I could not help writing this. I enjoy every story about de-aged Supernatural characters. If you have never read any, find them. They are quite wonderful.
I plan to update this one every few days. I also have written the finally chapters of my older stories. I will post them within a few days. My life is finally settling and we are home and hopefully no more hospitals for a while!
Enjoy!
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Dean paces the bunker, back and forth. He should have heard from Cas by now. Cas had called to say he was on his way to the bunker hours ago. He wasn't more than an hour away when he had spoken to him.
"I am sure he just stopped Dean. He may have needed rest or food. He fell, Dean. Being human can't be easy for him." Sam tries to calm Dean's pacing.
"No shit it can't be easy. He is a sitting duck out there Sam. We should have gone and gotten him, forget that he said he would be fine." Dean runs his hands through his hair.
A soft knock on the door makes both Winchesters run to the door. Dean throws it open. "What the hell?"
Standing there is a young boy, wrapped in a very dirty trench coat. The young boy looks up at Dean, eyes full of tears.
"Cas." Dean whispers, it isn't a question. Those eyes are burned into Dean's memory forever. "What the fuck happened?"
Cas doesn't move, he wraps the coat tighter around himself and shifts on his feet. Sam stares with an open mouth and wide eyes. Dean looks over Cas, realizing he isn't saying anything or moving.
Cas is dirty and barefoot. His little feet are all torn up. The trench coat seems to be the only clothes that he has on. He is no more than five years old. Something had happen since he last talked to him, something pretty crazy.
Dean leans down and pushes the hair out of Cas' face. The tears that were in Cas' eyes are now falling down his cheeks. Dean buries his own emotions back down. He can freak out later, right now he had to get Cas inside and safe. "It's ok now Cas. We will figure it out. You are home and safe now." Dean picks Cas up and carries him into the bunker.
Cas sighs heavy and buries his face in the crook of Dean's neck. "Dean," He whispers. "I made it back to you. It was hard. I am tired."
Dean squeezes Cas a little tighter. His angel not only lost his wings, but someone had done a number to him. "Sam, go fill the tub." Dean looks over at his brother who hasn't moved. "Sam!"
Sam shakes his head a bit, "Dean, don't you think we need to know what the hell happened! Cas is a kid."
"No shit, Sherlock. I always knew you were the smart one." Dean sasses back at his brother. "Right now, we need to get him clean and fix his feet. He can't tell us anything if he is upset. One thing at a time Sam. This isn't the weirdest shit we have seen. Pull it together for now. We can freak later."
Sam turns to go fill their bath. He mumbles something about Dean and his attachment to Cas. Dean just pulls Cas closer and rubs his back. It wasn't really time to start arguing about his feelings for Cas. Right now he had to take care of him and then fix him.
"Cas, I'm going to set you on the counter while I dig for some stuff to clean your feet." Dean settles Cas on the counter and starts opening the draws and cabinets. He knows that there is some wound cleaner in the bunker that is supposed to not sting. He got it for Kevin when he had complained that he wasn't a hunter and didn't bite bullets to cope with pain. "Found it."
Dean smiles up at Cas as he rises, "Ready to get cleaned up?"
Cas nods his head but doesn't say anything. "Ok, Come on." Dean grabs Cas up and heads into the bathroom.
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"How and the hell did this happen Dean?" Sam asks, raising his voice.
"Sam, lower your voice." Dean peeks into the bathroom, Cas was still sitting in the tub, using the face cloth to clean his arms and legs. "He is hardly speaking Sam. Let me get him clean and fix up his poor feet and then we will try to figure it out. I need you to go get some clothes for him."
"What? Why me? You go."
Dean rolls his eyes. "Sam he hardly let go of me when I got him in the tub. I am not leaving him, and he can't go. Whoever or whatever did this to him is out there. He stays here until we figure it out. I stay with him."
"I guess you are right. I'll get some stuff for him.
can't believe this crap. Poor Cas." Sam sighs and grabs his coat. He yells for Kevin.
Kevin comes out of the library and sighs, "I told you that while I was in here to leave me alone."
"Well Sorry to interrupt your studies but I need your help. We gotta go get Cas some stuff and get some food." Sam begins to pull his coat on.
"Cas is here? Why didn't he come say hi?" Kevin asks the guys.
Dean opens the door to the bathroom and Cas looks up from the tub. He waves a small wave to Kevin.
