Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Witching Hour~ Castiel

*You go on a hunt with Castiel but things don't go according to plan*
Thank you for the request EmuTeen :)

"Shh, she's in that room." I whisper to Cas, pointing to a heavy-looking door opposite us.

Sam and Dean thought it would be good to split up for this hunt, with them taking on a bunch of ghouls and the two of us taking on the witch that's been turning a lot of people into various animals and objects. Creative. I don't mind hunting with the innocent angel that seems to have a profound bond with my brother. He's actually quite handy and the lessons Dean gave him on self defence and fighting seemed to have paid off so far.

I give Cas a look that says 'lets do this before we get our ass kicked' and before I know it, the door is blown off its hinges and we rush into the room. Yes, I'm aware it isn't the most thoughtful plan.

As soon as I enter the room, I sense that something isn't right. The witch is standing behind a table, chanting something in Latin. The time's limited. "Quick!" I yell at Cas and set off running towards her, but the world around me seems to grow taller. Or maybe I'm growing smaller. No that's ridiculous. By the time I reach the table she was behind, she's gone and I'm crawling on fours.

What's happened? What the hell did she do to me? I go to stand up, but I just topple over again until I see Cas looking at me in surprise. He's really freaking tall. Like, twice the size of Sam. This is so confusing.

I'm about to ask him why everything is so large, but all that comes out of my mouth is a strange mix of syllables.

I turn my head around in surprise and come face to face with a mirror. The sight shocks me, to say the least. I'm not me. I'm... I'm a freaking toddler.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Castiel asks with a confused expression on his face. He walk towards me and picks me up in his arms. I don't like how tall he is. Like a giant.

I try to yell at him, but the same as before happens. Just some random letters combined leave my mouth. By this point, I'm angry and start hitting his arms and chest with my little arms. But he only seems amused by this.

Through the cracked door frame walk in Sam and Dean, breathing heavily as if they just ran a marathon. Which with Deans lazy ass is pretty much impossible.

"W-where's (Y/N)?" Sam stutters, bending over a little to catch his breath. I don't even bother trying to talk again and swear at him. I know what will happen. Instead what I do, is start hitting Castiel again so he hopefully catches on and tells them.

"That witch. I'm afraid she turned (Y/N) into a baby." He says, looking down at me with a mix of confusion and adoration.

Dean's eyes widen and he walks towards me, coming close and observing me as if this was an artefact in a bloody museum.

"Are you sure it's-" he starts to say, but I reach over with my tiny hand and grab his finger, pulling it to my mouth and biting it hard.

He immediately pulls it away, looking down at me in shock. "Son of a bitch, it's (Y/N) alright" he mutters, looking down at the mark I left with my teeth. I bet this isn't the type of tooth mark he's used to getting. I'm kind of proud of it though.

"Cas, take her to the bunker and look after her. We'll try to find the witch and reverse the spell." Sam speaks up, looking at me with confusion. And before I know it, I'm back in the bunker with Cas standing above me. I'm sitting on top of the library table, the books around me.

Cas keeps looking down at me in confusion, as if he doesn't know what to do. And I really don't blame him. He's an angel of the Lord, not a babysitter.

To help him out a little, or maybe to confuse him even more, I do what every baby does when they want something. I start bawling my eyes out.

This just alarms him even more though. He quickly pulls out his phone and walks out of the room so he can hear either Sam or Dean more clearly. Wrong move, Cassie.

I do my best to push the pile of books next to me onto the floor with my useless baby hands. And when I do succeed, Castiel comes running into the room with the phone in one hand and an angel blade in the other. Quite amusing.

When he sees that it was just me who knocked over the books and that I've stopped crying, he sighs in relief and walks out again to talk on the phone. Wrong move again.

I push over the other pile with great effort and almost fall of the table with it but manage to stay put. As the books crash again, Cas comes through again but this time without the previous items.

He stops in front of me, looking like the awkward angel he is, but picks me up anyway. It's weird being so small. I'm sort of glad I don't recall my younger years.

"Um, who's the cutest little baby in the world?" Cas asks awkwardly, holding me out at arms length to examine me. You've got to be kidding me. At this, I burst out laughing which literally turns into a bunch of small toddler giggles.

He smiles a little and repeats the phrase again. I can't contain my laughter and it gets to the point where my stomach hurts.

After I stop, which takes a minute, he looks at me again. Only this time, he furrows his eyebrows.

"I wonder if this is what you actually looked like" he says, turning me around in his hands. I'm being manhandled and I don't like it.

As soon as he brings me to his chest once again, I use the closeness to kick him, even though I know that he doesn't feel it. It satisfies me though. Baby me is a badass.

I'm about to slap his chest again, but as I extend my hand, I see it starting to grow. Within a matter of seconds, everything around me seems to be the right height again and I feel normal. Well, as normal as someone that was turned into a two year old. Although Cas is still holding me the way you'd hold a newborn baby. I don't object though.

Instead, I grin and kiss his cheek. I'm back to normal, baby. But oh, am I gonna get him for it. He's so irresponsible. Not that he's had any experience with babies before. But c'mon, that's basic knowledge.

I hop out of his arms and slap his chest as I was intending on before I grew and glare at him. "Never leave a toddler unsupervised. I could have fallen and died you jerk."

He looks at me in confusion, but that quickly changes to amusement as he sees that I'm not a 100% serious.

"Oh, and I'm the cutest little baby in the world" I reply with a chuckle, standing on my toes to kiss him properly.

Even in my full height, he's still taller than me.