After eating the sandwiches and lying back down, Castiel had rolled into Dean and put his head on Dean's chest. He was asleep in a matter of seconds. Dean puts his arm behind his own head, with the other hand he starts running his fingers through the thin hair of Castiel.

Dean thinks about the little boy beside him. He thinks about how just last week this kid was an adult with adult feelings and adult problems. Castiel was under a lot of stress when Dean had seen him last. His electric eyes seemed faded almost of color. Even though he didn't need sleep at the time, Castiel looked like he needed a rest.

Dean was secretly happy the angel was magically transformed into a child. He thought it'd give Castiel the time to slow down. He wanted the most important choice Castiel had to choose was between whether he should drink orange or grape juice.

Castiel takes in a stuttered breath, and then his arms pushes against Dean and his legs curled up. Dean looks down at him in time to see his blue eyes open. Castiel looks up at Dean.

"Hello, Dean."

"Hello," Hey says back. "Did you have a nice nap?" He lets his arm stretch out.

Castiel rolls over and stretches, too. When he's finished, he closes his eyes and nods. "Yeah, up until I had a dream about a lake."

"What happened in it?"

"It was scary. I'm trying to decipher it. It was very confusing."

Dean shrugs. "I bet it's nothing."

Castiel rises up and looks towards Bobby's house. "I wanna go check on Bobby and Sam."

"Okay," Dean found it odd that he had this sudden worry about the two guys.

Dean picks up their plates while Castiel gets his juice cup, crayons, and coloring book.

When they enter the house, Castiel drops his stuff and runs in to the room where Bobby and Sam had been cooped up. Dean picks the cup up and pushes the other stuff closer to the wall and out of the way. He trashes the plates and puts the cup in the sink. Dean goes in to the room where everyone else was.

Castiel was sitting next to Bobby very closely with his arm hooked around Bobby's and his head resting on it. Sam looks to Dean and mentally asks him what had happened. Dean shrugs. They decide to drop the subject at the moment.

For the next few hours, Castiel wouldn't leave Bobby's side. He sat next to him while he was researching. Castiel waited outside the bathroom, talking to Bobby through the door. When Bobby started on dinner, Castiel sat in the kitchen with him. He sat at the table and watched Bobby attentively. Bobby didn't mind the short-stack following him, but it was beginning to worry him. The little guy wouldn't really say anything. Mostly he sat there, staring off in to space or looking at Bobby.

Castiel began acting a bit like his usual self after they ate dinner. All four of them sat in the living room watching the television. The television program was semi appropriate for their little tyke, but it didn't matter, he wasn't really paying attention. He had let go of Bobby and moved to sit beside Dean. Castiel sat close while Dean had his arm around him. Castiel was leaned against Dean and was pretty close to falling asleep.

"Dean, Castiel needs to take a bath." Bobby randomly says.

Dean thinks about it. Castiel hadn't had a bath since he was with them, and he wondered if Gabriel had cleaned him.

"Okay," Dean pokes Castiel in the stomach. "Cas, come on, wake up. We gotta go get you clean."

Castiel opens his eyes. "With water?"

"Yeah, with water. That's how people get clean." Dean tells him.

Castiel shakes his head. "I don't think so."

Dean picks Castiel up. "Come on, man. You don't want to be stinky. Do you?"

"I'm pretty fine with it."

Sam holds back a chuckle.

Dean walks up the stairs to his room, where they had kept Castiel's new clothes and stuff. Dean picks a pair of underwear and a pair of pajamas. Castiel was holding on tight to Dean's clothes as they inched closer and closer to the bathroom.

"How about we don't do it, Dean?" Castiel says as he leans back to look at Dean, to try and reason with him. "It's okay to be stinky. It's good for my health."

"I think it's actually bad for your health." Dean says as he sits Castiel down on the sink's counter. He shuts the door then sets the clothes on the counter, too.

"I'm an angel. I think I'd know."

"And I know what people smell like after a couple days without baths." Dean turns the water on. "It's not nice, Cas."

Dean adjusts the water until it's warm but not warm enough to burn the boy. He turns around to help Castiel undress but he was curled around himself and it looked like he wasn't going to move.

"Dean," He says then shakes his head.

"Cas, the bathtub isn't a monster. It's not going to hurt you. Come on, you're a big boy." Dean looks at Castiel's expression, trying to pull it apart and understand it.

"I'm not scared of the bathtub." He says in a quiet voice. He doesn't look up at Dean's eyes. He is too ashamed of this little fear.

Dean thinks about it.

"Is this about the dream you had about the lake?"

Castiel nods.

"You're scared of the water."

"Yeah,"

"What happened in the dream?"

