Cas was laying in the play pen that Sam had set up for him. He was talking up a storm and shaking that damned rattle back and forth. Whose idea was it to give it to him anyway?
Bobby poured himself another drink and then handed the bottle to me. I took a swig and then passed to Sam who put it down. "One of us has to be sober with a baby in the house," was all he said.
Bobby was flipping through an old ancient book about angels and old spells, while Sam was flipping through a parenting book. I looked over at Cas. "We need help," I reluctantly admitted.
Bobby and Sam shot each other a look and I continued, "Angel help."
"You really want to get them involved?" Sam asked, bewildered.
I reached over to grab the bottle of whiskey and took another drink. "No," I told him honestly, "but do you have another idea? I mean we're sitting ducks here. We don't know a thing about babies, let alone an angel baby."
"I agree, but come on Dean. How do you know they are even going to take our side on this?" Sam asked.
"What is the worst they are going to do?" I asked.
"Take him Dean. Take him back to Heaven and raise him there. We will never see him again." Sam says with raised eyebrows. "Is that what you want? Cause it's not what I want."
I turned to Bobby, "Does Cas even grow?"
Raising his eyebrows and shrugging Bobby said, "You know about as much as I do."
"Then let me fill you in," a ruff accented voice said.
"Crowley," Sam growled.
"Change him back," I demanded angrily.
Crowley rubbed his chin, "Umm, let me think. No. I need him."
Bobby was the first to ask what we were all about to shout out, "For what?"
"A good book doesn't give away all its secrets at once." Crowley had a smug smile on his face, but it dropped when Cas let out a high pitched scream.
I snapped my head to the play pen to see Balthazar hold Cas. "You two are working together?" I nearly shouted.
Balthazar gave a disgusted look, "Oh please why would I work with a cockroach?"
"When why," I turned to look back at Crowley, but he was gone.
"Baby angels are extreme dangerous creatures. They have great power and have no idea how to control it. Cas fortunately is still too young, his powers have yet to develop," Balthazar explained while he rocked Cas back and forth. "A baby angel has an energy that is nothing but pure innocence and love. They are even more innocent and pure then a human baby, because they don't have natural sin to way them down. "
"So what does Crowley want with Cas?" Sam asked, standing up.
Balthazar looked up from Cas, "It could be an number of things, like I said they are powerful creatures. There hasn't been an angel baby for over 5,000 years. There are going to be a lot of people, Heaven and Hell, who are going to want him."
"What do we do?" Bobby asked.
"I would suggest convincing Crowley to change him back." Balthazar said completely serious. He walked over to Sam and placed Cas in his arms and then he was gone.
"Great." Bobby said drinking the rest of the whiskey.
"I'll go get some more," I said and walked out the door with my wallet and keys.
When I returned with some strong liquor and I was welcomed with Cas screaming. I buried my face in my hands for a spilt second and then grudgingly took him from Sam. I rocked on my heels and rubbed my cheek against Cas's soft, curly, black hair. This calmed him down considerably.
Cas's screams turned into soft whimpers. I rubbed his back and he grabbed my hair with his little fist. He chewed on the collar of my shirt. I sighed and picked up an open bottle of whiskey, but when he let out a distressed cry into my ear I put it down.
Bobby brought over the rattle and I shifted Cas so he was cradled in my left arm. He took the rattle for Bobby and started shaking it. I groaned, but continued to rock him. After twenty minutes of this I decided that Cas was calm enough that I could put him down. I laid a blanket out and put him down on his back. I surrounded him with a few of his toys.
"Hey Dean, can you come in here?" Sam called for me from the other room.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." I hollered back and did a quick scan with my eyes. Making sure Cas was as safe as he could possibly be. Then I went to see what Sam was yelling about.
"What?" I asked when I entered the room.
"Sam and I were talking," Bobby said no looking at me, "about what Balthazar said about his powers not yet developed."
"And?" I demanded, even though I knew where this was going. When Cas finally developed his powers we were screwed.
"Well when he does start to develop we are going to be in a tough situation," Sam told me in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
I knew they went trying to start a fight, but I was in a fighting mood, "That's even if he develops them. We don't even know if he is growing. What if that's the purpose of the spell to keep him a baby till the person who cast it doesn't want a baby anymore?"
"That's a possibility Dean," Sam argued back, "We know that, but there is a change that he will grow and get powers."
Bobby, not wanting to see us fight anymore, spoke up, "Why don't we worry about the powers when he gets them then?"
Sam puffed his cheeks out, I knew he didn't want to drop the issue, but I was glad it was dropped. I didn't want anyone to worry too much. The last thing Cas need was for the people who loved him the most to be scared of him.
I got up and walked back to Cas only to discover that he was laying on his stomach. I pulled out my gun and yelled out for Sam and Bobby, "Someone is here."
Sam and rushing out with a loaded salt rifle and Bobby followed with another rifle and holy water. "What's wrong?" he asked, "I thought who said someone was here?"
I looked back at Sammy with an annoyed look, "Someone is here. I put Cas on his back and now he's on his stomach."
Bobby and Sam both lowered their guns.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
Sam started to laugh a hysterical laugh. "Dean," he said, "Cas just rolled over. That's all."
"No, " I turned to him. "The lady at the diner said he was too little to roll over."
"He's an angel," Bobby said.
"That has no powers." I hastily reminded them.
Sam was still smiling. "You don't need super powers to roll over. Watch." Sam walked over to Cas and took the rattle from him. He placed it to Cas's right, too far for him to reach.
Cas let out a stressed grunt and looked at Sam with wide eyes. Cas stared at him for a few moment and when he realized that Sam wasn't going to give it to him, he rolled over onto his back and grabbed the rattle.
Sam gave me a smug look.
