#big!cas

Sam grabbed onto Castiel's hand, allowing the angel to fish him out. Dean looked hurt at Castiel stealing Sam away, but Sam couldn't care. At least the angel treated him fairly. Dean tried to take Sam back, but Castiel grabbed Dean's wrist tightly. He frowned, trying to get loose. "Dean Winchester, stop this now." Castiel ordered sternly. Dean slowly stopped, then signed. "When you regain your memory, you will regret your current behavior." Castiel assured him. "When I 'regain' my memory?" he asked, confused. "I have my memory." "Have you not noticed the discrepancies yet?" Castiel asked, eyes narrowing. Dean looked even more confused for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Castiel frowned slowly, staring into Dean. "What has happened?" he asked. Dean reached back and Castiel flinched slightly at a very small scream of terror before Dean showed him a very, very, /very/ little Sam. "Found this little guy after killing a witch. Think he's telling the truth about being a human?" he asked. "Yes." Castiel answered simply. Dean frowned, thinking deeply. "It okay with you if I keep him as a pet?" he asked hopefully. "He is a human being with the right to free will. You cannot simply keep him as a pet, Dean." Castiel scolded. Dean frowned, wilting slightly. "Aw… But Cas, I want to keep him." he whined. Castiel only gave him a sterner look. He slumped. "Fine…" he muttered, stuffing the tiny human in his pocket. Sam yelped and squirmed, trying to escape the pocket. He wasn't sure he wanted to stay near Dean anymore, or ever again, really. His brother wanted to keep him as a /pet/.

Dean frowned at the small human sleeping on the other bed. He hadn’t asked any more questions beyond asking for a name, and the little guy only answered with ‘Sam’. The same name he had found in his Dad’s journal. He had a feeling some kind of prank was being pulled on him. Castiel landed between the beds and stared in awe at Sam. “Dean, what has happened?” he asked. “Cas! Hey! Man, ’m I glad to see you. There’s some sort of freakish prank being pulled and I could definitely use a hand.” he said in relief, gripping Castiel’s shoulder. Castiel looked at the hand, a bit awed. "What's up? What's with the face?" he asked. "You have never acted in this manner toward me…" Castiel said, baffled. "Come on, man. Of course I have." he said, wondering if he really had.

Needless to say he’s never hated his superpower so much. Or that fucking Trickster.

He just makes his way to his desk and sits down, mistaking the buzzing reaching his ears as a headache starting up from the bright lights and not his boss trying to get his attention. Mr. Smith doesn’t realize how fast giants can move and is hit with Cas’s dress shoe right in the stomach. He’s sent tumbling and is hidden in the shadows created by Cas’s desk, at the mercy of his secretary’s feet until someone can save him.

((Part 1/2))

Cas-scratches are the best. :D Always the best way to get Dean to relax, it’s just holding onto him long enough to start that’s the hard part!

And I can so see that bouncy ball ending up a dangerous projectile the second Dean is no longer entertained. o.o”