From the back seat, Castiel gasps loudly.

"Cas, tell me you did not just spill your juice." Dean says hatefully. He was just ready to get to Bobby's house and sleep, or at least take a nap.

Sam turns his head to look at Castiel. He was just sitting there in his booster seat. Sam didn't see any messes, but Castiel was sitting there with a terrified expression.

"Cas, what's wrong?"

"No," Castiel shakes his head. Little tears began to form from his blue eyes. "No,"

Sam turns around even more, to try and fully face Castiel. "If there's something wrong you gotta tell us, man."

"Dean will get angry at me." He says with the smallest voice.

Sam and Dean share a glance. Sam was hoping that Dean wouldn't get angry at whatever Castiel did, or at least not yell at him. Dean was worried about what Castiel could have done from just the backseat; then it hit him.

"Cas, did you pee?" Dean asks him.

"Y-yeah," Now his little tears rolled down his face freely. "I'm s-sorry, Dean. I thought I could h-hold it."

Dean pulls off on to the side of the road. Sam was waiting for Dean to yell at Castiel about how he should have told him that he needed to pee, but Sam knew that if that had happened Dean would have told him to hold it anyway, and they'd be where there are now.

Dean gets out the car and opens Castiel's door. "Come on,"

Castiel unbuckles himself and slips out.

"Sam, do something with the car seat. I'll help him change."

Sam does as he told.

Dean grabs a bag from the trunk. He pulls Castiel over to the side of the car where no passing cars could see them. Castiel was still crying.

"Cas, you can stop crying. I'm not angry."

"Y-yes, you are."

Dean bends down. "I'm not angry, honest. Now let's get you cleaned up before you smell like pee forever."

Castiel giggles and wipes away his tears. "That's gross."

"Yeah, that's gross."

Dean helps Little Castiel pull his socks and shoes off, then helps with the soaked pants and underwear. He uses a baby wipe, which he is now thankful that Sam picked up, to clean off Castiel's legs. He hands Castiel another one to wipe his business. Castiel picks out underwear and a pair of pajama bottoms to wear. After those were on, Dean helps him put clean socks and his light-up shoes on to his feet.

"Next time just tell one of us if you gotta pee."

Castiel nods. "Okay. I'm sorry, Dean."

"Now stop saying sorry." Dean stands up. "Sammy, you got it?"

"Yeah," Sam says with a surprised tone. "The booster seat came with two padded covers. The makers probably had something like this in mind when they made these."

"Good. Now let's get back on the road, little man."

Dean ruffles Castiel's hair before he ran to Sam so he could help him in the seat.

"What the hell?" Bobby says as he lets his head rest in his hands.

"That's what I said." Dean says as he leans back in his chair.

"Do you understand how weird this is?"

"Well compared to other things that has happened to us, this is pretty low on the weird list." Sam says honestly.

The men were sitting in the living room. Sam was sitting on the couch, while Bobby and Dean sat on different chairs. Castiel was sitting in the floor with this coloring book, crayons, and juice.

"Why is he drinking juice?" Bobby asks. "He's an angel."

"Well they aren't supposed to pee either but that didn't stop him." Dean says.

Castiel looks up at Dean with an annoyed expression. "I thought we were over that, Dean. You said you weren't angry."

"I'm not angry about it."

"Well then let's not speak about it. That was not one of my most proud moments."

Bobby laughs.

"I have a theory on why Cas can pee and why he wants to drink juice." Sam speaks up.

"Well let's hear it," Bobby says getting annoyed.

Castiel looks towards Sam.

"I think Cas's mind is slowly de-aging as well." Sam says. "I believe that the spell that was put on him couldn't work fully in the beginning because he's an angel. So as time goes on, he'll slowly acquire mannerisms that a human five year old would have."

"I don't wanna be five." Castiel says as he goes back to coloring the page.

Dean sighs dramatically. "Well I don't know about you three, but I am tired."

"If you're planning on staying long, there's a few rooms upstairs that you can camp out in." Bobby says.

Dean stands up and leaves for the bedroom.

"Sam, I wanna watch Elmo." Castiel says.

"I don't think Elmo is on." Sam says. He really was not in the mode for another Sesame Street marathon.

"Check and see,"

Sam lays his head back against the couch, closing his eyes.

"Go on up to bed, Sam." Bobby says. "I'll watch over the little one."

"Thanks, Bobby." Sam says as he goes up the stairs.

Castiel stands up, grabbing his coloring page. He walks to Bobby and hands it to him.

Bobby looks at the blue dog, the yellow barn, and the green grass in the picture. "That's nice, Cas. How about we go hang it on the refrigerator?"

Castiel's eyes light up and he nods. "Yeah, yeah,"

Dean lazily moves his feet against the ground on his way to the kitchen, where a very beautiful smell was coming from. His already happy mood perks up when he sees Sam, Bobby, and the little baby angel going about their business.

"Dean!" Castiel yells throwing his arms into the air.

"Hiya, Cas." Dean says as he sits beside the kid. He forks a couple pieces of bacon on to the plate that was already laid out, and then spoons some eggs on it, too.

"It turns out Cas really likes bacon." Sam informs Dean.

