Hiya! This is my first Supernatural fic so I hope it's good! I have a thing about turning characters back in time, but I had to absolutely write this! Well, I hope you like it! Please review, favorite, and follow! Farwell and Enjoy!
-Let there be midnight
ME NO OWN SUPERNATURAL
The Boy and Angel
Back a Few
Sam didn't think that hunting monsters could ever get weirder than at this particular moment in his life. Because he had never seen anything stranger, weirder, and just plan crazy in front of him. But he guesses it must come along with the job at one point.
Standing in front of him was something he thought he would never see in his short human life. Twelve-year-old Dean and Castiel stood in front of him, both staring up at him with wide eyes. Well, Dean looked like he was about to break someone's neck and Cas just looked utterly confused like normal.
"Sam, I do not know what has happened to my vessel's body. Please explain." The black haired and blue eyed boy said, sounding so much like the older Castiel. Dean looked at the boy next to him grumpily, freckled nose scrunched up.
"We've been turned into little kids Cas." Dean replied, seeing as Sam was at a loss for words. "I don't think it could get anymore clearer than it is. Would you like me to go into further detail on how you are at this moment twelve?" he said sarcastically. Cas looked at Dean, seriously.
"That would be nice, thank you." The blonde haired boy just rolled his eyes and plopped down on the cheap motels bed, springs creaking from the suddenness.
"Um," Sam said uncertainty as Cas looked at him for answers, seeing as Dean wasn't going to give him the ones he wanted. "Well… um… I'm going to go get you two clothing that fit… Uh, okay?" Sam asked, pointing to the door, looking at Dean. "Well, yeah." He made his quick escape, leaving the two de-aged man and angel alone in the hotel room.
With nothing to do and questions unanswered, Castiel sat down next to Dean on the bed, his trench coat sliding off one shoulder as he did so.
"Cas, Can't you fix this?" Dean asked as he fell backwards on the bed, bouncing slightly from the springs in the mattress. Castiel looked behind him slightly and at Dean's freckled face.
"What do you mean? I don't understand." the boy replied. Dean sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes.
"You know? Work some of your mojo to turn us both to the appropriate age?" Dean said, looking at the angel boy with pleading bright green eyes. Castiel's eyebrows scrunched together as he looked sideways.
"It appears that my 'mojo' won't work in my vessel at the moment. Whatever has happened to us, seemed to affect my powers too." Castiel replied as Dean picked up the remote beside him and turned on the cheap television.
"Great, this is just great. Now you really are a big baby in a trench coat." he muttered. When he caught Castiel's hurt blue eyes at his comment, Dean quickly sat up with alarmed eyes, hand hovered over the black haired boy's shoulder. "Um, not that I really mean it, cause you know, you're great Cas! Awesome even! I meant it as a joke! See? Ha ha ha!" Dean laughed awkwardly. Castiel's nose scrunched up at that, the hurt disappearing.
"I do not understand this humor." he replied. Dean's shoulders dropped, hand dropping to his side.
"Of course you don't Cas." he muttered to himself. Castiel ignored his comment as he looked at the television that had been ignored up until now, eyes transfixed on the Scooby Doo cartoon that played.
"Dean, why is that dog talking? How is that even possible?" Castiel asked. Dean looked at the TV, smiling a little to himself.
"It's a cartoon, Cas. It's not a real dog. They just basically drew the dog, colored it, and had someone voice him." Dean explained, Castiel nodding slightly in responds as he became transfixed in the cartoon, even scooting closer to Dean to get closer to the TV. Dean didn't mind that much as he fell backwards on the bed, looking sideways at the TV as both of them watched Scooby Doo in peace, waiting for Sam to come back with the appropriate clothing and hopefully some food.
"I'm back!" Sam shouted as he entered the motel's room, dropping the Impala's keys onto the little table. He set down the two bags that contained hopefully enough clothing for both Dean and Cas for a week. He then sat down a bag of fast food on the table, looking up when no one answered him. The sight that he saw before him made his heart melt and a soft smile appear on his lips.
Dean and Castiel were lying side by side on the bed, both asleep as kid cartoons played on the TV. Sam had to admit, even though that this was weird by a long run, the two de-aged man and angel look adorable as they slept so close to each other.
Without looking away from the scene, Sam took out his phone and took five pictures of the two sleeping. "I might need this for later." he told himself quietly as he softly made his way to the bed and turned off the TV.
