The 2 angels of the lord.

It's Halloween. Dean wants to go trick or treating as an angel, and wants his bestest friend to come too.

It was a few days before Halloween and Dean was still three years old. Neither Sam or Bobby had found a way to bring older Dean back yet, so they decided to leave him as he was until after Christmas.

The little boy was currently trying to decide what he wanted to dress as but he kept changing his mind as the days wore on. Sam was watching in amusement as Dean watched Nemo swim around in his tank, giggling and clapping his hands as if congratulating him on something.

"I be fishy?"

"Are you sure? You won't change your mind tomorrow, will you?"

"No. Ooh ooh. SPOONBOB! I BE SPOONBOB!"

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean changed his mind once again. "Are you..."

"PATWICK! YAAAAAAAAY!"

Sam shook his head fondly. "You can't go as everything, little man. You have to choose something."

Castiel suddenly appeared in the room, but Dean didn't seem to notice, he was busy watching his fish swimming around. His green eyes were wide and unblinking as if the fish had hypnotised him.

"Are you okay, Dean?" asked Castiel, looking worried.

Dean finally looked away from Nemo and gasped, his entire face lighting up. "CASHTUUUUUUUL!" he screamed as he got up and ran over to the angel, his arms held up.

Cas smiled and lifted the tiny Winchester into his arms to give him a hug. "Hello Dean."

Dean giggled, his tiny freckled nose scrunching adorably. "Hewwo Cashtul."

"How is Nemo?"

"He swimmy swimmy swim and not gots wost," Dean told him with a serious expression as he sat in the crook of Castiel's arm, his legs wrapped around Castiel's body.

"That is very good to know. But if he ever did get lost, we would have to search for him."

"Yeah. He be in water and we finds him wike Dowy." As the two watched the fish swim around his tank, Dean rested his cheek against Castiel's and smiled.

As Sam watched his brother with Castiel, he had an idea. "Hey Dean, why don't you be an angel?"

"I do not understand," said a confused Castiel, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Halloween. You know about Halloween, right?"

"Yes. I know everything about Halloween."

"So you know what trick or treating is?"

"Um... No," replied the angel with a sheepish look.

"It's where kids dress up in costumes and knock on peoples doors and say 'trick or treat' and they give you candy."

"CANDY! YAAAAAAY!" cheered Dean, clapping and bouncing in Castiel's arms, making him smile.

*HALLOWEEN*

Early in the evening, Sam was waiting in the living room as Cas was upstairs getting Dean ready. Sam wanted to dress Dean as a normal angel- dressed in white with wings, but Dean didn't want to, he wanted to dress like a 'real angel', so Castiel had taken Dean out earlier to get him a costume.

Sam smiled when he heard giggling coming downstairs, followed by Castiel's quiet laugh. It was weird hearing the usually serious angel laughing, and Sam didn't think he would ever get used to it.

"Hello Sam. I would like to introduce you to somebody," said the angel, walking over to him, holding a little hand. Dean wasn't visible since he was hiding behind Castiel. "Are you ready?" When he received another giggle in response, he tugged on the hand until Dean stepped out in-front of him.

"Oh my god," Sam gasped, his heart melting at the cute sight of his brother. He was dressed in a little charcoal grey suit and blue tie, with black boots and a child's trench coat, which reached down to his ankles. "Aren't you the cutest little angel in the whole world?"

Dean squealed and turned so he could see the black wings. "Wook Sammy. Deanie gots wings."

"Is that so everyone can see you're an angel?"

"Yeah. Cashtul show me wings... He gots biiiiiiiiiig wings, wike birdies in zoo, but dey bwack and pwetty and dis big," he said, holding his arms as wide as he could. "More big dan Deanie. Dey um... What Cashtul?"

"My wings are not visible to humans unless I show them. Only special people can see my wings, you are one of the very special few who can see them."

"I spesal." Dean giggled shyly and started playing with his tie. "I gots wings awell and be baby Cashtul."

