Once I pulled into the garage I noticed that Cas was still asleep. So, I got out of my door and picked him up. As I held him in my arms, I realized just how light he was. It was much lighter than a five year old should be.

I walk into my room and I place Cas under my covers, and for a little bit I wondered why I didn't just put him in his bed, but then I remember that my room is closer anyway. When I turn around after I felt satisfied that he was warm and comfortably I saw Sam at the door stare wide eyed and in disbelief with what he witnessed. I waved my hand to signal for him to move back and thankfully he did and I closed the door behind me.

We walked into the war room and I sat in a chair while Sam paced back and forth. "So...What happened?" He asked me and truthfully I didn't know what to say. He stopped pacing after he realized I didn't answer and he sat in front of me. "Dean...what..."

At that, I couldn't control what came out of my mouth and I didn't know how to form the explanation. "I don't know." I interrupted. "The...whatever it was...because it wasn't a witch...she busted the fountain open, and it sprayed all over Cas and now...instead of...whatever age he is...he's now five hundred and twenty four years old. He's no where close to being a full fledged angel...he says in human terms he's a baby...and it sounds like he has to be treated like one too and..."

"Woah! Dean...slow down! What?"

"He's a kid...a baby...a baby angel..."

He stood up and started raising his voice at me. "Yeah I got that! What happened? Why weren't you covering for him you know that He's...!"

Suddenly, right before my eyes, Sam is launched about seven feet away to the left. "Stop yelling at him! Stay away from him!" I look to my right and there's Cas still wearing the baggy white shirt and my jacket. His eyes aren't glowing like they normally would if he used his powers, but there is definitely power there. Sam scrambled up and only managed to get on his knees to try and defend himself, but was cut off by his air being sucked out of his lungs. "You will not speak!"

"Castiel!" I shouted, and even I had to admit it sounded like a father scolding his child, but it seemed to work because Sam was able to breathe and Cas was looking up at me with confused eyes.

"Wha...?"

"That's my brother!" I shouted and Cas shrank a little, and then a look of realization and horror washed over his face. I calmed down and I walked toward him as calmly as I could.

I picked him up and placed him in one of the chairs, and had him sitting next to me. "I...I'm sorry Dean Winchester..."

"You can just call me Dean...and that's Sam. Now...do you want to tell me what woke you up?"

"I heard the door close. I left the room to look for you. I followed your voice...then I saw him yelling at you..."

"S-Sorry about that..." Sam breathed out. "Cas...just how powerful are you?"

"I...don't understand..." He looked at me, and seemed to wait for me to have an answer but I honestly had the same question.

"I think what he means is...you're very powerful...it's not what we expected from someone as small as you. So...what all can you do?"

"Oh!" He chirped in delight and I found myself chuckling a little at the look of joy that appeared on his face. "Well...I can knock someone back, I can affect some human organs...although I just figured out I can do those...but I do know that I can fly even though most of the other fledglings don't do that until around seven hundred years old, And I'm really good at healing!"

"Heh...you seem very proud of that last one." I smiled and I noticed that Sam's face kept a shocked expression.

"Oh, I am! I know it's bad to be prideful...but I learned how to heal all on my own!"

"H-How did you learn how to do that?"

"Well...the other fledglings...and some of the angels...they said I was different. They said I was strange. So, in order to make me like them...they..."

"They hurt you?"

"Yeah...but Brother Gabriel got them all punished!" He said with a wide grin. "Brother Gabriel told father about what they did. I didn't like it when they apologzied but he made them sit in the cells for a human day."

"Cell?" Sammy asked.

"Yeah...prison. I was told I am never allowed in there...even when I am a full fledged angel...but he only put the angels there...the fledglings got scolded by Brother Michael. He's scary."

"Yeah...I bet. So...how did you learn healing again?"

"Well, I remember watching Brother Gabriel heal another angel who got injured on a mission and then he healed other angels after that...So...I tried to repeat it on myself and it worked. I did it after every time they hurt me...they stopped hurting me about two hundred human years ago."

"How did they hurt you?" I asked.

"They would scratch and hit me...but it's okay now."

"Okay...and why did you attack me?" Sam asked.

"Dean is my friend. You were being mean. Your soul...it's hurt and broken too...but it's been...oh...what's the word..." He asked himself as he bounced up and down in the chair in frustration.

"Tainted?" Sam asked with a wince.

"Well...yes, but no...It's not that tainted. Your soul is..."

"Fury, frustrated, warped, or.." I was mainly joking but it seemed one of the words I said was the right one, because his eyes went wide.

