This is set somewhere in season 6 and Sam has a soul. Please review and tell me what you think. This is my first Supernatural fanficiton story. Please review!
"Sam," I screamed as a demon threw him across the room. Sam smacked his head against the wall heard, knocking him unconsciece.
I tried to help him, but stopped dead when I heard a nasty growl behind me. I whipped around quickly, my eyes landing on nothing. The sporadic barks of the hellhounds were coming from every direction and I had no way of telling how many of them there were.
Crowley laughed and I sent him a glare, hating him with every fiber of my being. I also hated myself for being so stupid as to walk into a trap like this. Suddenly Castiel was behind him, his hand raised, ready to kill Crowley once and for all. Cas's hand was a few inches away from its target when Crowley began to speak in a different language. I didn't need to be a genius to figure out that he was casting a spell.
As soon as the first word was out of Crowley's mouth Castiel's body started to jerk uncontrollably. Fear distorted his facial feature and he cried out in what I could only assume was pain. I cured out loud as Crowley continued the incantation and Castiel dropped to his keens.
I took a step towards them, wanting so desperately to help Castiel, but the barking of the hellhounds kept me at bay. It was then I realized that this was Crowley's plan from the beginning. He wanted Cas, not Sam, not me, he didn't care about us. He wanted Castiel, for only God knows what.
When Crowley finished Castiel was consumed by an extremely bright, almost white light that soon filed the entire room. When the light finally faded, I scanned the room. Crowley was gone, along with all the other demons and hellhounds. Sam was slowly starting to come around and where Castiel once stood was just a pile of his clothes.
I felt my eyes water as I ran over the bundle of clothes, thinking that he was dead. I bent down to pick up his trench coat; it was the only thing I had left of him. But when I went to grab it I uncovered a dark haired, blue eyed baby smiling up at me.
I gasped loudly, taken back by what I saw. Crowley had changed Castiel into a baby. Why? I had no idea, but I was certain that when word got out demons from all around would be lined up for miles at a chance to take him. A baby angel was just too easy of a target.
Without thinking I wrapped Castiel up in his trench coat. The bulkiness made him awkward to hold, but I took comfort I the fact that it would keep him warm. I made my way to Sam, keeping Cas close to me.
Sam slowly stood up, his hand bracing his back. "What happened?" he muttered.
"Nothing to exciting, but I hope you ready to be a daddy, cuz congratulations it's a boy." I gave Sam my signature smirk.
Confusion was plastered across Sam's face as he unintelligently muttered, "What?"
"Crowley turned Cas into a baby," I explained and uncovered the baby's face, showing Sam.
Sam's mouth fell open and he huffed. "What do we do now?' he asked.
I shrugged, "Go to Bobby's and see if we can find some way to reverse it," I answered, pulling Cas tighter into me. "And we better hurry; every demon on this Earth is going to want him."
When we walked outside, the cold December air hit us like a brick wall. Cas started to fuss a little and I shifted him in my arms, blocking him from the cold wind. The Impala was just around the corner. Snow started to fall and I rubbed Cas' back, trying to keep him from crying.
When we finally reached the impala I handed Cas off to Sam. I jumped in the driver's side and started up the car. I was a little shocked when Sam got into the back, but then I remembered that a baby in the front seat was considered unsafe.
"We need to stop and get a few things," Sam said from the backseat.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well for starters, a car seat," Sam raised his eyebrows at me.
"He's an angel; I don't think he can die in a car accident. Can't we just put him in a seatbelt and call it good?" I said, but I kept my eyes peeled for a store that would carry baby supplies.
Sam laughed without humor, "Yeah and when we get pulled over you can explain to the officer why it is okay to have a baby in a seatbelt. Good luck with the whole angel thing."
"Alright, alright, so we need a car seat. What else?" I shook my head.
"Well, like you said, he is an angel so we don't need to feed him. I don't think. So bottles and formula is out. We need blankets, clothes, a binky, a crib…"
"But he doesn't sleep," I interrupted.
"Yeah, but where are we going to put him while we sleep? We can't just leave him on the floor." Sam looked down at Cas.
"Can't he just lay down with one of us?"
