#deaged!cas

Title: Mommy’s Little Hunter Assets Story by: Lasafara Art by: Threshie Pairings: Dean/Castiel Rating: Gen Word Count: 16364 Warnings: Deaging, Canon Compliant, Fluff, Angst, Mama Mary, Angel!Cas in a tiny body, childhood lisping

Summary: When a hunt goes wrong in Blue Ball, PA, Dean, Cas, and Sam are left as preschoolers, with only Mary Winchester around to take care of them. While Mary struggles with balancing hunting with being a sudden single mother and who she can trust while TFW is small, Castiel takes Dean and Sam to a festival with face-painting in Muncie, IN, home of Ball State University, and Claire takes them to McDonald’s to enjoy Ronald and the ball pit. While the boys are enjoying their sudden childhood, Mary deals with whether or not to to reverse the spell at all. After all, aren’t they happier the way they are?  

Link To Fic:  Ao3 Fic Post

Summary: On a witch hunt the boys decide to split up, and things go down hill from there. Suffice to say, Sam is not good with children and Bobby is sick of all their shit.

Or, if you prefer; the one where Cas and Dean get caught in a crazy de-aging spell and Sam is left to cope.

D’awwwwww! Thank you, anon! YOU’RE fantastic! :D 

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

Sam chuckled, “Yeahah, you’re right,” he gazed at the two sleeping little angels in front of him and Dean. 

Castiel was curled up on his side, a thumb brushing against his parted lips, clearly once inside his mouth when he was awake. Next to him was Gabriel, completely sprawled out on his back in the sheets, his wings twitching every now and again.

“You were like this when you were little, too,” Dean grinned at his little brother beside him.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Dohohon’t even get me started, Dean.”

Dean shrugged, “It’s true. Except your hair was curlier for a while. Then as you got older it straightened out,” he tugged on a lock of Sam’s hair, earning a light shove from him.

“actually that date is wrong”, 

“that’s inaccurate; jesus never said that, it was luke, and he was on hallucinogens at the time”, 

“yes, the t-rex did have feathers. males also competed for females by growing out mating plumage and putting their leavings in a gift-pile.”, 

“i’m actually not wrong, your stupid human books are wrong. the human memory is faulty, eric”, 

“i’ll call you whatever i want, i’ve been alive longer than your great-great-grand-parents”

“why are we reading the crap wordsworth wrote when there’s the great works of the famous neanderthal poet grageral???”

“how do you even call this an institution of knowledge, this is ridiculous”

“you know what, this is all pointless because your existence is so short and you’re all gonna die anyway so just stop. just stop and accept you’re wrong”