"Warped. It's been twisted and molded into something that doesn't...it doesn't fit you. Your soul...I can tell your soul would've been like Dean's but slightly different and not as bright...not like this."

"A bad demon made him drink demon blood." I heard my own voice and it sounded like I was telling a bed time story.

"Oh...that would explain it. Is that why I pulled you out of hell Dean?"

"No...well...I'm sure it was one of the reasons. However...I...what have the angels told you about the righteous man?"

Cas crossed his legs and seemed to actually need to recall the story and then his face lit up with shock and wonder. It was a look I would've had if I got to see Metallica in person. "Y-Your the righteous man!" It wasn't a question, and he seemed excited to know that I was the righteous man.

"Yeah...and you rescued me from hell. I didn't want to leave...I believed I belonged there...I had tortured souls...I broke, Cas...and you still thought I was worth putting back together."

"Chick flick moment?" Sam questioned with a smug look.

"No, Sammy. Now...Cas..." I looked back to Cas and he had the most horrified look on his face. "Cas?"

"Y-You broke?"

"Yeah...and you rescued me. You..." I laughed as I remembered his words from our first face to face meeting. "Your the one who gripped me tight and raised me from perdition."

"I rescued YOU?"

"Yes, and we are best friends...now...we unfortunately have problems to solve right now. The person from before..."

"Angel...she's not a person. Although...her wings...she must've been bad. Worse than Brother Lucifer."

"Why do you say that?"

"Her wings were ripped apart." He looked left and right seemingly at his own wings and he giggled as we winced, worried at what he would say about his wings.

"Cas...?" I questioned.

"Yes?" He replied looking at me at this point.

"What were you looking at?" Sam asked.

"My wings. They're still there."

"They're what!?" We both asked together and Cas simply repeated himself and smiled, leaving Sam and I a little more than bewildered and confused.

"We're best friends and I haven't shown you my wings?" He asked as he looked at me with a skeptical look that didn't fit a five year old but an adult Cas.

"Well...you did actually..."

"He what?" Sam asked.

"He showed me his wings when we first met...but I was only allowed to see the shadows...why...I never found out.

"Wow! If I was only able to show you shadows I must be very powerful!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well...Lower ranked angels can show their wings but they can only show them to special people...perhaps people who can't hear their voice...but they can see. I can tell that you would be able to see...not just shadows but my real wings. They're really soft and they keep me warm most days."

"Y-You'll have to show me some time...now about the angel...what do you think an angel would be doing with a witch who can create a fountain of youth. She's been making a lot of humans younger."

"Well...probably to heal her wings. it can give what has been taken from someone's body. If the witch promised to heal her wings in exchange for what's happening to the humans...she may be waiting for a stronger one as payment."

"So...why hit you then?"

"I think she meant to hit you. I don't think she knows that the version she wanted could actually be in the fountain that she destroyed. Wait..."

"What is it?"

"You...both of you...the two of you seemed...you two were surprised when I looked at my...did...did my wings come off too!?"

"Y-Yes...they did...but...if they're back now, they might be there when we get you to normal."

"To normal...to normal? This is my normal and you...my wings...home...here...you...how...?" He started hyperventilating and I slowly placed my hands on his shoulders.

"A bad angel...a real bad angel...he tricked you to cast a spell and he made the angels fall...all except him. Right now...he's trying to play God...and he used your grace for the last ingredient of the spell...the grace of a fallen angel." I explained and at the last sentence I heard my voice crack slightly.

"I...I fell?"

"Yeah..."

"You...you rebelled." Sam explained, and another look of horror crossed his face and he went incredibly pale. "You rebelled and you did it for Dean. Not even for the both of us...you rebelled, you fought your siblings, you've...gone to battle with him...and you did all of it for him."

"I...I r-rebelled."

"Yeah...I'm sorry Cas." I looked down and suddenly my hands were incredibly interesting.

"D-Don't be sorry. I...If adult angel me was willing to do that...then you must've been more than worth it."

"I'll have to ask the older you when we fix this mess with you. Do you have any idea where she might've gone?"

"Well...she's not very smart...otherwise she wouldn't be in a sleeping place near the park."

"Sleeping place?" I asked.

"Yeah...lots of humans were sleeping. There was one couple that seemed to be in the process of making another human."

"Motel...right...got it!" I said with laughter in between my words. Then I realized that earlier Cas said he was hungry and he can't go around wearing the same clothes he was wearing when he was an adult. "Sam...I need you to go out to whatever store is open and get some clothes for Cas...you're better at than me. I'm gonna make him some early breakfast."

"Okay...keys?" I tossed him the keys and he left the bunker.