"I guess that makes you big Castiel?" asked an amused Sam.

"Indeed. For some unknown reason, Dean is very excited about being an angel."

The two of them turned to Dean, who was currently running around Bobby's living room, giggling as his trench coat flew behind him.

"Aw. He's too cute to be anything evil."

Cas smiled slightly as he watched Dean. "He certainly is."

After watching Dean for a few minutes, Sam turned to Castiel. "You're coming with us, right?"

"I still do not understand the concept of 'trick or treat'. Tricks are not in my abilities. I should get Gabriel."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You don't need Gabriel. You stand there and say 'trick or treat' and most people give out candy and chocolate, but if they don't have any and ask for a trick, show them your wings or something. Or I could perform a magic trick."

"You know magic?"

"I went through a phase of wanting to be a magician when I was a kid," said Sam, looking slightly embarrassed. "So are you coming? Dean would love it if you came too."

Cas turned to watch Dean again. "I would be glad to accompany him."

"Good." Sam grabbed two bags from his pocket and held one out to the angel. "Hey Dean are you ready?"

Dean finally stopped running around the room, his little trench coat settling behind him. "I not Deanie. I baby Cashtul."

"Okay, Baby Castiel. Are you ready to get candy?"

"Yes pees," he said, running over to take both their hands. "Cashtul come?"

"Of course he's coming. Do you remember what to say?"

"Um... Twick a tweats."

"Yeah that's right," said Sam, gently squeezing the tiny hand as they walked out of the door.

When they got to their first house, Dean was nervous and started squeezing Castiel's hand.

"Dean are you okay?"

"Um... Dey wike baby Cashtul?" asked Dean worriedly, playing nervously with his tie with his free hand.

"Of course they will like you."

"Yeah. How can they not like you? You're the best dressed and cutest little angel in the whole world," said Sam, ruffling Dean's hair, and adjusting the crooked wings. "Are you ready for me to knock?"

When Dean finally nodded, he and Castiel stood side by side, holding hands as Sam knocked on the door. When he heard movement inside, he whispered to them to be ready.

"TWICK A TWEATS!" yelled Dean, standing there with a big grin, his fear of them not liking him forgotten. "Say Cashtul."

"Trick or um... treat. Did I say it right?" he asked Sam, who nodded.

"Look at you two dressed up all smart. Are you accountants?" asked the middle-aged, blond woman as she put two bags of M&Ms in the bags Castiel and Sam were holding.

"I am an angel of the lord," Cas told her, eyes narrowed as he glared at her like she had offended him. "And for one night, so is Dean."

"He big Cashtul da angel and I baby Cashtul da angel. I gots wings," he said, turning around and pointing at his black wings, before turning back and taking Castiel's hand again. "And Cashtul awell, but you not see."

"Er... Okay?" she said uncertainly, looking at Sam.

Sam smiled politely, before turning to the two 'Castiels'. "We better go. Have a good night."

"You too," she said, closing the door.

As they walked out of the garden, Dean was skipping along, holding onto his two favourite people.

Since it was Halloween, and the perfect night for the dead to walk among the living, Sam kept an eye out for anyone in a costume that seemed to be too realistic. He was carrying a silver knife in the waistband of his jeans and a gun in the inside pocket of his jacket, just in-case. He looked down at Dean, who was looking around with an expression full of joy and happiness, and he felt his heart expand with love for his brother.

Castiel walked with a purpose, as if he was on a mission from god. His trench coat swished side to side as he walked down the street. His angel blade was hidden up his sleeve in-case he needed it- With a jerk of his arm he would have the blade in his hand, ready to kill anything that hurt Dean. His blue eyes darted to each person they passed, trying to determine if any of them were a threat. The small hand in his felt tiny and fragile as he stroked the back of it gently with his thumb, and the tiny fingers clenched around his in response. The little boy beside him looked up at him, smiling happily, all wide-eyed innocence, trusting the angel to keep him safe.

Nothing or nobody was going to hurt the tiny Winchester with Sam and Cas around.

