Small Hunters

by mackdizzy

When Cas and Dean miracolously get turned into small children, Cas keeping all of his knowledge but Dean having the brain of a three-year-old (and quite a small kid crush on Cas to go along with it) Sam has to take charge and figure out what got them like this-and how to turn them back.

I smiled, watching the two of them run around the playground. Even in this body, he was so sweet to Dean. I liked that. It helped me feel like I could trust him. I knew that I already could, but I still needed reminding sometimes, especially now. Dean was bending over, shuffling through rocks until he seemed to find something he liked. He jumped up, jacket flaring, and ran up the stairs to where Cas was standing by the monkey bars, awkwardly reaching to them, hands just short of the length. He put his hands down and opened his mouth, no doubt about to make a mind blowing theory that would surprise even me, when Dean tapped him on the shoulder. When Cas elegantly turned around (never really lost those wings) Dean handed him whatever he had found. A slight smile crossed Cas's lips. "Well, Dean..." He said in a small voice that was awkwardly much too small for him, but in a way seemed cute and even right. "That's very interesting. I shall take this shiny white rock home with me and set it in a collection, or at least one that I will be making."

Dean jumped a little, obviously overjoyed, and ran back down the stairs. Cas set the rock in one of his pockets, which I had no doubt would be filling up soon.