okay, so here's chapter two. Thank you to everyone who's reading along and for the favourites and comments. Your support means everything.

Now lets see what these two tiny terrors get up to today.

As it turned out, the bunker was not a very child friendly venue. After turning the kitchen inside out, the best kid appropriate crockery the Winchester's could find were a couple of old plastic Tupperware lids for plates and a some old, dinted, anodised cups that were probably left over from an old field kit.

After making a few jelly sandwiches, no peanut butter, they only had crunchy and Dean was worried they would choke on the nuts, they set the mini celestials down on a blanket in the library to eat.

"Okay." Dean said, stepping back and watching the babies eat. Well, at least Cas was eating, Crowley was mostly just smooshing his sandwich over his face. "You keep an eye on these two, I'm gonna run into town and grab some supplies. Diapers, sippy cups and stuff like that."

"Wait, why do I have to stay here?" Sam asked.

"Because I know what I need to get, it'll be quicker. I did this stuff all the time when I was with Lisa and don't forget who kept your sorry arse clothed and alive."

"Fine, you go." Sam conceded, but not without flashing mild bitch face #17.

Dean responded with his own victorious smirk before crouching down in front of the two de-aged beings.

"Hey Cas? I'm going to go into town to get you some stuff, okay. I'll just be gone a little while and Sammy here's going to look after you. You gonna be a big boy and help him with Crowley?" He asked.

"Yeah." Cas replied as he knelt on the floor, Dean's T-shirt pooling around his knees and chubby little legs while he scooped the jelly out from between the two slices of bread and stuck his finger in his mouth.

"Awesome." Dean nodded once and stood back up. "You got this Sammy." He said clapping his brother on the shoulder and walking away.

"Dean, Wait!"

Dean turned back to face his sibling.

"What if one of them messes their diaper or starts to cry?" Sam asked desperately.

"Sam, you've faced down demons and werewolves, ghouls, ghosts and vampires. Hell, you've even been to hell, several times, and lived to tell the tale. I think you can manage a couple of infants for half an hour."

"But..."

"You got this Sammy, I have faith."

Sam watched miserably as Dean walked away. The sound of the garage door closing never sounded so ominous as it did right then.

"Okay guys." Sam said with a sigh as he turned around. "Let's...oh crap!"

The blanket was empty, save for the abandoned half eaten sandwiches and cups of milk, Crowleys tipped onto its side, the milk soaking into the heavy wool.

"Deans going to kill me!" Sam groaned. "Okay, they're two tiny little supernatural being with tiny little legs. How far can they have gone? If I can figure out which direction they went I can catch them easily. I mean, their stride is what, six, eight inches? Mine has to be at least three feet, so yeah, figure out which way they went and catch up to them, lickety split."

Sam took off, following a trail of rapidly fading sticky hand prints only for it to peter out six feet into the hallway.

"Cas? Crowley?" Sam called as he ran from room to room, searching for the angel and demon.

Forty five minutes later Sam had searched almost the entire bunker, even rooms they didn't use, had never been in, or didn't even know existed. This place was huge! He was about to begin a second sweep of the bedrooms when he heard the front door swing open.

"Oh shit!" He cursed, changing course and heading in that direction. He slid to a stop at the foot of the stairs. "Dean!" He exclaimed with both relief and trepidation. It wasn't as if he thought the tiny duo would have been able to open the door anyway, but he was hoping to have retrieved the pair before his brother returned.

"Hey Sammy, where are Heckle and Jeckle?" Deana asked and he made his way down.

"I lost them!" Sam said in a rush of words.

"What?" Dean asked, freezing with one foot hovering in mid air.

"I can't find them." Sam admitted.

"What the fu...How in the hell did you manage to lose a miniature angel and the baby king of hell in the hour I've been gone?" Dean questioned his brother as he quickly made his way down the remaining stairs and dropped his shopping bags and packets of diapers on the map table.

"I don't know, Dean! I just turned around and they weren't there!" Sam was desperate, but Dean was here now, he would take care of this. He would fix it.

"They're babies, Sam! You have to watch them all the time!" Dean told his brother. Dean ran his hands through his hair and turned a quick circle. "Okay, what's done is done. Where have you looked?"

"Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, storage." Sam listed the rooms one by one.

"Dungeon?" Dean asked.

"Nope, it's locked."

"Okay, here's the game plan. First, take a deep breath, calm yourself." Dean instructed.

Sam took a breath, several in fact while Dean watched on. When his body lost some of its tension, Dean spoke again.
"Right, I'll go look in the garage, you go check the bedrooms again. Clear them, properly, then lock each door as you go. Little beggars are probably continually moving and if they're behind you, you won't stand a chance. I'll do the kitchen again, the laundry and storage. I'll even poke my head into the dungeon, just incase. We don't know how much juice is still in their little bodies. We'll meet back here the start on the medical and utility rooms. Sound like a plan."

"Yeah, yeah, good plan." Sam agreed, anxiety over the missing kids still ramped up to 113.

The brothers separated and began their search, meeting back in the library twenty minutes later.

"Any luck?" Sam asked entering from one door.