Dean was looking around at all the different costumes, seeing what other people were wearing. He didn't know what some of them were, but he did see some scary looking costumes that frightened him, and some funny ones that made him laugh.

At the next house, the two angels stood side by side, hand in hand and said trick or treat in unison, making Dean giggle.

A young mother with brown hair smiled at the two of them. "Awww. Aren't you two the sweetest things I've seen all night," she said, noticing the wings on Dean's back. "Are you angels?"

"Yeah. I baby Cashtul. He big Cashtul," said Dean, spinning in a circle so she could see his wings.

"You're the two most adorable angels I have ever seen," she said as she gave the two of them candy.

"Fank you." Dean smiled shyly, scrunching his shoulders up, looking all Mr adorable in the process.

"Is this your daddy?" she asked Dean, pointing at Cas.

"No. I am his guardian angel. It is my job to watch over him."

"You take your role as an angel very seriously."

"Of course I do. My number one priority is to make sure Dean is safe and happy," he said, looking down at Dean, who was smiling up at him.

"In that case, you're doing a wonderful job."

"Thank you. Goodnight."

"Night. Bye bye little angel. Have a happy Halloween," she said, waving at Dean, who waved back enthusiastically with both hands.

As they continued walking the streets, Dean was jumping and skipping and rambling about all the fun he was having.

It was at the ninth house when an older man, who appeared to be drunk opened the door and stood, swaying slightly as he glared hatefully at the three visitors.

"TWICK A TWEATS!"

The man's glare deepened at the child's yell. "I'm not giving you candy."

Dean's smile fell and he looked up at the man with a heartbroken expression. "But Deanie baby Cashtul."

"I wouldn't care if you were the damn pope. You're not getting any candy here. I want a trick."

"I not know what dat mean," whispered Dean, his bottom lip trembling, his big green eyes tearing up before over-flowing, leaving shining track marks down his face.

Sam and Castiel were glaring back at the man, both wanting to hit him for upsetting Dean. But neither of them wanted to upset him further by hitting someone and then getting arrested.

"It's not my fault you're an idiot. Your costume looks stupid anyway. What the hell are you supposed to be? You look like my brother, and he's a lawyer. Lawyers don't deserve candy," he said with a mocking laugh as Dean cried. "Now the baby's crying. Boo hoo."

Sam's jaw clenched angrily, his hands squeezed tightly into fists, struggling not to hit or shoot the guy as he listened to his brother cry.

As Castiel listened to Dean's sobs, he felt a strange sensation inside him, which felt like something was clenching his heart. He didn't understand what it was, but he had enough of the horrible behaviour, so he looked down at Dean and lifted his head slightly, making him lift off his feet.

Dean cried out in fear as he suddenly shot up off the ground and started flying around the yard. He squealed in delight as the wind brushed his face, drying his tears, and blew back his hair away from his forehead, his trench coat flew behind him like a cape and his wings fluttered in the breeze. Dean was flying like a superhero, which was actually kind of fun when it wasn't scary.

"GO MORE HIGH CASHTUL!" yelled Dean, giggling when he lifted higher in the air, his arms held out. Suddenly there was a tree in-front of him, he was about to scream when just as suddenly, he veered around the tree and flew around it.

Sam was watching wide-eyed as Castiel moved his head subtly, and Dean turned in another circle around the tree. He couldn't believe the angel was using his powers in-front of a stranger, but he knew he was doing it for Dean. Sam quickly looked around him and was relieved to see the street was currently empty.

"Is that enough of a trick?" Cas growled, his blue eyes blazing.

Sam's lips twitched as he watched Dean fly around the garden once more before he flew towards him. He held out his arms and Dean landed safely in them, bouncing excitedly.

"You see me, Sammy? Deanie fwy wike angel."

"I saw it, little man. It was amazing," he said, wiping away Dean's remaining tears. "Hey Cas, we should go."