"I-It's hard to explain, because I don't really know. But there was water, a lot of it. Bobby was there and he-" Castiel cuts himself off. He really doesn't want to talk about it.

"Is that why you were hanging around with Bobby all day?"

Castiel nods. "I was scared something was going to happen."

"Cas, it was probably just a nightmare. Some people have them for no reason."

"The water though,"

"I'm going to be in here with you. If you get too scared, we'll take you right out. Okay?"

Castiel looks over to the bathtub filled a little bit with water. He looks to Dean. "Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Castiel nods.

After undressing him, Dean puts Castiel in the bathtub. Dean tried to make the experience less stressful by telling Castiel stories. Castiel giggles at a few of them. Dean washes Castiel's hair and tells him when he was going to pour the water over his head. Castiel held on to Dean's hand when he did it. Castiel washed himself.

"Okay, it's time to get out." Dean says.

Castiel moves around the bubbles that were still in the water. "I kind of like it in here."

"See, the bath wasn't so bad after all. But you can't stay in there too long."

Castiel looks at Dean with a look of terror on his face. "Why?"

Dean squats down to get on his level. "Because if you do stay in too long, your entire body will turn in to a raisin,"

Castiel gasps. "No,"

"Yep, look at your hands."

Castiel looks at his hands and sees that they had turned wrinkly. "No!" Castiel stands up. "Out, out!"

Dean laughs and grabs a towel. He quickly wraps Castiel up in the towel. He picks him up and stands him up on the toilet lid. Dean reaches over the bathtub and pulls the stopper out of the drain. The water begins to ascend quickly down the drain causing a water gurgling noise. Castiel looks at the drain attentively, and steps a little away.

"Is something trying to come out of it?" He asks.

Dean shakes his head. "No. That's just the sound the drain makes when a lot of water goes down it." Dean laughs for a second. "Sammy was scared of the drain, too, when he was little."

An hour later, Castiel falls asleep while watching Scooby Doo. He was currently laying his upper body on Bobby's stomach. Dean comes from upstairs with wet hair. After giving Castiel a bath, Dean decided he needed one as well. Sam stands up upon his arrival and goes up the stairs. Apparently, it was bath night in the house.

"He was really tired. Wasn't he?" Dean says as he sits down on the couch.

"Yep. Five minutes into the show, he was already asleep."

Dean looks towards the TV. "The episode looks about over."

Bobby shrugs. "Sam and I got invested in it."

Dean shakes his head and chuckles. Bobby looks at him.

"Did you figure out what was bothering him?"

Dean nods. "Yeah, he had a pretty bad nightmare. He was scared that something was going to happen to you. Also, he was scared of the bath water."

"Huh," Bobby pats Castiel's head as he stirs a bit. "Do you think it was a foretelling nightmare?"

"I told him it was nothing. But I think that was just my hope talking."

Bobby doesn't respond to the sentence. "I think you need to take the little guy up to bed."

"Okay," Dean says as he stands up. "I think I'm going to go ahead and go to bed, too."

Dean picks Castiel up gently and puts him against his chest. Castiel opens his eyes slightly as Dean walks up the stairs and down the hallway. Before they make it to the room that Castiel had been sleeping in, he speaks up.

"Can I sleep with you?" He asks.

"Sure, little man."

Dean enters his room. He puts Castiel down on to the bed. He walks around it and gets in on the other side. Dean pulls the covers around them, and gets comfortable. He lies on his stomach and puts an arm under the pillow. Castiel rolls over and faces Dean. He's eyes were already closed and he was falling fast asleep. Dean closes his eyes, too.

Castiel takes the stairs one at a time while walking down them. He has one hand on the banister and the other is wrapped around the blanket that he was carrying around with him. It was trailing behind him. The blanket was the one he and Dean slept with. The little guy just woke up from his nap; he was hungry and wanted Elmo.

He looks around the room when he finally gets off the stairs. He walks in to the living room. It was empty which surprised him.

"Bobby," He says aloud as he walks in to the kitchen. Bobby wasn't in there.

"Sam," He says as he walks in to Bobby's room full of books. Sam wasn't in there either.

Castiel runs back in to the living room. He looks through the window to try and spot Baby, but he couldn't. "Dean! Bobby! Sam!"

When he got no answer, Castiel began to really panic. He lets go of the blanket and puts his finger nails in his mouth. Maybe they were just hiding from him, he thought. Castiel runs to the couch and stands up on it. He looks behind the couch.

"Sam!"

When he didn't see Sam there, Castiel slides off and walks to the downstairs bathroom. He knocks on the door.

"Bobby!"

