THIS WAS NOT PRE READ BY ANYONE BUT MYSELF (AND SPELL CHECK) AND ISN'T A SERIOUS ON GOING STORY. IT WAS WRITTEN SOLEY FOR THE ENTERAINMENT OF MY DEAR FRIEND FROM TUMBLR, UGHDEAN (GO CHECK EM' OUT)

THESE ARE FICLETS AND NOT AN ACTUALLY STORY BUT ARE BASED OFF THE SAME STORY LINE AND ARE RANDOM MOMENTS IN DEAN AND CASTIELS LIFE THAT I WILL POST WHEN IT COMES TO MIND. DONT EXPECT ANYTHING FROM ME.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION MADE BY ME AND SOLEY ME. THE CHARACTERES BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL CREATORS AND I TAKE NO CREDIT OF THEM WHAT-SO-EVER.

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Castiel had not seen the stick when he went flying towards the playground. But he felt it when he went face first into the dirt.

It hurt, a lot, and so he was crying when another boy reached him, and the dirt on his face slowly turned to muddy blotches when he was wiping the tears away.

"Are you a baby?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

"No."

Castiel definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with bullies. His everything hurt.

"Only babies cry over stupid stuff. I would know. I'm a big brother."

"That's nice," Cas felt a bit better, but everything still hurt, "I'm the littlest brother."

"You have blood on your knee. Come on, my dads a doctor...He can make you all better."

And then Castiel was on his feet and being pulled away, completely without his consent.

"Dad, this kid fell over and he cried and now he is bleeding. He needs immediate help."

Castiel was expecting a tall and nice looking man, with soft eyes and a gentle smile, considering the fact that this boy had said his dad was a doctor. So when the man turned towards him with a frown, a beard and an 'adults drink' in his hand, Castiel was a little confused.

"You can't be a doctor," he blurted at the man, "doctors don't look like motor bike riders."

The scary man laughed softly and bent over to pick Castiel up, but before he could freak out and scream, he was being placed on a picnic table, and the man was kneeling at his feet examining his leg.

"Whats the diagnosis Doc'?"

Castiel thought the boy looked an awful lot like his father, his eyes were green like the trees, and his nose was like a smaller versions of the mans, but his hair was a dirty yellow color, and it hung into his face when he leaned over his fathers shoulder to look at the blood.

"I think he has a terrible case of Broken Skin and Blood Gash." He said before raising his hand to ask Castiel for a high five.

Castiel was confused. No doctor he had ever met spoke like that, and they definitely didn't high five kids for there awesome work and making themselves bleed.

"Is it serious, Doctor?"

"No, nothing a few band-aids can't handle, assentient Dean."

Castiel, didn't like being confused. His dad had explained the feeling to him a while ago, and he had concluded that the feeling was something he never wanted to feel, because being confused meant he didn't know, he liked knowing.

"Is that your name then? Dean?"

"Yup."

Castiel didn't think he looked like a Dean. He looked more like a girl than a boy, really, and if he was to guess his name he would have said Billie. Dean looked like a Billie.

"I'm Castiel."

"What kind of name is Castiel? Oh, dont worry, it doesnt matter, come on lets go play!"

So they were off. But his knee hurt, and Gabriel had always told Cas to sook as much as he can now, because one day he wont be able to.

"Ouch!" He yelled as soon as he hit the ground.

"Oh come on! My dad just fixed you, you're fine!" Dean sounded whiny, and Castiel liked it. It meant weakness.

"You're gunna have to carry me. I am far too weak."

And that's how they arrived at the Novaks table, with Castiel on Deans back, waddling awkward over to them.