"Very well." Castiel looked back at the shocked statue-like form standing at the door. "Anyone who threatens or upsets Dean, will have me to answer to. Next time you will not like the consequences." He held his hand out and the man went flying backwards into the house, followed by a loud crashing noise as he collided with the wall in the hallway, knocking him out cold. Cas turned around and clenched his fist, making the door slam shut as he marched out of the garden, followed by Sam, who was carrying his brother.

They were a few houses away when Sam started laughing. "That was amazing what you did back there. You sure taught that jerk a lesson."

"He was being cruel towards Dean. I did not like it."

"Me neither. He was very lucky I didn't punch him in the face. If it wouldn't upset Dean even more than he was, I would have."

"He was also very lucky I like humans," growled Cas, making Sam smile.

"But he was the one who asked for a trick. And he got one," laughed Sam.

Castiel stopped and lifted Dean from his brother's arms and held him in his own to give him a hug. "Are you okay, Dean?"

"Yeah. It weally funny go fwy," said Dean, wrapping his arms around Castiel's neck, and resting his head on his shoulder.

When Dean was ready, they started on to the next house. Dean was walking between the two of them, holding onto their hands. After having so much fun flying, he didn't feel sad about what the nasty man said to him anymore.

An hour later, the three of them were still walking the streets, visiting other people, and getting more candy. Sam and Castiel had been busy glaring at anyone who came within a three foot radius of the little boy, who skipped between them.

After all the walking, Dean was getting tired, so he asked Cas to carry him on his shoulders, which he did.

Dean was bouncing on the angel's shoulders, excited to be bigger than Sam. Castiel was holding onto Dean's hands and walking very slowly, as if he was afraid Dean was going to fall.

"Are you sure you don't want me to carry him?" asked Sam, waiting a few feet ahead. "We'll be out all night if you keep walking so slow."

"No. I am fine. I am being very cautious not to let Dean fall. I promised him when he fell off the climbing frame that I would always catch him when he fell, and I don't think I will be able to catch him if he fell backwards, so I have to make sure I do not drop him."

When they finally made it to the next house, Sam waited until the two angels were standing side by side, hand in hand before knocking on the door, which was answered by a small old woman.

"Twick a tweats."

"Trick or treat."

"Hello there. What are you dressed as? You both look very smart."

"I baby Cashtul da angel. He big Cashtul da angel."

"You two are the loveliest angels I've ever seen," she said, pinching Castiel's cheek and then Dean's.

"Ouchie," cried Dean, eyes swimming with tears as he rubbed his red cheek. "Why's hurt baby Cashtul?"

"I'm sorry sweetie. Here, have some extra candy," she said, placing three bags of candy in both bags.

"Fank you," sniffled Dean, still rubbing his cheek. He didn't understand why the lady hurt his face when he was a nice angel.

As they walked out into the street, Dean looked up at Sam sadly. "Kiss cheeky?"

Sam came to a stop, knelt down and kissed the reddened cheek. "There you go."

"Fank you. Big Cashtul kiss cheeky."

Castiel knelt in-front of Dean and gave him a kiss too. When he pulled away, the cheek was no longer red. "All better, baby Castiel."

Dean gasped when his cheek stopped hurting straight away, and he grinned happily at his brother and best friend. "Cheeky not hurts."

"Angel kisses are very special," said Cas with a smile.

"Mommy say dat. Angels gives kiss and makes dem," he said, pointing at the many freckles sprinkled across his angelic face.

"That's right, little man. When Angels watch over you at night, they give you a kiss goodnight and it becomes a freckle."

"Angel kisses also stop you hurting and make you feel better," said Cas, his thumb gently stroking the freckled cheek he had kissed.

"Just like big brother kisses," added Sam.

"I gives kiss," said Dean, reaching up on his tiptoes, and kissing both Sam and Castiel on their cheeks. "Dere. Angel kiss spesal."

Sam's heart warmed at the sweet gesture. "I feel a hundred times better now. Do you Cas?"

"Indeed. I have never felt as good as I do now," said Castiel, still smiling. "Let's get more candy."

