HERE IT IS! MY FIRST CHAPTER, I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND IF YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO CUTE MOMENTS OF LITTLE CAS AND THE WINCHESTERS WELL DON'T READ ANY OF THE FUTURE CHAPTERS BECAUSE YOU MAY DIE.

"Come again?"

"Bobby it's just a quick hunt, well be back." Sam replied as Dean shoved clothes into his bag.

"I can get Rufus on it, we're dealing with Crowely and you boys want to go hunt?" Bobby was getting frustrated with the Winchester's patience.

"Look, we've been here for 3 days, I don't think I can handle sitting around the house anymore. Besides it was Cas who said he needed help with demons." Dean pointed out.

"Demons?" Bobby questioned.

Sam and Dean shared a look before Sam replied, "Yes, you caught us."

"So you igits are just gunna run in, guns blazing? Is that it?"

"Look, the're omens everywhere, and if we can help then so be it." Dean threw his duffle over his shoulder.

"And is Cas going to even help you on this?"

"Of course,"

All three turned to see the trench coated angel appear by the chair.

"I wouldn't put them in danger of such a small task unless I was there to help." Castiel added.

"Alright so where to?" Dean asked as he and Sam took a step forward.

"It's a town, about 30 minutes from here, I'll meet you-"

"No Cas, no zapping around when you're with us, ok?" The hunter ordered.

There was a short pause.

"I understand." The angel sighed.

Sam turned to Bobby, "We'll be back sometime tonight and one of us will call you if something goes wrong."

"Fine, but don't expect me to be the one busting in to save you if something DOES go wrong."

"Alright well, come on Cas, we better hit the road." Dean waved and walked out the door with his brother and Castiel close behind.

...

Bobby skimmed over the red leather book in his hand, it was past 11 o'clock. The man glanced up at his phone, wondering where the 3 were this late.

"Those boys will be the death of me," he mumbled as he reached over, having to call and see what was wrong.

Just as he was about to dial there was a soft knock. Bobby looked up, waiting for the usual call from Dean behind the door.

He sat there a few more moments, not hearing a word, just another quiet knock.

Bobby gave up and went to the door.

Slowly he twisted the knob and pulled the creaking wooden door open. Looking around the man was suprised to see nothing, Dean's car wasn't even in sight. Bobby scrached his head until a small voice came from below him.

"Bobby?"

The old hunter looked down to see 3 young boys standing infront of the doorway in oversized clothing.

He took a step back to look them over, the oldest had dark brown hair with a large denim jacket over his oversized shirt. He seemed to be about 6.

In his arms was a small sleeping 2 year old, he had bushy brown hair and was wrapped in a large flannel shirt. Standing next to the two was a boy about 4 or 5. He had spiky black hair and was busy pulling the blue tie out from under his large trench coat.

"Dean?" Bobby was astonished.

"Hi," The young boy's cheaks went red. He was embaressed and annoyed.

"What the hell happened?"

"We were in search of the Sidsher," Castiel responded, in a sqeaky voice, blushing at the strange high pich of his own tone. "It got too us,"

"Some more than others," Dean said looking down at his sleeping brother.

Bobby was about to ask more questions when he noticed the three shivering.

"Well you three should probably get it here," The man said, moving away from the door.

Dean marched his way to the couch and clambered ontop of it. Castiel scooped up the end of his coat and followed the young hunter.

"So a Sidsher? What's that?" Bobby looked expectatly at the small boys.

"It's a creature," Castiel replied, "the demons enslaved it and forced it to go after us and steal our years."

Dean smiled at the way the angel was trying to deepen his voice.

"And why would they do that? What do they get out of you being younger?" The older hunter asked in confusion.

"To make us vulnerable, they were supose to kill us but Cas got us out in time." Dean gestured to the angel.

Castiel let out a big yawn and pulled the over coat tighter around his small body.

"So how did it get you? I mean it's your vessel, not yourself." Bobby pointed out.

"It was able to lock me inside, I can't get out, and being locked in a human has side effects towards an angel."

"What? You didn't tell me that!" Dean quickly sofened his voice when he noticed his brother stirring. "What side effects?" He whispered.

"I'm...well...human," He said as he let out another yawn.

"Human? But how did you zap us here?" The brown haired boy questioned.

"Well I'm not exacly human, I still have my powers I just experience human traits, huger, thirst, cold, and sleep." The young boy rubbed his eyes, letting the large sleeve of his coat fall to his chest.

Dean let out a large yawn as well, holding his brother tighter.

Bobby sighed, "I think you three need to go to sleep, you better go in the panic room, just incase those things come after you."

"But-" The older brother was about to argue when he was quickly interupted.

"No buts you three, now go down stairs and got to bed." Ordered the older man.

Dean and Castiel shared a annoyed look, then slid down the couch and made their way down the stairs, dragging their clothes behind them.

Castiel reached up and grabbed the handel, grunting as he pulled it down for Dean to carry his brother through.

The angel stood in the door way as he watched Dean tuck his younger brother on the cot. Dean then grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself.

Castiel climbed ontop of the cot after closing the door, widening his mouth for another yawn, the dark haired boy pulled the trench coat around his body.

Dean handed the angel a pillow.

"It's strange,"

"What?" The green eyed boy asked as he fluffed his own pillow.

"I seem to be gaining traits of a young human."

"We probably will," Dean sighed, "great, i'm going to start acting like a friggin 6 year old."

"Well there's not much we can do, goodnight!" Castiel said, snuggling deep in his coat with just his black spiky hair poking out.

Did Cas just say goodnight? "Goodnight!" Did I just say goodnight? Aw crap, what's happening to me?

Dean leaned over and turned out the light. That night he spent cradling his brother in his arms and worring of what would be left of himself in the morning.

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