Destiel one shots

The kids aren't alright

Plot: So Cas and Dean are turned into little kids and Dean is put back to being that mental age while Cas is still mentally an adult. So Sam has to figure out how to reverse the spell and deal with theses two snot nosed 5 year olds. (I got his idea from a pin, also apparently I like curses).

Sam plopped down onto his bed, dead tired. Dean, Cas and him had just finished off killing a bunch of witches. Sam mumbled into his pillow "I'm going to get some shut eye." to Dean and Cas

"Alright goodnight Sammy." Sam groaned but didn't argue with Dean about the name.
"Goodnight Sam." he heard Castiel call from the corner or the room. Shortly afterwards Sam drifted off to sleep, Dean followed after a while, Cas sat and watched over the two, although he soon let his eyes close, when a sudden wave of tiredness swept over him.

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Sam sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. He looked over at Dean's bed, but his brother wasn't resting there but a little kid. Sam jumped out of bed and looked over to see another little boy fast asleep in the chair, he had begun to stir. He noticed he was Cas trenchcoat and clothes, they were obnoxiously large on him. As his tired brain tried to process what was going the boys the eyes shot open, they were bright blue.

"Good morning Sam." the child said in a squeaky little voice, it was sorta cute.

"Cas?" Sam questioned in a gruff voice, from sleep.
"Yes." the boy replied cocking his head in confusion. "Why wouldn't it be me?" Sam looked at him in disbelief, Cas looked down at himself and shock spread across his face.
"My vessel appears to be a child now." he said flatly.
"Ya think?" Sam replied.

He heard little Dean begin to stir. Oh no he thought. Dean is going to freak. He looked over at his 'little' brother. That was going take some getting used to. Little Dean sat up, the collar of his shirt falling down off his shoulder, his hair sticking up in all different directions, his green eyes barely open, his mouth slightly agape, his freckles were more noticeable. He looked so carefree.

"Dean." Sam said carefully. Dean looked over at him suddenly alert. He seemed terrified when he saw him, he reached under his pillow pulled out his gun, cocked it and yelled "Dad." his voice was sorta high pitched, and cracked a little like it hadn't been used in a while. Sam went over to his startled brother.

"Hey," Sam said soothingly. "It's me Dean." this only seemed to startle him more.
"Who are you? Where's my dad? If you don't return me right now he will find you and kill you." Dean replied determinedly. He doesn't remember he must be at the same mentality as his age right now. Sam thought.

"Dean, it's me Sammy." Dean shook his head.
"No, Sammy just turned one. He's not some old dude." Their was a small snicker in the corner, and Dean turned to face Cas who was laughing slightly, never loosening his grip on the gun that was still trained in Sam.

"Who's he." Dean asked Sam, still looking at the little Castiel.
"It's a long story." Sam said.
"I could jog his memories with my grace." Cas offered standing up, his pants dropped down around his ankles and his shirt went down past his knees, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and he looked like he was swimming in his trenchcoat. Sam couldn't help but smile as the oddly adorable sight.

Sam looked over at Dean, expecting him to laugh, or something but he just sat there with a blank expression on his face. He's probably still terrified, he has no idea who we are. Sam thought. Cas walked over to Dean  awkwardly trying to tug up his pants and not trip on his coat, but he eventually abandoned the two on the floor.