"YAAAAAY!" cheered Dean, grabbing their hands again so they could go to another house.

The next house was decorated for the holiday. Skeletons and (hopefully fake) dead bodies hung from trees above pools of fake blood, tombstones were scattered around the garden along with some zombies, which were half buried as if they were climbing out of their graves. Coffins were placed around the garden, some were open to reveal vampires laying inside them, their lips and long teeth coated in red. Scary looking Jack o'lanterns led the way to the house, which was also decorated with huge spider webs and lights.

Dean gasped as he froze at the gate, his wide eyes darting around the scary looking yard, his tiny hands squeezing Sam's and Castiel's. He started whimpering in fear, frightened that something was going to get up and hurt him.

"Shh. It's okay, little man," soothed Sam, kneeling in-front of him, and giving him a hug. "It's alright. Nothing's going to hurt you."

As Sam soothed Dean, Castiel was keeping watch, his blue eyes narrowed as they looked around for any danger towards the tiny boy. He had been glaring and scowling so much these past couple of hours, he was beginning to look more like the angel of death rather than the mild mannered and gentle angel of the lord that he was.

When Dean was calmed down, Sam pulled away. "Are you ready to knock on the door?"

"Um..." Dean stuck his finger in his mouth and looked around the yard with huge fearful eyes. "You come?"

"Wherever you go, I go," said Cas, running his fingers gently through Dean's hair.

"Of course we're coming." Sam stood up and took the tiny hand in his, he waited until Castiel had his other hand before they entered the decorated yard. He hoped the owner of the house wasn't dressed too scarily, or Cas would probably throw the guy through a wall with his powers for scaring Dean.

As they walked to the house, one of the closed coffin lids started opening, making Dean scream bloody murder. The high-pitched frightened screams were high enough to curdle the blood of anyone living, and was loud enough to wake the dead. Luckily there weren't any around to be raised, not even on Halloween.

Sam quickly lifted Dean and held him, cradling the back of Dean's head and stroking his fingers soothingly through his hair as he shook with fear in his arms. "Shhh. Sammy's here. I've got you. Nothings gonna hurt you." The ear-splitting screams made Sam wince, but the grimace became a smile when the coffin suddenly went flying across the yard into a tree. "Cas."

"What?" asked the angel, putting his hand back down, trying to look innocent.

"You're not supposed to wreck other people's yards."

"It scared Dean," said Castiel, as if that explained everything. He placed his hand on Dean's back and allowed a small amount of energy to flow through him and into Dean, calming him instantly. "Shh. It's okay, Dean."

They made it to the door without Dean being scared again, or Cas trying to kill anything else that moved. When Sam put Dean down and knocked on the door, he tried to move to the side like he usually did, but Dean grabbed his hand.

"Not go. Scareds."

"We're right here," Sam whispered, squeezing his hand comfortingly.

"Yes. We will not allow any harm to come to you."

"Cas, behave."

Before Castiel could respond, the door opened, causing him to step forward, so Dean was shielded from whoever came to the door. He relaxed slightly when he saw the young man dressed as a vampire, but thankfully he didn't look scary or like he might harm Dean. Happy with what he saw, he tugged Dean's hand and the little boy came out from behind him, looking up at the man with wide innocent green eyes.

"T-Twick a tweats," he said nervously.

The man reached into his bowl to grab a big handful of candy and chocolate to put in Dean's bag, which Sam was holding. He grabbed another handful and placed it into Castiel's bag. He looked out and frowned when he saw one of his coffins was smashed against a tree. "What happened to my coffin?"

"It scare-" started Cas, but was interrupted by Sam.

"There was a sudden gust of wind."

"Oh dammit. That was one of my best coffins. It had a mechanical device attached to it so it would open and a zombie pops out," he said, making Sam glad Castiel had used his powers to throw it into a tree before the zombie popped up, otherwise Dean would have been even more terrified.

"Fank you's not be scawy."

