Disclaimer, still don't own Supernatural.

It was like ice was in his veins, and his heart was being squeezed when he couldn't find Cas. It had been a while since he had felt like this. When Emma had been shot, granted she was trying to kill him, still monster or not she had been his daughter in a way. Loosing Ben and Lisa to a demon had also made his heart seize, and hurt when he had himself erased from their memories for their own safety. This time however, it seemed like time had slowed down, and everything was blurry.

"Cas!" He yells, hoping that there would be a small giggle or some type of answer. There wasn't. "Cas come on, get out here." Dean could hear the panic in his tone, feeling slightly relieved when Sam and Gabriel soon came to the bathroom area.

"Where's-" Sam froze when he saw Harold laying on the floor, and no sign of Cas. "Crap." He hisses out and quickly enters the room, looking for a trace of where the child had gone. He pales when he saw some sulfur by the window. This wasn't good, considering well demons had a completely innocent Cas on their hands now.

Dean was pacing outside of the bathroom, wondering how the hell demons go past him, and why they would want Cas. "He's gone." Dean says worriedly, as if the shock finally hit him.

"What do you mean he's gone?" Gabriel growls out. Cas couldn't have been taken by demons, that would mean he had failed taking care of the fledgling. Dean stopped his pacing and looked at Gabriel, then scowls.

"It means he's gone, and a demon has him dumbass." Dean's tone was sharp, and had an edge to it. He didn't care if backtalking to an already pissed archangel wasn't the best choice. Cas was missing and Gabriel had the nerve to try and blame him.

"Hey. Fighting isn't going to help us find Cas." Sam snaps. He honestly didn't want to deal with the drama between Gabriel and Dean, besides Cas was in serious trouble so finding him was going to come first.

"Fine. But after we find him we're having a talk." Dean responses, glaring at the archangel who snorts at the threat. "Oh, I'm so scared." This was going to be a painful rescue.

Cas wasn't sure where he was and why the demon had taken him, and ripped slits in the back of his clothes so his wings were free, but he still had to go to potty. "Castiel, this is almost as bad as your in-"Cas cut the demon off, "Otta oo potty." He wines, not getting that he was kidnapped in possible a lot of danger.

There was no sound except for his little shoes tapping the ground as he shifted around. "Excuse me?" Crowley says. He had expected Cas to have at least a little bit of adult left in him, not to wine about having to use the restroom.

"Potty, otta oo potty!" Cas wines again, not entirely sure he was going to be able to hold it. His family hadn't put him in diapers, and he was very proud about that, so he didn't want to betray that trust.

"Are…You are joking, aren't you?" The demon asks slowly, Cas winning once again, his wings fluttering slightly. He felt the warmth seep into his pants, a look of horror crossing on his face.

"Did you just-" Once again Cas interrupted Crowley by bursting out in tears. Sure, Crowley had taken care of Amara, but she was six and potty trained; this tyke however was younger, more of a cry baby, and apparently had problems with the bathroom.

The demons who still followed him looked at each other, some even going to hide somewhere in the abandoned warehouse as Cas continued crying. "You're bloody kidding me." Crowley says to himself. He rubbed his face, not exactly wanting to take care of a two-year-old.

"I-I annt Deeeee!" Cas cries out in response, demons awkwardly shifting and looking at each other, wondering what they should do. "Well until you-" It was surprising Crowley hadn't figured out that Cas didn't care, and wasn't an adult at all. "Deeeeeee! Ammmmm! Aaabbbeee!" Cas cries out, rubbing his eyes as he cried.

Crowley wasn't good with children considering you couldn't bribe them and they wouldn't shut up until they got what they want. He rubbed his face once again, wondering what he was going to do with the fledgling.

He snapped his fingers, "Get the little monster clean clothes, now." He demands, two demons coming up to the job. Cas continued crying and screaming as one picked him up, and left with the second demon. Crowley watched them until they were gone, half wondering if the power Cas had was worth it.

The demons had no idea what to do with Cas as the fledgling screamed and kicked. "Clothes…how do you change a kid?" One grumbles as they walk into a room. "Well clean clothes, and a diaper." The other says watching as they set Cas on the bed.

"I know that." The first demon snaps, grumbling under her breath. "Well go get it!" She snaps once again. The other demon rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers, going to get clothes for the fledgling. "Come on shut up already kid." She growls, as Cas screamed.

He wanted his family and clean clothes. These demons were freaking out and weren't that gentle as they wrestled him into clothes, and to his horror, a diaper as well.

"No! No! Ant De! Nooo! NOOooooo!" Cas screams, kicking and squirming as they held him down. "What does Crowley even want with this thing." The Demons mutters as she holds the fledgling away from her. "The feathers. They're easy to grab and have more raw grace." The other one replies as they start walking back to their boss.

Cas continued to scream all the way back to the large room, both demons annoyed at the fledgling's antics. When squirming didn't work, Cas started beating his little wings as fast as he could. It didn't work like he planned, and he continued his screaming for his family.

"Would you cut that racket out?! You're just going to scream yourself hoarse!" Crowley practically roars, sighing when Cas finally fell silent. "Thank you." He says, gesturing for the demons to set the fledgling down in front of him, they did as commanded and backed off. "Now, let's discuss why you're here and why I want."

Cas rubs his eyes, and just ignored the demon, he was more concerned about having to wear a diaper and getting back to everyone more than what Crowley was talking about. He picked at his clothes, not liking having to wear a diaper. He was a big fledgling, he didn't need it.

"I want some of your feathers, as well as your grace. If I get enough of it I'll let you go. Is it a deal?" Crowley asks looking at the fledgling. There was a pause before Cas looked up at him, "No anna wear a iaper." He answers finally.

"…Were you even listening?" The demons asked slowly. Were kids always so demanding and rude? He certainly wouldn't know. "No anna ear a iaper!" Cas yells, chanting it until he was screaming. Crowley was wondering why this would even be a good idea. Getting grace or not, this was a pain.

"Be quiet!" Crowley yells after his many attempts to shut the fledgling up failed. Cas quieted instantly and looked up at the demon in shock. "Finally. Now, we are going to talk about what I want, and if you interrupt in anyway I'll make sure you'll never see that family of yours." He seethes, relieved that Cas was listening at last.

He started his demands, Cas listening intently at last. He sucked on his thumb, wondering when his family would find him.

"What do you mean you can't just zap there?" Dean says glaring at Gabriel, both glaring at each other. "It means they angel proofed the place." The archangel replies hotly. Sam groaned softly to himself as he researched nearby warehouses, houses, areas of land away from people, and storage units. Currently there was nothing in reasonably range.

Sam ran a hand through his hair tiredly, the two fighting soon fading into the background as he scrolled through the lists. None of the places could match, considering there hadn't been anything weird and all places were constantly checked for squatters or drug users.

One however grabbed at him, "Hey guys, maybe the warehouse that was bought by Fergus." He pipes up. Both paused their fighting to look at Sam. "His real name is Fergus?" Sam had to roll his eyes, of course that's what Gabriel would get out what he had said.

"Where?" Dean demands, now getting their duffels ready for travel, "About a good eight hours from here." Sam says scribbling the address on a piece of paper.

"What are we waiting for?"

Well this update took forever, thanks for going out internet. Once again any suggestions are exteremly welcome.