Supernatural Reader Inserts

Mini Cas

Dean hated witches, this one especially would have her own special spot in Hell, (Literally Dean was going to talk to Crowley about this). She had knocked Sam out and cast a spell on a certain angel, who now didn't really look so angel like any more. You and Dean stood panting over the dead witch at your feet. You hadn't noticed what happened to Cas, as both of you went over to check on Sam.

"Sammy, wake up!" Dean says loudly shaking Sam, whose eyes fly open.

"Dean, Y/ N? Did you get her?" He slurs.

Dean gets up to look for Cas, assuming that being and angel was unaffected, if only. In a small bundle of trench coat something moved. Dean didn't notice but saw the pile of clothes, laughing he said, "I think the she zapped his clothes off!"

Then a head popped up, it was the face of a little kid, black hair mussed up blue eyes like Cas. The kids cocked his head to the right, looking at Dean with a quizzical look.

Dean swallowed heavily, "Uhh Cas?"

The mini looking Cas blinked, "Yes Dean, what is wrong?"

"Shit." Was all Dean could come up with.

Castiel looked down upon his self , "Dean, I believe the witch has de-aged my vessel."

You had helped Sam up and where looking at the small Cas in a trench coat. Looks like it would not be a short night. Cas stood up to his full height, which only reached about were Deans knee would be, wobbling he flopped back down, still looking rather dazed. Dean bent down and picked up Cas and a large amount of clothes, and looked behind him at you as you supported Sam from falling over.

"Ideas?" Dean tried. You had practically grown up with Sam and Dean after your father died when you where five and Dean was seven, and started dating Sam two or so years ago, in all that time you had seen a lot, but Dean holding a baby Cas was not one of them. Sam slumped even more, causing you to stumble a little forward.

"Mmm, we could uhh research," Sam mumbled.

"Dean we should leave, we can get the body tomorrow, no one will be around where in the middle of no where."

Dean nodded still trying to process Cas.

"I am afraid my grace is gone for the time being." Cas said matter of factly causing Dean to groan.

"Sam's right, we should research this," you offer.

Suddenly Cas perks up and looks Dean in the face, "Dean I am hungry." Although the voice of the angel sounded, lighter, younger it was still strange coming out of such a small body.

"I would like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." Dean rolls his eyes, and walks toward the door, you follow helping Sam, his shoulder still slung over yours and feet stumbling.

Sam's head flopped onto your shoulder. After a minute of arguing Sam is in the passenger seat, felling better, but still rather out of it. Dean is with Cas in the back seat, despite his wishes and your driving. You stop at a grocery store in town and hop out, Sam gets out of the car followed be Cas and Dean.

In the clothes section you throw a couple shirts in a cart and Dean still caring Cas, snickers as he throws a shirt reading 'I'm an angel!" Into the cart, despite the mini Cas giving him odd looks. You picked up peanut better and jelly, Cas told you not jam, bread and some deli meat and a case of beer. Odd looks were thrown at you when a smiling cashier asked, "Hey sweetheart, how old are you?" And Cas giving, "I'm an angel of the lord, I am extremely old."