AN: another supernatural fic. This time with tiny!cas hope you enjoy :) also, Carol is my OC

Castiel returned to consciousness slowly and painfully. He felt sore all over and extremely cramped for some reason. Not only that, but he could feel some kind of pressure on his side. It would disappear one moment only to come back again. It was quite annoying. Like someone was poking him. Only that was impossible as whatever was causing it was far too large to be a person. Wasn't it?
Groaning, the angel cautiously opened his eyes a crack. He was surprised when the prodding feeling stopped almost immediately.
"Oh, thank goodness! I thought you might be dead!"
Castiel's eyes snapped open at the voice. Quickly, he rolled to his feet at the sight of the massive figure before him. However, his body was not yet ready to perform such a feet and he ended up stumbling and falling back on his rear. Wincing in pain, the unfortunate angel awaited his inevitable fate.
"Careful there. That thing did quite the number on you."
Cas was surprised. Carefully, he looked up again. Well, the giant didn't actually seem all that threatening. She smiled kindly at him, concern showing in her eyes. If the angel had to guess, he would say she couldn't have been more than thirteen years old.
Then, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, carrying him to his feet despite the pain.
"Sam! Dean! Where are they! What happened to them!"
He remembered the three of them battling that creature. It hit him hard with some sort of energy blast. Then, nothing. Everything was black after that.
"You mean your two friends? Those guys who were with you?"
"Yes, do you know where they are?" Cas looked around, noticing something else that was odd.
Everything around him was blown out of proportion. Ridiculously huge.
"They left a while ago. After the tall one killed the monster."
Poor Cas was so confused, "no. no they wouldn't leave me behind. They're not like that."
"I don't think they saw what happened to you. I heard one of them say something along the lines of 'damn that angel! Running off again right after all the action! Would it hurt him to say goodbye?' Or something like that."
If Dean had been there, he might have thought the girls gruff imitation of his voice somewhat offensive.
As it was, Cas just became more confused. "What are you talking about? What happened to me?"
"Well, you shrunk, my friend. Whatever that thing was, it had the power to miniaturize folks, apparently."
Castiel just let that soak in for a moment. It would certainly explained a lot.
"Okay," he said slowly, "that's a new one."
"I'm Carol." The girl did not seem particularly put out by his current predicament, "Just by the by."
"Castiel," he returned.
Come to think of it, she didn't seem all that worried about monsters being real either. Or the fact that she had heard Dean call him an angel. Actually, what was she even doing here in the first place? Was it just a coincidence?
The angel puzzled over all this for a few moments. The girl, Carol, simply watched him with mild curiosity.
Well, one thing he knew for sure was that he needed her help if he was going to find the Winchester brothers again. He could feel that his powers were not what they used to be. If that was the case, then it would probably be wise not to pester her with questions.
"Uuhh...I don't suppose you could...help me out, maybe? I need to get back to my friends."
She smiled, a large, reassuring smile, "of course! I'd be glad to give you a hand." As if to prove her point, she stretched out her right hand, palm up. "You look like you could use one."
Wondering what on earth he was getting himself into, Cas accepted the invitation somewhat gingerly. It was a strange experience, being held in the palm of someone else's hand. But it seemed he had no other choice.
"So, Castiel, what exactly do you and your friends do for a living?"