"No, Dean, we might squish him."
"Right, we might squish the angel," I muttered rubbing my face with my right hand. "What is his doing now?"
"He's just looking at me, sucking on his fist. His hair is really curly. Has it always been curly?"
"No. I'm going to call Bobby and let him know what is going on. You keep thinking of things that we might need." I ordered Sam and got my phone out of the glove box and dialed up Bobby's number. The phone rang three times and I was ready to hang up when Bobby finally answered.
"Hello?" he answered in his gruff voice.
"Bobby, something happened during our battle with Crowley. He started speaking in some strange language that I have never heard before and well, you won't believe this, but he changed Cas into a baby." I told him. The other end was silent for a few moments and I was afraid that Bobby didn't believe me.
I was relieved when he asked, "Where are you now?"
"Um, still in Colorado. We are one our way to your place, but we are going to make a stop and get some supplies for our little bundle of joy." I looked through the review mirror; I could sort of see Sam and Cas.
"Okay, I will start doing some research, but I don't know that I will find. You guys just get here safe."
"Will do Bobby." I said and hung up.
"What did Bobby say?" Sam asked.
"That he will start some research and to get there safe." I told him. My eyes started to droop, but I shook my head roughly.
Sam must have noticed because he said with concern, "Dean, Bobby's is almost a day's drive from here. Why don't we just stop somewhere for the night?"
"It's only seven," I protested, but I really did want to stop.
"That gives us plenty of time to find a place and get the things we need."
"Okay," I drove for another twenty minutes till I found a Wal-mart. I parked in the maternity section and Sam gave me a dirty look, "What? We have a baby."
Sam just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He held Castiel close has he got out. I walked around the car and held out my hands. Sam gently passed Cas to me and I put Cas' face into my shirt. I wanted him to be was warm as possible. Cas grabbed onto my shirt with both of his fist. Again I started to rub is back in small circles.
The warm hit us as we walked through the door and I let up my grip on Cas. He little fists still clutched onto me and he started to chew on his hand. I made my way to the baby section in the store. First thing first, was clothes. I had no idea what size he was or how to read the sizes of baby clothes. And trust me when I say, there are millions of baby clothes to choose from.
I grabbed a pink onesie that had the words 'Pop Princess' on it. I held it up for Sam to see. "Hey, Sam look, blackmail. We could take pictures and everything," I grinned at him.
"Dean, focus." Sam said picking up a camouflaged shirt.
"He's no fun. Is he Cas?" I mumbled into Cas' head. He had that baby smell and I was reluctant to admit that I liked it.
Once we had a few articles of clothing, mainly onesies, we moved on to blankets. We ended p getting three of the softest we could find. One had a teddy bear on it and the other two had angels on it. Sam thought it was fitting to get the ones with angels. So we did. Next we needed a crib and car seat.
Picking out a car seat was easy, we just found the one that would be easiest to work, but the crib was another story. Sam wanted a little play pen type thing, but I wanted a full sized crib. There was no way of knowing how long we would have baby Castiel and if he was going to be stuck in a crib for eight hours a night, then we might as well get him one that's comfortable. But Sam wanted one that was easy to set up and take down, in case we needed to relocate or something. In the end we decided to get both. The full sized crib would stay at Bobby's and the play pen would be used when we traveled.
Sam made his way into the toy isle. "Does Cas need toys?' he asked.
"Of course he needs toys," I answered, "All babies need toys."
Then Castiel started to talk baby talk as if to tell us he agreed with me. I smiled and started to rock him. Sam grabbed a few toys, mainly ones that he could grab on to and chew on. There was this one that I partially liked. It was an arch and little animals hung done from in, Cas would lay on his back and reach up for them.
Cas continued to gibber jabber as we walked into the movie section. Sam insisted that we get some baby friendly cartoons for him. We picked out a bunch of Disney movies and a few others such as Barney, Max and Ruby, and Bubble Guppies. Satisfied with our collection we decided it was time to check out, but I stopped before we could get to the cash register.
"What is it Dean?" Sam asked a little annoyed.
"We need a walker," I said turning back to the baby section.
"Do you need it now?" Sam asked.
