Here we are with a other de-aged fic! When I first started this back in…'checks notes' …2021 I had to ask the irrepressible MalicMalic about the kid stuff because mine had all grown up and she still had small children. Then I put this story aside to work on something else. By the time I came back to it my house was filled with toddlers so I had a wealth of inspiration! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

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"You're saying it wrong!" Crowley yelled, snatching the parchment from the angels hand.

"I have been speaking Enochian since before you slipped out from between your mothers thighs!" Castiel snapped back grabbing for the spell.

"Well clearly not, because you're putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable!" The demon growled, holding the parchment away from Castiels reaching hand.

Sam sat on sideways on the table and Dean was in a chair beside him. They had been watching this back and forth for ten minutes.

"I can't do this any more." Dean suddenly said.

Sam looked down in time to see his brother snatch up his empty beer bottle and leave the table. After a moment he followed Dean into the kitchen.

"This is ridiculous Sam!" Dean exclaimed as he popped the top of another bottle of beer, throwing the cap into the sink. "We've been at this for weeks! Weeks! Heckle and Jeckle out there, they just keep going around and around in circles and we're no closer to finding a way to stop Amara!"

"Dean, it's gonna be okay, we'll figure this out. We're gonna f..."

Suddenly the kitchen was enveloped in darkness and the bunker shook. When the lights came back on seconds later the brothers looked at each other worriedly.

"Do you hear that?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head. "It's silent."

Sam looked back towards the library.

"Do you think...Amara?"

Both brothers ran back into the library, weapons drawn, only to find it empty.

"Cas? Crowley?" Dean called, but both the angel and demon were nowhere to be seen.

The brothers heard a quiet sound from the other side of the table and Sam slowly walked around to investigate, gun at the ready.

"Be careful Sammy." Dean warned.

Sam nodded once and leaned around to look at the floor.

"Holy crap!" He exclaimed, standing straight and lowering his gun to his side.

"What?" Dean asked urgently. "What is it?"

"You gotta see this!" Sam said, fighting a smile.

Dean hurried to his brothers side and looked down. There, in a puddle of clothing, was one very naked infant demon and an equally nude toddler angel.

"Well...shit!" Dean exclaimed.

"What do you think happened?" Sam asked.

"No clue." Dean answered as he looked around. On the table he spotted half of a familiar piece of parchment. He looked down and saw the other half under the table. He bent down and picked it up, placing both pieces side by side. It was the spell Cas and Crowley were bickering over. "Do you think this might have something to do with it?"

"I don't know." Sam replied with a shrug, carefully leaning over the tiny angel and demon for a better look. "I could try to translate it but it's gonna take a while."

"Yeah, you do that. In the mean time, I'm gonna go get some old sheets and stuff."

"Sheets? What do you need sheets for." Sam asked his retreating brother.

"For diapers." Dean said waving a hand at the two children on the floor. "Just until one of us can get to town for something better."

Sam frowned at his brother.

"Why would we need diapers?" He asked as he bent down and picked up baby Crowley, who was trying to pull himself up Sam's leg. "Do angels or demons even go to the bathroom."

Sam held the tiny demon up and examined him. The infant King of Hell decided to answer that particular question for the hunter in the form of cooing, then his little penis raised slightly and he urinated right down Sam's front. Sam gasped and held the devil child at arms length while Dean lost his shit. The younger Winchester turned to glare at his brother, who was doubled over, laughing hysterically, tears running down his cheeks, and clutching the table for support. Some bitchy insult rose up in Sam mind but then he realised he couldn't remember the last time he saw his brother laughing like that, certainly not since this whole Amara thing had started, probably not for months, even years, before that, so he let it slide and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, just go get the sheets."

It took Dean a good thirty seconds to compose himself enough to set off on his intended mission, even then he was still chuckling as he walked down the hallway. He returned with a folded sheet and a couple of old t-shirts. Sam left his older brother to deal with the de-aged angel and demon while he went to clean up and change shirts. Using his knife, Dean cut squares out of the linen and folded them into some sort of shape that vaguely resembled a diaper. He decided to deal with Crowley first seeing as how Castiel was happily sitting in his pile of clothes and playing with his tie. He picked up the demon, making sure to keep one eye on Cas to make sure he didn't strangle himself, and laid the little man-boy on the cloth. After figuring out a way to keep the little tail that Crowley was growing out of the bottom of his spine, out of the way, he wrapped the makeshift diaper around him and tied it tightly. Next he carefully pulled and old AC/DC T-shirt over his head to at least attempt to keep him warm.

"Okay Cas, you're next." Dean announced as he deposited Crowley on the floor, sitting him on the black suit jacket that had been left behind when the demon shrunk.

He picked up Castiel and stood him on the table.

"Alright, how am I gonna do this?" He asked himself as he looked at the little pair of wings fluttering from Cas' back. "Is it going to hurt if I lay you down?" He asked the mini angel.

The angel didn't answer, just raised his hands then brought them down to slap against Deans cheeks.

"Great talk." Dean muttered. "Well guess there's only one way to find out."

He picked Cas up and lay him down on the cold table. The angel immediately arched away from the cool wood and tried to squirm out of Deans hands.

"Oh no you don't!" The hunter tightened his grip and quickly got the diaper secured while Castiel did everything but cooperate with him.

He had just managed to get a shirt onto the toddler, after cutting a few strategically placed slots for the little wings, when Sam appeared and picked up Crowley, who was now trying to either climb up Deans leg or pull his jeans down. Sam sat the little demon on the table next to Cas, keeping one hand on his waist.

"So what are we going to do with them?" Sam asked.

"Don't know." Dean said pursing his lips together in displeasure.

"How old do you reckon they are?"

"Dunno, Cas maybe...18 months, Crowley, a year, maybe a little less."

"Do you think they remember anything. Who they are?"

"I don't know Sam. Why don't you ask them?" Dean said exasperated, extending his hand in the small beings direction.

"Fine, I will." Sam replied, surprised by Deans small out burst. "Hey Cas. Do remember me? Do you know who we are?" He asked the micro servant of heaven.

Cas nodded solemnly.

"Ammy." He said pointing at Sam

"Very good." Sam pointed at the angel. "And who are you."

"As!" The small cherub said, smacking both hands into his stomach. "Ammy. As. Owie. Dee!" He recited pointing to each of them in turn before raising his hands in the air and launching himself at the oldest of the brothers. Dean caught him before he could fly right off the table.

"Wow, okay, I guess we know who his favourite is." Sam joked.

"Shut up Sam." Dean said, repositioning Cas on his hip. "So now what?" He asked as he bounced and tickled little Cas while Sam grabbed Crowley up as he tried to crawl away.

"Dunno. Think they might be hungry?" Sam asked holding the small demon like a towel draped over his arm. "What do angels and demons even eat?"

"Well Cas really liked cheeseburgers when Famine was hanging about." Dean suggested.

"Hmm, not sure about feeding cheeseburgers to a toddler." Sam said.

"Well look at you Dr. Spock. Okay then, when he was human he loved PB&J."

"I think we can manage that. What about Crowley?"

"Anything fruity with an umbrella in it."

"What?" Sam asked looking at his brother confused.

"Nothing." Dean brushed him off with a shake of his head. "Come on, let's go see if we can find these two something to eat. And Sam, that's not how you carry... you know what, he's a demon, never mind."