Question time! When the end of the story comes would you like to see Sammy stay a babe or turn back into his adult self?

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Warnings: deaged!Sam, Violence. Warnings to come as I redo the story.

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Castiel stood outside watching the sunrise over the junkyard. For a moment everything around him was at peace and he wished that it would stay that way. He had learned that the peace never stayed for long though. If you ever got it to begin with.

The small moments he did get he treasured above all else. At first they had simply been watching the sun rise and set. Then it was watching the flowers bloom and the leave change color. And watching rivers run always brought a smile to his lips. They were perfect.

For awhile that was all that he noticed of the world around him. Until one day he found himself sitting on a bench in a park and a small child ran up to him. She couldn't have been more than six years old and she had a black eye.

Somehow she was smiling though. She was completely at peace in everything that was going on in her life. There should have been so much pain there, but there wasn't an ounce. It was like nothing that he had ever seen.

They stared at each other in complete silence for awhile. Normally he'd know the exact time that had passed, but there was something about the dark brown eyes that drew him in and refused to leave. At least not until she did.

And leave she did. Not before hugging him though. It made no sense at all, but in that little bit of time he felt as if he had been given a gift. After that he had began to pay attention to the world around him. Pay attention to the humans.

He had never been more confused and drawn to something in his life. Humanity was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen and he was so happy that he got to watch up close. Usually. There were some things that he would rather never see again.

Sadly, he had found that that feeling was not just for humans. There were some rules in Heaven that he had always had a hard time believing in. Especially when he was told that it was for the greater good. So much pain for the greater good.

Tearing his eyes away from the sunrise he started at the ground. His mind raced with all the things that he had seen done in the name of the greater good, in the name of his Father. All the things that he had been told to do to help bring peace to the world.

He couldn't see it that way anymore. Not if he was honest with himself. It was something that he hated himself for. He should not have been so blind to all the things going on in the world that he had been meant to be protective, loving. Yet he was.

Somehow Lucifer being around brought all those thoughts of failure to the surface. It was as if he could see through everything that the younger angel was. He could see the truth and that scared him more than he could imagine.

"Cass," Dean greeted causing the angel to spin around ready to fight, "Woah! Down boy! It's just me."

"Dean," Castiel said being looking at the ground once more feeling shamed, "My apologizes."

"It's fine. Should know better than to sneak up on a sleeping angel. I thought you heard the door. You were pretty lost in thought there, buddy."

"I was."

The pair fell into silence after that. Castiel had no idea what the hunter was waiting for. Then a hand rested on his shoulder. His head darted up at the feeling. It wasn't that Dean didn't touch him, but he normally shied away from physical contact with anyone but his brother.

Every time they did touch though it was as if a warmth had taken place in him. He felt as if he belonged. At least for that moment. The hunter would pull back soon. Everything would go back to how it was. Everything would start again.

"So," Dean started pulling away and taking a step back, "I was thinking. It's been- Ha. It's been almost a month since Sammy was turned."

"It has," Castiel nodded his head in agreement.

"And we have nothing."

"No. I am sorry, Dean. I have been-"

"I'm not blaming you, Cass. I know you're working on this. We all are. I was thinking that we need a break."

"A break?"

"Yeah, a break."

"You hate breaks."

A soft snort left the hunter at that causing Castiel to smile. It was something that the man rarely did, but he sounded so human. It was something that the angel loved to hear. Dean was one of the human people that he knew.

"Okay, so I fell as if I'm going to commit murder if I stay still any longer. So does Sammy," Dean attempted to justify hiding a grin, "When he's awake we're going to go to the mall."

"I will stay here and..."

"You will come out with us. Look, Lucifer is going to go see if he can find anything out below and Bobby's going through the books. We're not stopping. We're stretching our legs."

Castiel opened his mouth to argue that he'd be better at researching, but Dean had already turned his back and started inside. He knew that he could simply ignore the man and work, but the angel felt a bit excited for the day.

He found that he did quite enjoy spending time with the newly deaged boy. Sammy was so similar yet so far away from his adult counterpart. Though there was a part of him that wondered if that was true.

The little boy was the adult he knew. He was still sweet and caring to all. He still had a smile that would light up a room. He still was fiercely protective. He simply no longer cared the same weight that he had as an adult. He was free.

It was odd to see, but at the same time Castiel felt a small amount of happiness for it. If there was anyone who deserved to have the freedom that came with being a child it was Sam and dean. They had been through so much.

