A/n Dean is about 5 and so is Castiel, for the sake of this story God has made Castiel able to age alongside Dean, and Dean is going through a stage where he has learned about monsters recently and the world seems a frightening place.
Dean heard a tapping at the window.
"Let me in" a voice called through the curtains.
"No." Dean said "My daddy said not to let anyone in but him."
"Please," the voice said "I wont hurt you. I was sent to protect you and my wings are growing awfully sore."
Dean peeked out through the curtains and what he saw amazed and shocked him. It was a young boy about the same age as him, for all purposes a normal 5 year old except he had massive white wings and was hovering by the window.
"Please open the window, it doesn't open from the outside, I'm tiring out and soon I will fall if you don't let me in."
Dean reached out, hiding behind the curtain and unlatched the window. He ducked down just in time as castiel came bundling in the room, a mess of feathers and exhaustion.
As Castiel was straightening his feathers and dusting the dirt off Dean ran to the bed and hid under the covers.
Castiel walked over to the bed, lifted up the corner of the blanket, looked at Dean and tilted his head in confusion "What are you doing Dean? Why are you hiding under the blankets?"
"My Mommy used to tell me nothing scary can hurt me as long as I'm under the blankets, and you are really scary"
"Me? You think I'm scary?" said Castiel confused. "I'm the least scariest thing, no one thinks I'm scary, all the other angels laugh at me and tease me for being small and not scary or strong."
"They do?" said Dean crawling out from under the blankets a bit "That's not nice, angels are s'posed to be nice."
"Well no one told them that."
As Dean and Castiel conversed they released that they had a lot in common and Dean was no longer scared of Castiel and Castiel loved Dean, in the innocent easy way that a 5 year loves.
A/n please r& r even if it is to only give criticism.