The man looked down at his Dracula outfit, and his white face lit up into a smile. "You're welcome. I know my yard is spooky so I tried not to dress too scarily and frighten all you little guys."

Dean giggled, and showed him his black wings. "Wook. I angel and fwy wif wings."

"Wow. I bet you can fly really high with those. I thought angels had white wings."

"Big Cashtul gots bwack wings, but you not see. Baby Cashtul gots bwack wings awell."

"Okay then." The little boy had to be the smartest dressed child he had seen tonight, and one of the most talkative. Most of the kids didn't say anything other than 'trick or treat' and left as soon as he gave them some candy.

"Big Cashtul my bestest fwiend. He gots me Nemo fishy and he takes me park and we's go weeeeeeee down swides and see butfy..."

Dean continued talking with the nice vampire man until Sam said it was time to go. "Bye bye Mr not-scawy-man," he said, waving at him.

"Bye little guy. Don't let anything out there scare you."

The three of them continued for awhile, without any other incidents involving Castiel threatening anyone or sending any other objects flying. There was a small incident where Dean kicked a clown for scaring Sam, but that was about it.

Dean and Castiel were running ahead of Sam, holding hands. Castiel had to run slow so the tiny Winchester could keep up with him. Sam was laughing softly as he watched the two angels run, their trench coats flapping behind them.

As they came across a huge, deep puddle, Castiel tugged on Dean's hand and the little boy was lifted several feet off the ground and flew over the pool of water, his wings fluttering, before landing safely back beside Cas a few seconds later.

"Baby Cashtul fwy again," said Dean with a delighted grin.

"Yes he did," Castiel agreed with a grin of his own.

When they made it to the house, the door was answered by a young woman with a black eye and a broken arm. "Wow. Two handsome boys on my doorstep," she said, looking at the two angels dressed in suits and trench coats.

Dean gasped and his eyes went wide when he saw her. "Is you 'kay?"

"Yes sweetheart. I was hurt by a car a couple of days ago. But I'm fine."

Dean's bottom lip pouted as he waved at her. "Come down."

She frowned in confusion but knelt in-front of him, and was surprised when he reached up onto his tiptoes and kissed her on the cheek. The woman smiled when Dean stepped back. "What was that for?"

"Angel kisses spesal. And make not hurt no more."

"Aw. Thank you sweetheart. I feel so much better now. Just for that, you get extra candy," she said, lifting four big handfuls of candy out and placing it in the bag Sam was holding.

"Fank you Miss Pwetty."

"You're welcome, Mr adorable little angel," she replied, making Dean giggle. She looked up at Cas and Sam, who were looking down at Dean with loving expressions. "He's such a sweetheart. You must be proud."

"Very. I'm more and more proud of him every day. He's the best little brother in the world." Sam smiled when he saw Dean lift the bottom of Castiel's trench coat and hide his red face behind it as he went all shy. "We better go. Hope you feel better and have a nice night."

"You too. Hope you have lots of fun and make more people feel better," she said, waving at Dean, who was out of hiding, and waving back.

After the next house, Dean was once again back on Castiel's shoulders because his little legs were tired, but he was still rambling excitedly about flying earlier. When they got to the next house, Dean wanted to stay on the angel's shoulders, so Cas held onto him as they said 'trick or treat'.

A young man in his twenties answered the door, wearing a colourful costume and a funny wig.

"WOW!" yelled Dean when he saw all the colours. "You wook wike birdy I saws when go zoo."

"I'll take that as a compliment." The man started patting his clothes down. "Where did I put that candy?"

Dean's smile fell and his lip poked out when he thought he was another nasty mister. But as he watched, the man pulled out a magic wand and said some funny words, before shaking his head and making two candy bars fall from his multi-coloured hair.

"There we go," he said, presenting the candy to the tiny Winchester, who was grinning from ear to ear at the special trick. He worked as a child's entertainer and had spent the evening playing tricks for the small children, loving their happy faces and delighted laughter.

Dean was clapping and bouncing on Castiel's shoulders. "AGAIN AGAIN!"