Even with that knowledge thought the angel knew it wouldn't work on Dean. He was a natural born caregiver, protector. If he didn't have his brother to take care of then Castiel was unsure if he would even been Dean Winchester anymore.

Castiel was brought out of his thoughts by childish laughter in the house. Sammy was awake and ready for the day. Bobby had told him that the boy was always awake with the sunrise. He had yet to fail at that. Much to Dean's chagrin.

"Mr. Cass!" Sammy yelled running out the door with Dean just behind him, "Are you excited?"

Small but stronger arms wrapped around his waist and he couldn't help but smile. The boy was so open to the world around him. It was only something that he saw in children. It was complete and pure innocence of the heart.

A soft voice in the back of his head questioned why he was still 'Mr. Cass'. He was the only one that he did that with. If he had been older the angel would have thought it was because he didn't like him. He knew that wasn't it though.

He knew that he could simply ask the boy why he did that, but a part of him was afraid of the answer. The two of them did not have the same relationship he had with Dean. Of course, childhood would not change that.

It wasn't as if he didn't try with the younger hunter. Once he realized that he was nothing like he had been told he tried to get along with him. He had always feared that the damage from how he had treated Sam at first would not be forgiven.

Castiel was beginning to figure out that he was wrong about that as well. Since the very start he had underestimated Sam. He needed to get out of that habit. They were friends and he had to remember that.

The truth was that he wanted not just Sam but Sammy to like him. After all the time that he had been around the boy he still felt awkward. Like he didn't belong as part of the little family that he had made with Dean and Lucifer.

"Are you listening, Mr. Cass?" Sammy questioned tugging on the angel's hand.

"My apologizes," Castiel replied moving to squat in front of the boy, "What did you say?"

"I asked if you were excited. Dean said we're going to the mall after we eat."

"I am excited. I have not been to a mall before."

"You've never been to a mall?"

The little boy looked so shocked as he looked between he and dean. Castiel knew that the mall was an experience that most humans knew. So far none of the missions that he had gone out on had brought him to the shopping place.

"Well, that's about to change," Dean cut in with a smile, "Come on, Sammy. Let's go get dressed and eat some breakfast. I think I saw Uncle Bobby bringing out his waffle maker. We'll leave in about two hours, Cass."

Blue eyes watched closely as the hunter picked up the little boy and took him inside. It was so odd to see the man holding a child, but ti was as if he had been doing it his whole life. Which, thinking about it, he had been. He was born to be a father.

It saddened the angel that the man would never have a chance to know. He knew that Sam had shared in that sadness. He had practically been raised by this older brother. He knew exactly the type of man that he was and that he could be.

Maybe Sam being turned into a child wasn't as bad as he had first thought. Not only was a man who carried the weight of the world finally at peace, but a man who loved to take care of his brother finally could do so fully.

Of course Castiel knew there were a few points that he disliked about the situation. Most of said points involved Lucifer. He adored his brother though. As long as Sammy wanted the fallen angel and he did nothing to harm the boy he was welcome. In the looses sense.

Still, none of that mattered. The angel knew that he couldn't let himself get caught up in those thoughts. Sammy was meant to be an adult and, as much as he wished it wasn't so, he had to keep looking for a way to change him back. If there was one.

That idea scared Castiel. While he knew that seeing little Sammy had brought out a different side in all of them they needed Sam. He kept them all from simply losing themselves. He was the one that saw the good in the world and even in the monsters. He was their heart.

A sigh fell from the angels lips as his eyes turned skyward. There were so many things that were running through his mind and with every passing second of having no answers to them he felt like a failure to the people he cared for.

All too soon Sammy and Dean were walking out of the house. The boy stopped by Castiel and offered him his hand. Blue eyes darted to green and he saw the hunter smiling gently. He looked nothing like the war hardened soul that he was.

Linking his hand with Sammy's he let himself be pulled to the car. The space was filled with non-stop talking from the boy. Periodically Dean would hum softly though Castiel wasn't sure that he was taking in a word that he said. Sammy didn't seem to care.

It wasn't until they got to the mall that the boy fell silent. For as excited as he had been to go to the mall he suddenly seemed nervous. Something that Dean seemed to already know if the comforting smile on his lips was anything to go by.

"Don't worry, Sammy," Dean offered turning to look at him, "We got you."

"You-You'll carry me again?" Sammy whispered shyly.

Castiel felt his chest tighten hearing the boy sound so fearful. No child should ever sound like that. Especially since it was something as simple as walking through the mall. It was heartbreaking to see that and be able to do nothing.

