Kind of like a reverse age thing? Sam is probably 19ish. Dean is 7.

Oh my god. This was SO CUTE. Seriously. And then I had like 500 words or so written and my computer shut off and I didn't save and I had to start all over and I'm so upset. AH. I hate everything. This will never be as good as it was. Never.

November 16th
Prompt- Kids

Playtime

His arms extended out as the man sighed loudly, picking up his little brother with one hand, "Dean, come on. Stop crying."

The small boy's lip quivered and he tried to wipe at the tears slipping down his cheeks, "I'm not crying, Sam. Shut up." He hurriedly looked away to attempt to forcefully blink the tears out of his eyes.

"Dean?" A small voice asked from below the siblings. Dean glanced down at his favorite playmate, grinning at the sight of the small boy with a tie and angel-wings.

The wings were weird, and always got glares from the other little boys, but Dean found Castiel's play-wings adorable, and he often told him so. "Cas! Whatcha doing?"

"I just... You were crying." Castiel regarded the pair with curious eyes, obviously worried for his closest friend.

Sam rolled his eyes and set his little brother back down.

Dean grinned, running up to pull Castiel into a one-armed embrace, "listen, Cas. I wasn't crying."

"But-"

"It was just raining on my face."

"There wasn't any-"

"That happens, ya know? It just rains in one place. It's a thing. Believe me. I know my stuff, right, Cas?" Dean grinned, throwing a thumb's up behind his back at Sam, who rolled his eyes and tried to contain his laughter.

"Oh, okay." Castiel smiled softly, but a loud giggle erupted from his lips, and he covered his mouth with both hands. Dean smiled wider, tugging their conjoined hands.

"Come on, Cas!" He laughed as he pulled the smaller boy away, their fingers tangling as they sprinted as fast as their 7-year old legs could carry them.

Sam chuckled, turning his back away as he attempted to hide the smile on his thin lips. The pair was just too cute for their own good.

"Take 'em, Sam! For god's sake, take 'em! He's been a pest all day! With Dean this, and Dean that! For fuck's sake, if gay marriage isn't legal by the time they're grown, I'll go crazy, I tell ya!" Anna laughed as she pushed her little brother toward the older Winchester.

"What's... gay?" Castiel asked tilting his head as he tested the foreign word with a tongue much too big for his mouth.

"Nothing to worry about, sweetie." Anna hummed as she waved her goodbye from the car.

Castiel waved shyly in response, and Sam scooped him up into one arm as he walked into the house, "Dean's in his room." He told the quiet little boy with black angel-wings. Castiel nodded, looking away from the man.

Dean raced out from when he heard the car horn blow, "Cas!" He shouted enthusiastically as he rounded the corner, nearly slipping on the kitchen tiles, "Cas!"

Castiel grinned from his perch in the crook of Sam's elbow. "Dean!"

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean kicked at his shins and punched him softly in the knee, "gimme my angel!" He nearly shouted when Castiel wasn't set down immediately. Sam grimaced, but set the boy down anyway, watching as Dean linked their hands and scurried from the room. The door slammed behind him, and a soft yell of "later, Sammy!" was heard from the kitchen.

"Hey, Cas. Check this out!" Dean proclaimed as he brought out the jump ropes! "Auntie Jo taught me this yesterday!"

Castiel grinned and nearly clapped his hands as the boy began to jump around, swinging the ropes awkwardly with his miniature fingers. Dean let go accidentally after a minute or two, and the rope fell too low, tripping him. He landed awkwardly on his knee, and cried out in pain.

Castiel shrieked, moving to assist him. He pulled at Dean's pant-leg, rolling the material up to his knee in order to see the hurt area. Dean hissed as Castiel tested the spot with his pointer finger, "Cas!"

Castiel nodded abruptly, and swooped down, pressing his lips gently against the bruise. Dean froze, eyes going wide as his friend kissed his knee. "There," Castiel whispered as he smiled beautifully up at him, "all better!"

Sam covered his grin with one hand as he spied the scene from the kitchen window, if those two didn't end up together... he was eating his own fist.

"T-thanks..." Dean stuttered out, and leaned against Castiel's touch as the boy applied a small pink band-aid to the wound.