"Okay." The man pulled a funny face and sneezed dramatically, putting his hands over his nose. When he pulled them away, he was holding a long gummy worm in his palms, making Dean burst into uncontrollable giggles.

Sam was laughing and shaking his head fondly at Dean's reaction. He was glad his brother had forgotten about the scare he had earlier and the nasty man who made him cry, he was having the time of his life and Sam was enjoying himself watching him have fun.

When the entertainer finished entertaining Dean, he took a bow and grinned when he heard Dean clapping and squealing in his excitement.

"You's funny," giggled Dean, patting Cas on the head. "Is he big Cashtul?"

"He is very amusing," replied Castiel with a fond expression. He looked at the man with a faint smile. "Thank you for making him laugh. We bid you goodnight."

"Goodnight guys. Hope you get lots more candy."

"Bye bye," said Dean, waving at the funny man as Cas turned and walked away. "FANK YOU!"

"You're welcome." The man waved at Dean, and closed his door.

"Are you having a good time up there?" Sam asked Dean, looking up at him on Castiel's shoulders.

Dean bounced happily. "Yeah. Wots and wots. I woves my bestest fwiend."

"He loves you too," said Cas, looking up at Dean, who bent forward slightly and looked down at him.

Dean giggled when they looked at each other and he saw Castiel's face was upside down. "You wooks funny."

Castiel responded by pulling a face at him, making him squeal in delight. He had never seen the angel pull a silly face before.

"Come on you two. Let's get some more candy."

Dean took one of his hands out of Castiel's and pointed up at the sky. "Wook. Sky gots Deanie spotties."

Sam looked up and saw the stars twinkling high above them. "You mean your freckles?"

"Yeah. Star up sky wook wike fweckys."

"It looks like the sky has freckles or your face is covered in stars," said Sam, leaning over and kissing Dean's freckled cheeks and nose, making him laugh.

Castiel took Dean's hand safely back in his and looked up too. "It is very beautiful."

"Yeah. Twinky twinky wittle star..." Dean sang softly, staring up as they walked along the streets.

It was half an hour later when Cas felt something land on his head. "What is on my head?"

Sam looked up and saw the cute sight of the little boy laying fast asleep on Castiel's shoulders with his head laying on the angel's head like a pillow. "It's Dean."

"How can he be sitting on my head when he is on my shoulders?"

"He's fallen asleep sitting on your shoulders, but his head is resting on yours. Poor little guy. He must be tired, he didn't even have his bedtime story."

Castiel gently lifted Dean down from his shoulders and cradled him in his arms, being careful of his wings. "I shall carry him home," he said, pulling Dean's trench coat around his tiny body to keep him warm.

Dean shivered and snuggled into the Castiel's chest, his small fingers reaching out and clenching tightly onto Castiel's tie as if he didn't want the angel to leave.

Castiel frowned when he saw Dean's nose and cheeks were red, so he placed his face against Dean's, and felt the cold skin against his own. "Hold onto me."

Sam looked confused, but did as he asked and grabbed hold of his sleeve. He only had enough time to blink before he was suddenly standing in Bobby's living room.

Castiel carried Dean to the couch and laid him gently on his side, before quickly taking off his own trench coat to lay over Dean like a blanket. After adjusting the coat so it was tucked in around Dean's tiny body to keep him warm, Castiel sat on the floor in-front of the couch and stroked his fingers gently through the soft blond hair.

As Dean slept, Castiel took in every aspect of his tiny angelic face. From the constellations of freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, to the long lashes and the pouted lips- slightly parted as he slept. He really did look like a little angel.

Dean started whimpering in his sleep, flinching away from the hand in his hair. "Noooooo."

"Shh. It's okay. You are safe. I'm here with you."

Dean snuffled softly and settled down. "W'ves C'shtuuul," he whispered sleepily, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

"I love you too. No need to be afraid. Angels are watching over you."

The words had a calming effect on Dean, and he was soon sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face, the angel of the lord watching over him.

*The End*