"Nope, you?" Dean said walking in from the opposite side.

"None. The bedrooms are all cleared and locked. Though by the way, you might want to think about doing something about the porn collection under your bed. That many magazines has to be a fire hazard."

"Yeah, what ever. With this whole Amara thing, who's got time to go find a random hook up. I need my stress relief Sammy." Dean said, flapping a hand in Sam's direction. "But, back to the task at hand. I've cleared the garage, kitchen, laundry, storage rooms and dungeon. That leaves..."

"Utility room, control room, comms room, med bay and bathroom." Sam supplied.

"Alright, all big areas, with lots of places to hide and even more dangerous stuff to hurt or kill someone smaller than three feet tall."

"We gotta find them Dean, fast."

"Alright, we'll start in the coms room." Dean said giving Sam a little push in that direction.

Just as they were about to leave the room, Dean heard a small noise and grabbed Sam by the arm to stop him.

"Did you hear that?" He asked his younger brother.

"No, what?" Sam answered shaking his head.

"Shh. Listen." Dean held his finger to his lips as the brothers cocked their heads and strained to hear anything in the silence.

They straightened up and looked at each other when a quiet giggle reached their ears.

"This way." Dean mouthed silently. Sam nodded and followed his brother as they traced the source of the sound.

It seemed to be coming from the alcove at the end of the war room that housed the telescope. They quietly approached, Dean reaching out with his left hand and grasping the edge of the red velvet curtain that hung from the ceiling.

"One, two. Three." Sam counted quietly, Dean roughly drawing the curtain to the side on the three.

"A-ha!" He yelled, startling the two children hiding behind it.

Cas jumped and looked up at the two hunters hovering above him and began laughing. Crowley just smiled around the end of his tail that he was chewing on.

Dean frowned down at the tiny duo, standing with his hands on his hips, while Sam almost collapsed with relief.

"There you are!" Sam breathed with relief.

"Oh, yeah, look at you two. Think you're so clever don't you?" Dean asked them, not really expecting an answer. "No more hiding. You almost gave momma Sammy here a heart attack." Dean gestured at his brother with his thumb.

Cas flicked deceivingly innocent blue eyes between the brothers. Crowley just offered up his soggy tail.

"Alright you two, come on, let's get you into something more age appropriate." Dean bent down and picked up the tiny angel, leaving mini-demon for Sam.

"Eww! He's soaking!" Sam grimaced in disgust at the cold wetness he could feel when he settled micro-Crowley on his hip.

"Take him to the bathroom, we'll wash them up and get them into proper diapers and some warmer clothes."

Sam ran a shallow bath while Dean stripped the tiny people of their make shift diapers and shirts, wrapping a large towel around each of them to keep them warm while they waited for the bath. Even with his large hands, Sam found it difficult to keep a good grip on a wet, squirmy Crowley, while Dean had no trouble with Castiel who was content to sit in the shallow water, playing with the wash cloth while Dean carefully wiped streaks of dust and cobwebs, and spots of jelly from his little wings, making sure to realign each feather as he went.

Once the kiddies were clean and dry, Dean dressed them in fresh diapers and put Crowley in a onesie, complete with a hole for his tail and Cas into a warm pair of sweats, a tiny band T-shirt, proclaiming his support for Motörhead and a pair of thick fluffy socks, the kind with little non-slip dots on the bottom.

Crowleys belly gurgled as he was crawling around the table, so Dean warmed a little bit of milk and put it in a new, freshly washed, sippy cup and gave it to Sam. He put together a small snack plate, suitable for young and old and gave Cas a cup of juice. Crowley was contentedly drinking his milk as Sam carried him to his room, followed by Dean and a very slowly walking Cas, who screamed the moment Dean picked him up and demanded 'down!'.

They finally made it and settled on Sam's bed. The younger hunter found a child appropriate movie on Netflix and they settled down to watch it. Cas squeezed in between Sam and Dean, his wings now tucked away close to his back, and happily snacked on cheese fingers and apple slices while he watched the animated characters move around the screen. Crowley refused to let go of Sam and was curled in his lap, drinking his milk and twirling his hair with his free hand. He gave a big yawn and snuggled against Sam's chest. Five minutes later, Sam looked down to see Crowley asleep still holding his sippy cup against his chest. The younger Winchester carefully pried the cup away and set it on his side table then rearranged himself so they both would be comfortable. Ten minutes later he was asleep too.

Dean felt a small tap on his arm and looked down at Cas.

"'Leeping." The little angel said, pointing to Sam and Crowley.

"Yeah they are." Dean replied. "Are you feeling tired too?"

"Yeah." Cas nodded, rubbing his eye with his tiny fist.

Deans heart clenched at the adorable-ness of it.

"Why don't you lay down a bit and have a nap?" Dean asked.

"'Kay." Cas replied then skooched down and lay his head on Dean's thigh, using it as a pillow. Dean gently stroked his hair and shortly the angel of the lord was asleep too. Dean placed his arm over the tiny body and settled back to finish the show. He never did see if the old man with the balloon house made it to Paradise Falls, because he was snoring not twenty minutes later.