Castiel reaches up and turns the knob. The door opens to reveal that Bobby wasn't there.

"Dean! Dean!"

Castiel stands in the middle of the kitchen, in his blue pajamas, when the sinking feeling starts to set in. His mind began to race with reasons why they would leave him behind. Maybe they forgot about him. Maybe they realized how much trouble Castiel was and thought it was best just to leave to his own devices. But Castiel doesn't know how to fry bacon. He doesn't know how to use the bathroom properly. Castiel begins to hyperventilate and big tears slipped down his face. He wipes the tears away but they were quickly replaced. He tries to believe that his friends wouldn't leave him, that they actually care about him, but being in the empty house wasn't helping him convince himself.

Clink

Castiel looks towards the back door. His eyes grow wide. He runs towards the door and pushes it open. He stands on the porch, listening with his eyes closed. He tries to kick in to his hypersensitive hearing. A few seconds later he hears another clink and a sonofabitch. Castiel jumps off the porch and begins running.

"Dean!" Castiel's sob filled voice knocks Dean out of his concentration. "Dean! Dean!"

Dean pushes himself from under the car. "Cas!"

He looks towards the house to see the little boy running at him full speed.

"Dean!" Castiel runs in to him at full force almost making Dean fall right on to his back.

Dean wraps his arms around the shaking and crying kid. "Cas, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"

Castiel wraps his arms around Dean's neck and his legs around Dean's waist. He wants to make sure that Dean wouldn't be able to leave him. "Dean," His voice was shaking.

"Cas, come on, buddy. You gotta tell me what's wrong."

"I…thought," Castiel wasn't able to speak. He was out of breath, and he couldn't think of how to string words together that would make sense. Dean tries to pull Castiel back so he could look at his face, but Castiel pulls himself tighter. "No,"

"Cas, I'm not gonna let go. But let me look at you."

Castiel leans back. He exchanges his tight hug around Dean for two hands clutching Dean's tshirt material. He hiccups.

Dean reaches up and pushes Castiel's hair out of his face. He wipes a couple tears away. "Cas, breathe. Cas, you gotta breathe." Dean demonstrates normal breathing for Castiel.

Castiel tries to copy the breathing. A minute later, Castiel was breathing normally and his sobs had subsided.

"Okay, little man. Tell me what's got you so scared."

"When I called for you, Sam, and Bobby nobody answered." Castiel's voice still shook. "I looked for Baby, but I couldn't find her. I thought you left me."

"Cas, man, why would you think we'd just get up and leave you?" Dean felt awful for leaving Castiel in the house alone. He had completely forgotten about Bobby and Sam leaving to get groceries when he came outside to work on the car.

"Because I'm hard to take care of," Castiel looks Dean in the eyes. His body was still shuttering from his sobs.

"Don't think like that." Dean pulls Castiel in to another hug.

Dean stands up and walks towards the house.

"I wouldn't leave you alone, Cas."

Castiel puts his head on Dean's shoulder. "Do you promise?"

"I promise." Dean says.

Dean enters the house and goes to the living room. He sits Castiel on the couch. He takes the blanket from the middle of the room and puts it on him. Castiel watches his every move, making sure he wouldn't run away.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asks as he turns the TV on. He switches to the channel that was known to play Sesame Street. Luckily, it was on.

"Yeah,"

Dean walks in to the kitchen. He pours the milk that was left in to a Sippy cup. Castiel has yet to comprehend cups. Dean quickly cuts up an apple, and then walks back in to the living room.

Dean sits beside Castiel. He hands him the cup, which Castiel starts drinking immediately. He hands him an apple piece.

"Here, little guy."

Castiel bites a piece off then leans against Dean. Dean moves his arm to put it around Castiel. He rubs the little boy's arm.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Castiel doesn't verbally respond because he is already too immersed in to Sesame Street, but he does burrow himself further into Dean's side.

When Bobby and Sam walk in an hour later, Castiel and Dean had changed positions. Dean was lying on the couch with his head turn towards the TV. Castiel's body was half tucked in to the couch and the other half was lying on top of Dean. His head was on Dean's shoulder and his eyes were glued to the TV. Dean was running his hand through Castiel's hair.

Dean glances over to the door when he notices them. "Hey, guys."

"Bobby," Castiel says quietly. He reaches a hand out.

Bobby walks up and holds Castiel's hand. "Hey, buddy."

Castiel doesn't say anything. He just looks at Bobby for a long time, going over him with his eyes, making sure he was really there. When he sure that this was the real Bobby, Castiel lets his hand go. He does the same with Sam.

"See, Cas. They came back. No one is going to leave you." Dean says quietly to the little boy.

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