I am so very sorry for the wait! I was kind of attacked by the last Harry Potter movie (sob), and couldn't focus on anything else for a while. But I'm back now, with more baby!cas. Don't kill me, please.
I wold like to give my thanks to everyone who has stuck with Castiel so far, especially those who followed the story and added this to their favorites.
Plus a big shout out to everyone who reviewed! The more reviews I get, the faster I write, (hint, hint)...
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, season six would have ended very differently.
Castiel was about ten months old when he said his first word.
The little family of misfit's were sitting at the kitchen table, when Cas whined from his high-chair. Sam stood up, "I think he's hungry." and went to get the baby some food.
But when Sam approached the little angel with a jar of liquefied carrots- Cas' favorites- he whined louder reaching towards the older Winchester, and then let out a loud, "De!" All three adults looked at him in surprise, so he tried again. "Deeeean!"
As the brother's just starred, Bobby laughed, and said, "Well, now we know who's his favorite." Dean smiled and took the food from Sam.
Cas' first birthday was quite a fiasco. It consisted of Dean yelling at Sam on the phone, Sam looking for the 'perfect' cake, Cas screaming "Deean! Deeean!" In the background, and Bobby laughing a them all.
When Sam located a satisfactory cake, he drove to the nearby toy store. He searched for about half an hour for the perfect gift before he found it, and smiled to himself. It wasn't something he had planned on getting, but when he saw it, he knew no other gift would be good enough for the Winchester's little angel.
He wrapped it in the car, and drove home. He was greeted at the door by Cas yelling, "Ammy!"
Sam smiled at the baby, he had recently learned Sam's name, but Den's version of it. And he always forgot the first letter. "Hey Cas!" He shouted back, and walked into the kitchen to stop dead in his tracks, only to burst out laughing.
Castiel was seated in his highchair, letting out little baby giggles. Dean was in the middle of the room, soaked, and dripping orange mush. "Shut up!" Sam just laughed louder.
"What happened to you?"
"Our little angel," Dean glared at Cas for emphasis, "threw his carrots at me."
Both Sam and Cas burst into another fit of giggles as Dean stormed out of the room, muttering darkly about 'damn angels always making messes', leaving a trail of orange in his wake. Sam went to get the mop. Bobby wouldn't be too happy if he slipped in baby food.
Suddenly, Balthazar appeared in the kitchen and picked up his brother. Sam jus uttered a, "Hey." before going back to cleaning up the mess.
Balthazar nodded at him, "Did Castiel make this mess?"
Sam smiled, "Yup. He threw his food at Dean."
Balthazar grinned evilly, "God job, Cassie!" Cas laughed again as his brother blew a loud raspberry on his belly. Dean walked back into the kitchen, now non-orange and dried off. He grimaced at the sight of the full grown angel and stalked over to the fridge to make his lunch.
"Did you get the cake, Sam?"
"Yeah...oh, I left it in the car- be right back!" Sam turned on his heels and dashed out in a flash to retrieve the cake before all the icing melted.
Balthazar turned to Dean, "Cake?"
"Uh-huh. It's Cas' birthday." Dean smiled at his infant friend. "He's one year old today."
"Already?" Balthazar looked honestly surprised, "Time passes so quickly here. It's remarkable, really...But what is the cake for?"
This was going to be fun. Dean got to explain the human ritual of a birthday party to an angel of the lord, while Sam was trying to decide on a place to set the cake down. Balthazar seemed to understand the concept of celebrating someone's birth, but was still confused as to why Castiel was having a party, "He wasn't even born, technically."
Dean just shook his head, "That's not the point. Everybody's got a birthday, so for Cas, we picked the day we got him."
"I see," Balthazar nodded, this made sense. In a weird, human sort of way, "But why are you giving him cake? Won't he just make a mess?"
"Exactly. It's fun."
Balthazar still looked skeptical. Humans were odd creatures, no doubt about it. He felt sorry for his little brother. He was going to be raised by them. And to make matters worse, he was being raised by three people deemed odd even by human standards.
When Dean declared it cake time, Balthazar gave some bogus excuse about receiving a call for help from one of his soldiers, and left with a flurry a wing beats. It seemed like the all mighty angel was afraid of having cake thrown at him.
Cas was strapped into his highchair with a tray on top of it. Bobby sat at the table, chuckling silently, as Sam and Dean tried to light the candle on the cake. Every time they lit it, a gust of wind would appear out of nowhere and put the small flame out. After about the tenth try, Dean noticed that Castiel was sporting a wicked grin.
"Cas!" Dean glared at his angel in mock anger, "Just what do you think you're doing?" the boys tried for several times more, before giving up, and just singing without having a lit candle.
As the three men started to sing, Cas looked confused at first, then started giggling, as if watching his family talk in sync was amusing. It probably was.
When they put the cake down on the tray in front of him, Cas eyed it skeptically. He had never eaten anything like this before, but the only thing Dean ever put on his tray was food. Castiel cautiously put one finger into the icing. The texture was weird, mushy, yet semi-solid at the same time. He slowly put his finger in his mouth.
Dean laughed as Cas' eyes grew to twice their normal size the moment the icing hit his taste buds. The baby looked accusingly at the cake for a moment, before deciding that the sugar over-load was in fact, delicious. The one-year-old then did something no one in the room had predicted. He opened his mouth wide, and fell forward, slamming his face into the cake. I think he likes it, Dean though, quite a bit of sarcasm in his inner dialogue
About an hour after Castiel finished with his cake, Sam had finally excavated Bobby's kitchen from underneath the blizzard of icing a lumps of cake.
He walked into the living room where Dean and Bobby were sitting with the now bathed and icing-free angel. He was playing with the little toy car Dean had given him, pushing it up and across Dean's scrunched up face. Sam gave Cas his present, and watched as Dean 'helped' the little guy open it.
Dean looked at Sam curiously when the present was unwrapped. It was a teddy bear.
But not just any bear. This one was as soft as a duckling, and was pure white, with golden wings and a halo. It was an angel bear. Cas held his new toy to scrutinize it, before smiling and biting one of the bear's ears.
Dean shook his head. Leave it to Sam to get a girl's toy. But Cas seemed to like it, so it was alright. He went to rip the tags attached to the ear Cas wasn't bitting off, but stopped for a moment when he noticed on of them was a name tag. Dean read it, then sat stunned for a minute, looking at his grinning brother.
The bear's name was Gabriel.