"Of course, kiddo," Dean grinned reaching out to brush the boys hair away from his face, "I got you."

A brilliant smile came to the boys lips at that. Smiling back Dean climbed out of the car and got Sammy out of his seat. It took a second before the boy was comfortable in the hunter's arms. Then he turned to Castiel.

"Ready?" Dean asked bouncing the boy in his arms.

"I am," Castiel replied his eyes darting around looking for any threats.

"If you're scared, Mr. Cass, Dean can hold your hand," Sammy popped in looking between them, "He's the best."

Castiel's eyes went a little wide as he looked up at Dean. He had the same look. Clearing his throat he shook his head and started towards the front door. People were everywhere and for a moment the angel wanted to tell the humans he wanted to leave.

Then he remembered how excited Sammy was. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint him. Steeling himself he opened the door for Dean to walk through. If he thought outside of the mall was busy he had no idea how to describe the inside.

Dean took control leading the man through the mall until they got to the bookstore. A happy laugh fell from Sammy's lips as he started to point to one of the displays. Grinning the men walked over and started to look through it.

A content smile bloomed on the angel's face as he listened to the boy talk. He could barely understand what was being said with how fast he was talking, but the love was clear. Sammy still had the same amount of passion he always did.

"Cass," Dean said turning to him, "Can you hold Sammy?"

"What?" Castiel questioned his heart racing.

"You'll be fine and I'll be right back. Pick out some good books for us to read together, Sammy."

Before Cass could say anything else Sammy was in his arms and the hunter was walking away. Blinking a few times the angel stared down at the little boy in his arms having no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

"Do you think they have books on puppies, Mr. Cass?" Sammy asked looking back up at him unaware of the turmoil in the angel's head.

"I do not know," Castiel answered trying to appear calm.

"We should look."

Nodding his head the angel began to walk around looking for books for the boy. At least he was trying to. He continued to be distracted by the weight of Sammy. It felt so odd to be carrying someone so small, so fragile.

It was always in the back of his head how easily he would be able to kill the human race. A flick of his wrist and he could destroy them. Yet he had learned that they were so much stronger than him in so many ways as well.

The boy in his arms was the perfect example of that. He had had all of Heaven and Hell after him since before he was born. It should have been enough to break him. Still, he had the biggest heart of any being that he had met.

Castiel was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Sammy stiffen suddenly. It wasn't until small hands began to tug urgently on his coat that he looked down. Then he saw hazel eyes staring up at him fear clear in them.

"Sammy?" Castiel asked on alert instantly, "What is wrong?"

A fearful whimper escaped his lips instead of words. Looking around the angel tried to find what could be scaring the boy, but the only thing he could find were humans. Then Dean came into his vision.

"Dean," he called watching the man go into hunter mode.

"What?" Dean questioned storming over his eyes locked on his brother, "What's wrong?"

"I- I do not-"

"Daddy!" Sammy sobbed throwing his arms around the hunter's neck.

A surprised groan was punched out of Dean as he took the boy's weight on. Eagle eyes darted around before coming to stop on something. Lips setting in a grim line he grabbed Castiel by the arms and quickly led them out of the store and to the Impala.

Castiel watched as the human comforted his brother. He still had no idea what had happened, but he felt horrible. He had been left in charge of the boy and this had happened. He had failed to take care of him again.

Staring at the ground he tried not to focus on anything, but all he could hear were the boys sobs. How did people deal with that? He had felt his heart break just at the first sight of fear in Sammy's eyes, but it shattered hearing that noise.

"Cass," Dean offered placing a hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around, "Hey! It's just me."

Looking around he saw that Sammy was fast asleep in his car seat. When he was sure that he was fine he looked back at Dean just in time to see the man hide a sad smile. How was he not telling Castiel to leave?

"I'm sorry," the angel offered dropping his eyes again.

"Sorry?" Dean repeated confused, "It wasn't your fault."

"Dean."

"Do you know why Sammy was scared? Why he started to cry?"

"No. I could not figure it out."

"He saw a clown, Cass. That was it. There was nothing you could have done. He would have cried if I was there too."

"If I-"

"Nothing you could have done. Things happen to kids. It sucks, but it happens. There was nothing anyone could have done. So stop blaming yourself for it. No one else is."

"Children are fragile."

"They're stronger than adults. Now come on. Let's get back to Bobby's. I think that's enough excitement for the day. We'll try again later."