A/N: Hi, friends! Now, I'm sorry this is out so late tonight. I had to take care of an actual baby that wasn't Dean today. He's six months old and a bundle of crank, so I'm going to go as hard as I can right now. Pray for me…

Also, to Kathy from yesterday, I believe you requested more? Well, lookie here. More!

"I'm…" Dean couldn't stop staring at what he saw in the mirror. That's not him. There's no way, "I'm…not a baby. That's not really me. This is some kind of an illusion. Gabriel's screwing with me or some other mischief driven son of a bitch with a death wish? Cas, what is this?"

"I don't know," Cas looked him over, holding his tiny body in his elbow.

"Dean," Sam sat down on the bed, "What did you do last night?"

"Last night," Dean thought back, "Just went to the bar."

"More specifically," Cas elaborated, "I could've told you that much."

"Alright," Dean thought long and hard about last night, "I went to the bar last night and got a drink and there was this really hot chick…"

Sam broke into hysterical laughter, doubling over, "I'm sorry. I'm having a really hard time taking you seriously."

"This is serious, Sam!" Dean snapped, "I didn't ask for this! Do you think I wanted to wake up like this?"

"We'll figure this out," Cas shot a harsh glare at Sam, "Go on. What do you remember about this woman?"

"She was hot," Dean swooned, "And she liked rum. She was all by herself, so I thought I'd give her a little company. And after we got our hotel room and…well…talked, it's fuzzy until I got back here. And I hardly remember even doing that much."

"So," Sam came down from his giggle fit, "We just need to find out what happened in the missing gap in your memories and we could find how to change you back. There's probably something in the library for that."

"Do you remember what her name was?" Cas put baby Dean down on his bed, a shooting pain running through his arm.

"Why'd you put me down?" Dean scowled.

"My arm was getting tired."

"Untire your arm!" he demanded.

"A name, Dean," Sam refocused him, "What was the woman from the bar's name?"

"I don't remember," Dean tried to reach back, but grasped at air, "I know she told me to call her Mommy, though…"

"Very nice," Sam suppressed a gag, "Real classy."

"What?" Dean jumped on the defensive, "Trust me, Sammy. If you would've seen her, you would've called her anything she'd ask you, too. She was a ten swimming in a sea of twos. My God…I wish I remembered her name."

"Me, too," Cas pouted, ready to find this woman. Going off Dean's description, she sounded like a real winner.

Then, Sam was struck with a sudden realization, "Um…Dean?"

"What?" Dean struggled to lift his head.

"How, uh…" Sam worried, "How much control do you have over…things…?"

"Why?" Dean didn't follow him.

"Think about it," he elaborated, "You're a baby, Dean. If you couldn't even roll over, what else do you think you can't do?"

"Oh, God." Hey! Dean figured it out! His face lost all its coloring.

"Yeah…" Sam cringed, sharing his brother's sentiment.

"Hey!" Dean fussed, squirming around in Cas' arms, "I don't want this any more than you do!"

Sam let out a heavy sigh, "I think I'll go on a supply run. Cas, can you stay here with Dean?"

"Yes," Cas nodded, feeling a warm sensation in his heart…and one on his leg.

The color returned to Dean's face…Almost too much, "Did I just…?"

"Sam," Cas stared blankly at the wall, "If you could please hurry, I'd really appreciate it."

"On it," Sam didn't waste another second. He headed out for baby supplies, leaving his new little brother behind.

"Sorry, Cas," Dean apologized, "I, uh…I don't…"

"I know, Dean," Cas cradled him against his chest, bouncing him on his knee, "I know you didn't mean to. You are, after all, just a baby right now."

"Thank you," he nuzzled his face in the angel's shoulder, ready to go back to sleep. But then, a little rumble turned Dean's stomach, "I'm starving, man. Wait! There's a big ass burrito in the fridge!"

"Can you even eat something like that?" Cas wondered, "You don't have any teeth."

In that moment, Dean Winchester died a little inside. All he wanted was his burrito that was now the size of his new body, "This sucks. I hate this, Cas. I can't eat my burrito. I can't drive my car. I can't hold my gun. I can't fight. I can't drink. I can't even go to the bathroom outside of my own pants! Now, I pissed myself and I'm so grateful that we don't get to remember the first couple years of our lives. This is not a feeling I want to remember. I hate this with a burning passion."

"I'm sorry," he held him a little closer. While Dean continued to go off on his tangent, Castiel couldn't help but be completely in awe of him. He's never seen Dean look so pure and innocent before. Except for maybe once. But at the time, he was just that. He was pure and innocent. He may have been seven, eight months old.

This time around felt different. Because Cas knew Dean as an adult. Even when he saw him as a baby, they never officially met. But now, this was a different kind of innocence. Behind Dean's newfound innocent appearance was still Dean's screwed up head. His twisted sense of humor. His flaws. His perfections. This was still his Dean deep down.

And…Well…Cas did think baby Dean was absolutely adorable. His freckles across the bridge of his nose stood out more than usual. His grassy green eyes sparkled a little more. And all Cas wanted to do was hug him and cuddle him. This may not be so bad, but he knew how much it was killing Dean inside. They'd find a way to get him back.

"Is there anything you need right now?" Cas offered, bouncing him a little more.

"Well," Dean thought, "Sam's bringing food, so I have that to look forward to. I could stand some clean pants. That'd be pretty great. But you know what would be the absolute best right now?"

"What's that, Dean?"

"Puberty."

Sam needed to hurry up. Cas wasn't sure how much longer he could deal with a fussy baby on his own.

A/N: Well, friends, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but it has been a long day and I'm tired as balls. But! Dean's a little cranky. He doesn't like his current state. And honestly, I can't blame him. Will things get better? Will Dean ever go back to being an adult? Is Cas going to take a shine to baby Dean? Did Sam decide to go out for a pack of smokes and lottery scratchers and a gallon of milk and a six pack? That Dean can't drink? We won't know. Not until tomorrow! So, my lovelies, I'll see you tomorrow! xx