A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and favorites! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! This chapter is mostly little Dean getting some one-on-one time with the three guys

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Sam asked. Kevin always seemed to be in a bad mood since he realized he couldn't get out of this life. He was a profit of The Lord until he stopped existing. Frankly he hadn't come to terms with that just yet.

"Yeah we'll be fine," Kevin insisted. He understood how important the hunt was and he didn't want to delay them any longer. Especially when it was Sam's first hunt where it was just Cas and him.

The night when on as usual. Dean played attempted to build ridiculous sized Lego creations and Kevin continued research on trying to get him back to normal... Which between the three of them was becoming less and less of a priority.

Dean was happy now. Sure he had his moments. Nightmares, instances where a memory was triggered and he missed Bobby, John, or his mother.
But they haven't seen him smile as much as he did now since... well... ever.

It was starting to get late and Dean's eyes were starting to droop with exhaustion. Kevin carried him to the bedroom, changed him, and tucked him in. Their movements were monotonous, both too tired to care.

Kevin could have sworn Dean was asleep before he even left the room. But a small voice stopped him at the door.

"Sowy, Kebin." Dean said as he watched him head for the door.

"For what?" Kevin asked, confused at the child's gesture.

"Yelling at you... before..." He was talking about before he was turned younger, before the angels fell. He walked back over to the crib.

"No, don't you be sorry. I was a di- meany face." He still couldn't bring himself to swear in front of the kid who not long ago was cussing like a sailor. "And you were just doing your job, okay. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sad no more Kebin." He reached up and hugged him. "Don't like it when family is sad."

Family. The word hit him like a bag of bricks. Dean included him in with their family. He was so mad and upset that he had been ripped away from his own that he didn't see the one he had in front of him. He squeezed Dean tighter in return, he didn't know how much Dean would remember of this, and if he let him see him cry, he may never live it down.

"Okay, Dean."

The next day after lunch, Kevin surprised Dean by taking him out to the park for ice cream. He never realized how chatty the kid could get when you got him going. It started with the pet store.

They were walking by to the ice cream stand when they came across Suzie's Pet Shoppe. Spotting the cute, fuzzy animals, Kevin lifted up Dean so he could get a peak. Dean's eyes grew wide, but his response was not what his babysitter had been expecting.

"DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!" He squirmed and Kevin swiftly obliged. Once he was on his feet, he tugged on the prophet's arm as hard as he could, fear blazing in his eyes.

"It's okay, they're just puppies and kittens."

"Don't like dogs." He pulled and they walked away from the storefront.

"Not even kittens?"

Dean shook his head wildly. "Cats make me sneeze." He rubbed his nose as if just looking at them was giving him the sniffles.

"Well, why don't you like dogs?" And that was it the question that opened up a hour long story as to why Dean didn't like dogs. Kevin only understood about half of what the kid was saying, as the story kept on as he was taking mouthfuls of his ice cream.

After hearing what he could understand, it was no wonder why the Winchester didn't like canines. The tale was terrifying, but the child went on and on like it was no big deal. Brushing it off like a Winchester.

They were at the park and both of them were sharing stories of some traumatic experiences, earning some strange glares from onlookers who couldn't believe this guy was talking to a two year old the way he was. To Hell with them, they were having a blast.

A few days later

The bunker door clicked open and the two disheveled men trudged through the threshold.

"You did pretty well out there Cas." Sam complimented as they set down their bags. It was Cas' first hunt as a human without Dean, and they were both a little wary on how everything would go.

"You can thank your brother for that. He had me practice incessantly in the shooting range before and I've been trying to keep up the habit." Cas said. He still couldn't understand how Dean could get the job done on only four hours of sleep, he was exhausted. "Speaking of which, where is he?" He listened for the usual bickering he would normally hear between Kevin and Dean, but it was quiet.

"Maybe they're out." Sam suggested. But doubted it instantly. The lights were on along and there were still plates out at the table.

Sam and Castiel rounded the corner to Dean's bedroom to find the two of them sleeping soundly on younger one's bedroom floor. Legos were stacked to the ceiling in a neat tower while the rest of the room lay in disarray. Papers crayons and other miscellaneous toys strewn carelessly across the floor. Sam spotted a rainbow colored box up on the shelf with a picture of a coil on it.

"You think they've made up?" Cas asks Sam as they creep past the door.

"Yeah." Sam smiles to himself.

"I hope so. I have little patience for Kevin's complaints."

Sam snickered. "Yeah. Um, let's get unpacked."

