. He burped Dean and started cradling him again. Dean was smiling and giggling as Sam played with him.

"You're a good boy, huh, Dean? You're a cute little baby!" Sam cooed.

Dean giggled and touched Sam's face. Of course, Dean's developing mind didn't understand, but he knew it was positive. Sam hugged Dean to his chest.

"It's looks like you've got Dean under control. I have some business to attend to in Heaven. I'll be back soon. Bye-bye, Dean." Castiel said, kissing Dean on the forehead. Dean extended his tiny arms to Castiel, but he had disappeared.

"Okay, Dean. Let's find something to do." Sam said, carrying Dean downstairs.