No credit to me! All credit to the CW!

Sam came out of the dingy motel room, his face panicked and his hands in the air, defensively. "Look, I don't know, okay? When I went in, he was like that…don't blame me!"

"Who? Who is like what?" Dean asks as he walked into their room. "Whoa…" He slowly lifted a finger and said "What the hell is that?!"

Sam shrugged his shoulders "Like I said…he was like that when I came in."

Cas was sitting cross legged on the floor with a toy train in his hand. "Choo-choo!" the grinning toddler shrieked.

"Why the hell is he four?"

Cas' big blue eyes grew wide as he covered his mouth with his hand. "Ummm! You said a bad word!" His face grew a pouty as he threatened Dean, "I'm telling Sammy on you!"

Dean's green eyes grew with disbelief as the trench coat clad toddler got up and waddled over to Sam. Tugging on Sam's jeans until he was picked up, Cas grabbed Sam's neck and whined "Sammy! Dean said a no-no word!"

Sam smiled, "Yes I know little Cas, but we mustn't repeat him, okay?"

Cas cooed and hugged Sam's neck a little tighter, "Otay Sammy."

"Dean, no more cursing in front of Cas!"

"But...it's still just Cas!" Sam glared at him over the child's dark hair and Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah…Whatever Martha Stewart."

Satisfied, Sam placed Cas on the ground, telling him to "go play while Dean and he have a grown up talk, outside".

"Man, what the fuck was that?! That's not Cas…that's a…a kid!"

Throwing Dean the biggest bitch face he could muster Sam replied, "Dean, think about it. He looks just like Cas, He's wearing the trench coat, he has his angel blade, the whole nine yards! Something…something must have turned him back into a fledgling."

"A what?!"

"You know…a fledgling." Sighing at the look of confusion on Dean's face, Sam continued. "A baby angel."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me…we don't have time for this!"

"Yeah, well, we're going to have to make time because we can't leave hi-". Sam was interrupted by a loud crash from inside the motel room.

Dean, his face whitened with fear, sprinted to the room. "Cas?! Castiel!"

When the brothers reached the room, they were greeted by the sight of an overturned table, a broken lamp, and an angel on the verge of tears.

Dean, although relieved, yelled "God damn it Cas!"

Cas didn't know they were there and was taken by surprise at Dean's tone and volume. Turning around slowly, he started to cry, "I-I'm so sworry!"

Sam glared at Dean and Dean instantly melted. "Hey-hey now." He said moving towards Cas and picking him up. "It's okay! It's okay little Cassie." Cas started to smile as Dean wiped his tears away. "Let's go clean you up, okay?"

"Otay Deanie." Cas wraped his little arms around Dean's neck. "I love you Deanie."

Dean almost hesitated before saying the words he had wanted to say for so long. The words that, even though spoken to a child, meant more to him than anything. "I love you too, Cas."

Sam smirked at Dean's response, thinking Damn! Took you long enough! But, of course you would only say it to fledging Cas. Shaking his head, he snorted Sometimes Dean is a real idiot.

Dean, noticing Sam's snort, snaped his fingers and pointed at the overturned table. "Hey! Clean up this mess!"

Sam sighed, shaking his head as he began to bend over.

"No!" Cas shrieks. "No! I do it! I do it!" Dean had almost gotten him to the bathroom when Cas jumped out of his arms. Dean was scared that Cas would hurt himself and yelled at Sam to grab him. As Sam scooped the flaying toddler up, Cas put two chubby fingers on his forehead and knocked him unconscious. Dean tried to sneak behind Cas and catch him off guard. Hmm…maybe fledglings are more dangerous than we thought.

Cas bent over the broken lamp, touched it, and it was immediately fixed. When Dean lunged forward to grab his trench coat, Cas turned around and placed the fixed lamp in Dean's hands.

"I fixed it!" A proud grin covered Castiel's face. "All by myself!"

"Yeah...Yeah you did…" Dean, still confused, placed the lamp on the now righted table and cautiously approached Cas. "Hey…Cas?"

Castiel, who was too busy playing train on Sam's forehead, didn't even look up. "Yeah Deanie?"

"How…how about putting Sam back together? That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Cas stoped playing and looked up at Dean, his blue eyes filled with confusion, "But…Deanie…He isn't broken…"

Dean laughed nervously "No, um, right, of course not." If grown Cas couldn't understand metaphors what made him think fledgling Cas could? "What I meant to say was, Why don't we wake Sam up, huh?"

A grin replaced Castiel's confused look, "Of course Deanie!" Cas placed his tiny hand on Sam's forehead and hopped behind Dean.

Sam opened his eyes and was greeted by his older brothers apologetic smile and Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's knee saying "I wuv you Deanie!" Sam rolled his eyes and stood up. I swear, as soon as Cas is in adult form again, I'll tie them down and make them kiss if they don't do it themselves!

Cas looked up expectantly, if not even a bit hopeful. Dean, who couldn't possibly resist, picked him up and held him lovingly against his chest, "I….I love you too, Cas."

Sam rolled his eyes as he watched Dean bury his face in the toddler's hair, but on the inside he knew….deep down, they were supposed to be together, and now, he was sure, Dean knew it too. Now, if we can just get him big again…

Sam took Cas from Dean and said "Hey, how about a little nap, huh? How does that sound?"

Cas' only reply was a yawn as Sam put him in Dean's bed.

"Go to sleep," Dean smiled down lovingly "and we'll be right here when you wake up, okay?"

"Otay." Cas cooed as he closed his deep blue eyes. Pulling out his angel blade, he cuddled with it until he was fast asleep.

The smile from Dean's face quickly disappeared as he met Sam's gaze. "Alright, time to fix Cas."