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Dean sat on the floor of his newly furnished bedroom humming to what Cas believed was Metallica. He was coloring with some crayons and his pile of drawings was growing larger. Cas sat across from him. Drawing a little himself, but mostly admiring the drawings Dean had done.

"Who's this?" he asked holding up a picture of an expressionless man, His head slightly tilted with crazily drawn short hair.

"Dat's you silly!" He giggled when Cas inspected the drawing, mirroring the expression.

He held up another picture of a man standing by a black car. "And this?"

"Dat's me!" Dean smiled. "When I was bigger..." He trailed off, rubbing his small fingers over the crayon lines. He brushed off his momentary sadness and pulled out the drawing he was currently working on. "Me wit Sammy and Chawlie." He said. The picture was of the three of them in their larping costumes.

"Charlie?" He asked.

"Yeah, she our friend." He confirmed then pointed to the crudely drawn crown on her head. "She a queen," then he pointed to the other figures. "We knights."

"That is very nice, Dean." Cas said handing the child back his drawing so he could finish it.

"Tanks... What you draw?"

Cas leaned over to show Dean his drawing, it was a simple daisy with a yellow center and a green stem, nothing special, but it past the time. The toddler smiled. "Cool." He lifted up another picture. This one was odd there were two men standing side by side with frowny faces. They looked to be holding hands, but both of their arms seemed to have been surrounded in a scribbly swarm of different colors.

"Is this me and Kevin?"

"Yep, you guys funny." Dean giggled.

"Sorry about your toy."

"It okay, Kebin got me new one." Castiel had to raise his eyebrows at that one.

"He did?"

Dean nodded. "Sammy said be vawy cawful." He stood up and retrieved a multicolored box from the end table. His brother told him keeping it there would make it last longer. The toddler removed the toy with careful precision before slinking it back and forth in his little hands. "Can we play down steps?"

Cas nodded.

Thirty minutes later Sam came back with Kevin to find Cas at the top of the stairwell while Dean waited at the bottom for the coil to reach him. This game really didn't involve the kid doing anything besides sitting and waiting for the slinky to reach him while Cas trudged up and down the stairs to repeat the effect.

"Having fun?" Sam chuckled.

"Yep!" Dean shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"Loads." Cas remarked, giving a side glance to Kevin before handing over the toy to him.

"I see you've replaced the slinky."

Kevin just smiled down at Dean and waved. "Yes I did."

No hunts, no worries. Sam didn't like that he had to leave the poor kid out when he went on hunts with Cas or Kevin. Dean never complained, but when they arrived back after two or three days of being away, it was more like they were gone for two or three years. Dean would clutch on to them and not let go. This time, when he realized Sam and Kevin were back it was like he thought they were never coming home, they were gone for a whole week.

Sam quickly thought up a way to make up his absence to his brother.

"Look Sammy! It's YOU!" Dean giggled.

Sam rolled his eyes, before them was a monstrously oversized moose, grazing behind the fence. "Yep." He smiled at the ongoing joke. Dean was up on his shoulders so he wouldn't tire out his little legs while exploring the zoo. Plus, his brother's shoulders gave him a great view.

The whole trip made Dean so happy that Sam didn't even mind the ice cream that dripped down into his hair. He couldn't see his brothers face, but by the stickiness on his head, he could tell Dean was a mess. They walked on a little bit longer, making sure that they hadn't missed any of the animals.

"OOOHHH! OOOOHHHH!" Dean wailed and kicked at Sam's chest. He spotted a carousel that housed different animals to ride as well as a few miniature vintage looking cars. He grabbed Sam's face, rested his chin on the top of his head and turned him to face the ride. "Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaase!" He begged.

"Sure." Sam allowed.

Dean pumped his hand into the air. "Yes!"

They got into the line and it turned out that Dean was still not quite tall enough to get on the ride without being accompanied by an adult. So that's how Sam was coaxed into riding a carousel giraffe beside his brother in a cherry red automobile.

He tried to ignore the little looks and waves he was receiving from people, most of which were single mothers with their children who admired the man who dwarfed the plastic giraffe. It was more than likely that they thought they were father and son, he contemplated telling one woman they were actually brothers when she commented on his parenting when they got off the ride, but that would be a bit hard to explain... considering he was in his thirties and Dean looked to be about two or three.

They came home to find Kevin and Castiel discussing something heatedly at the table.

"Hey guys. What's been going on?" Sam whispered. Dean had fallen asleep on the car ride back.

"I'll take him to bed." Kevin offered. "Cas will probably be better at explaining it anyways." He took the sleeping toddler and headed off to his room.

"Explain what?"

"We... We believe we've found a cure for Dean's... condition."