The Winchesters had no idea how it happened, all they knew is that they came back to the motel after a hunt and there he was.
About three and a half feet smaller than usual, any manly features gone from the vessel, hair messier than usual, the trench coat he wore hanging off of practically every part of his body, tie hanging loosely at his feet, and obviously confused, maybe even a little pissed.
To put it simply; Castiel, the angel of the Lord, soldier of God…was a five year old.
After a long while of the two brothers staring at the toddler, finally, Sam spoke. "C-Castiel…? Is that you?"
The young angel looked up at him, eyebrow raised slightly. "Yes… and you are….?"
Sam's eyebrows furrowed confused, why didn't he know him? Sam looked to Dean expectantly. Dean had finally stopped gaping but was still confused as hell and hadn't said a word.
Castiel had grown slightly impatient, he had no idea where he was, he had no idea who these people were, and for some reason he was cut off from Heaven. No matter how hard he tried to get in contact he just couldn't, and it annoyed him, a lot.
"I asked who you were and I'm not getting an answer." Cas said annoyed.
"Well somebody's got a mouth on 'em." Dean said after what seemed like an eternity.
Castiel tilted his head, confused. "Of course I have a mouth, why wouldn't I?"
Dean let out a small chuckle; well at least one thing hadn't changed about the angel. He was still as clueless as ever.
"Alright kiddo, you said you wanted to know who we were, right?" asked Dean. Cas nodded.
"I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my little brother Sam." Dean said pointing to the younger Winchester standing next to him.
Castiel's head tilted again. "But… Sam is so much bigger than you… shouldn't he be the older one?"
Sam tried not to laugh, he really did, but he couldn't help himself. Dean glared at his younger brother, shutting him up quickly. Dean sighed and turned back to Castiel who was still confused.
"I can assure you, I'm the older brother." Dean said with a crooked smile. Cas just shrugged before speaking again. "Well… that still doesn't tell me why I'm here."
Dean let out a small huff. "Yeah well… the real question is, why don't you remember us, and why the hell are you a five year old."
"Am I supposed to know you?" Cas asked, this situation was getting more and more confusing by the minute.
Sam finally spoke again. "Well yeah, we uh… we were friend's of yours. You don't remember anything about us, anything at all?" Cas shook his head.
"Alright," Dean sighed, kneeling down to Castiel's eye level, Dean stared at him, face going serious. "We need you to think Cas, do you have any idea how you got here, why you're like this, anything at all?"
Castiel opened his mouth to answer before glaring at Dean. "Don't call me Cas, my name is Castiel, not Cas."
Dean spoke quickly. "Yeah, well, sorry kid, I like Cas better, it's easier to say, so I'm gonna call you Cas, got it?"
"Yeah, well, sorry dude, but my name is Castiel, got it?" Cas said in a mocking tone.
Dean was a little taken back. This Cas was pretty much nothing like the Castiel he knew. This kid had sass written all over him.
"Look, Cas," Dean purposely abbreviated the word Cas, just to piss the angel off. "I'm calling you Cas whether you like it or not. Now can we please get back to the point?"
Castiel shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not saying anything until you call me by my name."
Dean huffed angrily. "Now you're just being a douche! C'mon you arrogant little bastard, you wanna know why you're here and I wanna get you back to the way you were, so quit it so we can work shit out!"
Cas stared at Dean slightly bewildered before standing up straight and pointing a thumb at his chest. "I am an angel of the Lord, you cannot and will not talk to me like that, you hairless ape!" He growled.
Before Dean could say anything else Sam spoke, his tone telling them he was just as annoyed as Dean and Cas or maybe even more so. "Alright, alright! That's enough, both of you just shut up so we can figure this out, got it?!"
Dean and Cas fell silent, both slightly shocked by Sam's sudden outburst. Both nodded in unison, agreeing to stop their little argument.
Sam let out a sigh of relief and visibly calmed down. "Good," he said quietly. "Now, Castiel, you say you don't remember how you got here or even why you're here?" Cas didn't respond, just nodded solemnly. Sam continued, "Well that's a start… kind of, where were you before here?" Sam asked.
Cas thought for a moment before cracking the smallest of smiles. "Heaven, I was in Heaven." He said simply.
Sam nodded. "Alright good, can you get in contact with Heaven?" Cas shook his head. "I've already tried, I think I'm cut off for some reason…" He said sadly.
Sam sighed; everything always had to be complicated. Why couldn't things be simple every now and then?
"Okay, I'll need a while to think of some sort of a plan, maybe we can got Bobby's tomorrow and see what he thinks about this but," Sam said his voice turning serious very quickly. "You two better try to get along, I'm not having anybody's crap, understood?"
Both Dean and Cas pouted but nodded anyway. Sam nodded approvingly and spoke again, "I'm gonna call Bobby, tell him what's going on and see if he can help. You two play nice, alright?" he said turning away from the boys about to go outside and call Bobby.
Before Sam could even make it half way out the door Dean and Cas were glaring at each other.
It was going to be a long day… a very long day.