"Oh shit. That is not good." Kevin whispers. "Is this from the fall or something else?"
Dean shrugs his shoulders, "As of now we don't know. He isn't speaking much. I talked to him hours ago and he was definitely grown Cas, human yes, but he wasn't a five year old."
Kevin runs and gets his coat. Sam turns to Dean, "I'll get him some kid stuff. So we don't know anything?"
"Well he knew us and he knew to come here so we can gather that he has his memories. Now we need to figure out at what point he became mini-Cas. Lord help us. He was helpless before this."
"We will figure it out Dean. We will get him back to normal." Sam claps Dean on the shoulder as he leaves.
"We better. I need him." Dean rubs his face and grabs a towel to get Cas out of the tub.
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Cartoons blast from the tv area. Dean still can't tell if it is regression or not, Cas always watched cartoons. Dean has taken care of Cas' feet and left him naked and wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket. He hopes Sam will be back soon.
As soon as he thinks it, Sam and Kevin come through the door, bickering about the clothes they bought.
"Just because you wear flannel like it is your uniform does not mean Cas has to be head to toe. I mean he is a kid now, he may have liked the ones I picked." Kevin is debating Sam.
"Just give the stuff to Dean and go back and get the food." Sam laughs. Both Sam and Dean have gained a little brother and it felt good that Kevin was finally feeling like he was family.
Dean takes the bags into Cas and sits next to him on the couch. "Cas, you want to dress? You can dress then we can make something to eat."
Cas' big eyes take Dean in and then he reaches into the bag. Cas starts pulling the clothes out and throwing them everywhere."
"Cas, slow down. Just, here wear the pjs. It is late and after we eat, we will go to bed."
Cas tilts his head and looks at Dean. It is a move so Cas that Dean has to smile. He may be a kid but he is still Castiel. He hands Cas the pjs and a pair of underwear." Try these on."
Cas stands and drops the blanket. Dean laughs again, Cas still has no idea of modesty.
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Twenty minutes later they have Cas, sitting on some of Kevin's books, eating spaghetti at the table. He is wolfing it down and has more on his face than any of the guys have ever seen.
Cas still hasn't said a word since telling Dean that he had found him. Dean was having a personal battle about whether to push Cas to start talking. He did not want to stress Cas out, it is obvious that he has been through a hell of a day, but in order to figure it out, Cas has to talk. Information and the need for it won out over silence, at least he would try.
"Cas, Can you remember how this happened?" Dean says softly as he brushes Cas' hair out of his eyes.
Cas leans into Dean's hand like a cat would. He looks at the three men around the table, then just at Dean. Cas' lip starts to quiver a bit.
Dean grabs Cas up and slides him into his lap. Cas buries his face into Dean's chest. Sam and Kevin start to clean up the dinner.
"You are safe Cas. In order to figure out what happened, you have to tell us." Dean murmers against Cas' hair as he rubs his back. This was something Dean was very good at, taking care of someone. It is really what he does best, as long as it isn't himself he needs to care about.
Cas pulls his head back lifting his saucey face up at Dean. Half of the mess has been left on Dean's shirt. "They knew I was trying to get to you. She didn't seem to like you Dean."
Dean tenses up a bit, "This happened because you were coming to us?"
Cas sighed and yawned, "I got a ride for a little while. One of the ladies asked me my name. She said I was yours. She knew who I was, and she did not like you."
"Ok Cas, just a few more minutes and I will get you in bed." Dean asks a another question, "They turned you into a kid?"
"Duh Dean. I didn't just do it myself." Cas spits out. "As soon as she realized who I was, she laughed and did this. She kicked me out of their car, yelling about one night stands and saying the wrong name."
Dean starts coughing as both Kevin and Sam turn quick looking at Dean.
"I did not understand her Dean, she was really strange. So I walked to you. I found you." Cas leans into Dean, yawning again.
"Dean," Sam starts,"why don't you go get Cas into bed and then we will have a talk."
Dean heads down the hall with a half asleep Cas on his shoulder. He slips Cas into his own bed. Dean isn't about to leave him alone tonight, he may wake and need him. Pulling the covers up over his now tiny best friend feels odd. He needs to get this fixed as soon as possible. He needs his Cas back, not mini-Cas. Dean heads back down to the kitchen, dreading the explanation he was going to have to give.