"Yeah, he does." Bobby says from his seat. "The little poop ate so much of the first batch that before Sam even came down I had to fry up some more."

"I'm not poop." Castiel says trying to act offended but his front falls through and he giggles.

"Dean, when you're finished eating, we can start researching ways to get Castiel back to his former glory." Sam says as he sits back in his chair.

Dean shakes his head while shoveling eggs into his mouth. "I'm not into that."

"Dean, come on."

Persistent Dean shakes his head again. "I feel that you and Bobby could cover that. I could watch after Cas."

Castiel smiles at the idea.

"But that's not hard. It's not like he does anything." Sam argues.

"I color and pee!" Castiel yells at him.

Bobby laughs before speaking. "Fine, Sam and I will be on research duty."

Sam opens his mouth to protest but Bobby raises a finger at him. Dean smiles in triumph.

"But Dean, while you watch after Cas, you can make yourself even more useful. There's a car in the back that needs fixin'. I feel like you can do that as well."

Dean moans. "Alright, I'll do it."

Castiel was sitting under the hood of a car coloring in another page. A little while in to spending time in the sun, he started complaining about the sun beaming down on him. Dean, in order to make the constant complaining stop, made a little tent for Castiel out of tires and the hood. Dean was lying underneath the raised car working away.

They were going about their business in a silence that's probably only comfortable between two people who are incredibly close. The only noises that could be heard were the random tool-on-tool or tool-on-car noises or the birds that were talking to each other.

For a while Little Castiel was content, he had his coloring book and he had a cup of juice. But then his cup had emptied and his hand started to hurt from coloring. Castiel put the gray crayon back into the box and crossed his arms. He looks towards Dean. He tries to study Dean, like he did when he was bigger, but his little child mind grew bored of that as well. He couldn't concentrate as well as he could before.

"I'm bored." He says finally.

"Oh, are you?"

"Yeah," Castiel stretches his legs out in front of himself and tries to touch his toes.

Dean comes out from underneath the car. He crawls a little ways from the car, and then lies down. Castiel crawls over and lies beside him before he could tell him to. They look up towards the sky. There were a couple clouds rolling by. Dean points to one.

"What does that look like, Cas?"

Castiel looks at the cloud. "A cloud?"

"That looks like a total dinosaur." Dean tells him.

Castiel tries to fully inspect the cloud. He squints his eyes, really trying to make the cloud look like a dinosaur. "But it's a cloud. How could it be a dinosaur?"

"Have some imagination, Cas. Just stare at it. Don't try and make it look like anything."

Castiel looks at Dean, who was staring up at the sky. Castiel watches as Dean's eyes dart across the sky. He watches Dean become completely captivated by the beautiful blue. Castiel looks back towards the sky, and tries to let his imagination let loose as he stares at the cloud.

"Cat," Castiel suddenly says. He points to a cloud over to the right. "That's a cat."

Dean looks over and kind of sees a cat. "Good, man." Dean quickly points to another cloud. "What does that one look like?"

"A truck with a cake on top,"

Dean laughs. "A cake?"

"Yeah, don't you see it?"

"Yeah, I see it."

"That one is Baby."

"Baby?"

"The im-pa-la," Castiel has to sound out the simple word to make sure it sounded right.

Dean nods, and smiles a bit. "Alright, that cloud is Baby."

"I'm gonna give them these sandwiches, Bobby." Sam says as he's walking towards the back door.

"You better come back! Don't try and leave all this research to me!" Bobby yells.

Sam laughs. "I would never do that!"

Sam exits the house and begins walking towards Dean and Castiel. He passes a few broken cars, a few ripped apart cars, and a couple rickety chairs that have what looks like to be a fire pit near them. Sam slows down when he hears talking. He stops a little ways away from Dean and Castiel when he sees them laying out, and looking up.

"That kind of looks like a dragon," He hears Dean say as he points up.

Castiel gasps. "Yeah, that's a total dragon. Woah!" Then he points at a cloud himself. "That's its baby!"

Sam couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched his brother be all domestic. He never knew that Dean liked watching clouds. Sam realizes what he was here for; he walks forward and speaks up.

"Are you two hungry?" He asks.

Castiel quickly rises up and looks at Sam. He smiles wildly. "Sam!"

"Hey, man."

Castiel switches positions to where he was sitting on his calves and knees; he puts his hands on his thighs. "Dean was teaching me how to look at clouds."

"That's exciting."

"Whatcha bring, Sammy?"

"Turkey sandwiches,"

Sam hands Dean the two paper plates. Dean hands Castiel the sandwich that cut up into fours. Castiel puts the sandwich on the ground, and picks one of the pieces of sandwich up and bites into it.

"This is good." Castiel says mostly to himself.

Sam turns around to let them go back to their cloud watching. He turns back around. "Did you put sun block on you and Cas?"

"Of course, Samantha. I wasn't just gonna let the kid burn up."

"Yeah, Samantha."

Dean and Castiel share a laugh as Sam rolls his eyes in a playful manner then walk away. Before he was out of ear shot he had Castiel yell.

"That one looks like a bird!"

"That is a bird, Cas."

"Oh,"

Sam chuckles to himself.

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