A/N: This is my first supernatural Fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it! Also, Castiel is about 5!
"CROWLEY!" Castiel screamed into the dark.
Castiel waited a moment.
He's not here yet, Castiel thought, what if he doesn't show up?
He knew he shouldn't be so impatient but when you are as scared as Castiel, you wouldn't want anyone who could possibly help to be any later then they have to be. So, Castiel did what he thought was best, cry. It didn't do any good, not really.
" Crowley stopped dead when he spun around to look at Castiel.
There were wings bigger than his little body attached to his back. They were black, as any other angels would be. The moon light reflected off of his wings which gave them an odd color resembling oil in a puddle of water. They were beautiful. And then there were his eyes. His eyes were blacker than his wings. Just as they would be on a demon. It startled Crowley. He was fully aware of Castiel. The first angel-demon hybrid. But still, to actually see it, in person, was more startling then you would think. The tears pouring out of his eyes made him look even more strange. It was like watching a leaky faucet drip out of a black pit of nothing.
He looks terrifying, Crowley thought.
"Do y-you really t-think that?" Castiel hiccupped.
Crowley didn't reply. He forgot angels could read minds, even a demons. Castiel started to sob harder.
"Hey, Cassie," he approached awkwardly. The father role wasn't his thing but what would you do if you were confronted with this kind of situation? "Why are you crying?" Crowley asked cautiously.
Castiel looked up Crowley. His eyes had changed back to their normal shade of blue but looked a bit red from crying. "I'm a freak.." he sniffles. His head looking down, shuffling his feet. Crowley sighed. There was no denying the fact that Castiel was different. He wouldn't consider him a freak. Just different.
"Now," Crowley said cheerfully, his accent ringing in his ears,"I wouldn't say that. You're rather special in the supernatural world!" And that was true. In a different way of course, but Crowley figured that he shouldn't tell him that.
"Really?" Castiel said with excitement. The thought of even being remotely special to someone (or something) made Castiel the happiest kid in the world. Crowley nodded in agreement. Castiel was so caught up with his happiness and imagining scenarios that he almost forgot that Crowley was still there.
"You can go now," Castiel beamed, "I feel better now."
Crowley gave Castiel a look of confusion. Was that all he needed him to say? It's okay because you're special somewhere else? But he didn't leave just yet, he still had something to say. "Um, Castiel?" Crowley began, "Your wings?" Castiel started to walk away when Crowley had called him. He turned back around and ran back towards Crowley.
"Yes?" He panted, "What about them?"
"You can put them away, right?" Castiel nodded his head and demonstrated by folding them inwards and tucking them into his back.
"Good," Crowley smiled, "And remember, do not tell anyone about your eyes or wings. If you do, you could be taken away, you hear? And try to control yourself. Don't let anyone get you mad and you go crazy on them."
"I promise I will." Castiel smiled. He really liked Crowley, king of hell or not. Crowley waved goodbye and disappeared. Castiel ran back to his Orphanage with a wide smile on his face.
Till next time Crowley.