I looked at him seriously, "I don't know. Cas do we need it now?"
Castiel, who hasn't stopped talking, let out a high pitched squeal. And rock back forcefully. For a moment I was afraid I would drop him, but I caught him and steadied him with my left hand. My shirt was soaked where he had drooled on it, but I didn't care.
"You heard him," I said smugly to Sam.
While back in the baby section Sam and I were arguing over which walker to get; the one with jungle animals or the one with sea animals. A mother gave us a weird look and approached us. She was carrying a little girl with a pink bow in her hair.
"First time parents?" she asked.
"Yep," I answered without looking at her. I was not in the mood to have this conversation, but luckily Sam was nice enough to converse with her.
"My brother is gay and he and his partner have been trying to adopt for months now," she said in a light tone.
"We're brothers." I turned towards her.
"Oh," she said, sounding surprised and a little disgusted, "That's nice." Then she quickly walked away holding her baby closer to her as he walked.
"Some people," I said throwing in binky and a white teddy bear in the cart.
"Why did you tell her we are brothers?" Sam asked putting the jungle animal walked in the cart.
I was a surprised he said that, "Would you rather think we are gay?"
"Yeah, Dean, it's better than her thinking we're into incest." Sam raised his voice a little.
"Well, I guess I will…Soap, we need baby soap," I suddenly remembered, marching off to find the soap isle.
When we were finally checking out Castiel was starting to fuss and wiggle around. I tried to sooth him by rocking him and humming to him, but he wouldn't have it. He wanted to be put down. I rubbed his back, but that only seemed to agitate him even more. Our clerk quickened her pace; she knew that the water works were coming.
Cas' blue eyes started to fill with big alligator tears. They were rolling down his cheeks and he wailed out. I wanted to put him down right then, on the cold, hard, store floor, but I knew that it would look bad. So I just tightened my grip on him.
"Look Cas," Sam said as he shook a rattle in front of his face. This seemed to calm him down quite a bit. Cas reached out for the rattle and Sam handed it to him, but Cas dropped it as soon as Sam let go. He started crying before the rattle even hit the ground.
Sam bent down to get it and then held out his hands. I gladly handed Cas over. I was stunned and a bit jealous when Cas automatically stopped crying the second he was in Sam's arms. So much for our "Profound Bond"
Eventually we got everything packed into the car. It took a lot of shoving and cramming, but we got everything in. Cas isn't too fond of his new car seat, but he is just going to have to suck it up. He started to cry when we buckled him in, but Sam saved the day when he gave him a binky and rattle. He shook that rattle the entire way to the hotel, by the time we got there I was about to throw the rattle out the window. But Sam gently reminded me that Cas liked it.
We went inside to check in. Cas was pretty pleased with the place, he wouldn't stop talking as we tried to check in. We decide to get a nicer place this time, since we had a baby and all. We were assigned a room on the third floor. The elevator ride was a little awkward, a woman in her early forties kept commenting on how beautiful Cas was.
"So Sam, do you want to put the play pen together or give Cas a bath?" I asked.
"Play pen," Sam answered immediately, giving me Cas.
I put Cas on the bed so I could fill up the bathtub. I knew that it needed to be warm, but not too hot. Getting it to the right temperature was difficult, but I eventually got it right. I was careful not to fill it up too full. I didn't need Castiel drowning.
When I went to retrieve Castiel he had his foot in his mouth and he was talking around it. I laughed at him and gently picked him up; his foot was still in his mouth when I put in the water. I held up his head with my left and with a stirrer foam cup I poured water on him. I massaged his head with shampoo. Sam was right; his dark hair had become curly. His blue eyes watched me, trusting me, to take care of him.
After his bath I wrapped him up in an over sized towel to dry him off and then dressed him in a plain white onesie. Sam was already drifting off to sleep on one of the beds. My eyes were starting to get heavy again I gently started to rock Cas. I went around and picked up a few things that Cas could play with through the night. I laid Cas done on his back in the play pen. I covered him up with one of the angel blankets and handed him rattle. I put a binky in him mouth and a teddy bear by his head.
It was eleven and I was exhausted. I climbed into my bed and quickly fell asleep.