Sam and Crowley Meet... Cas?

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Dean pulled the Impala into the garage and parked her in her spot. During the drive, Cas had crawled further and further into his lap in his sleep. His head was resting on top of his thin, folded arms which were leaning on Dean’s left leg. The remainder of his torso was on Dean’s right leg and his legs were curled right up against his side. The trenchcoat had migrated with him and was draped over most of Dean’s lower half. He really didn’t want to wake the poor kid up, but he had to stand up so that he could take him inside. “Cas.” Dean whispered lightly in his ear, gently removing the trenchcoat from the boy’s upper body. “You got let me stand so I can bring you in.” “Mmmmmmm, Dean” Cas moaned sleepily, lifting his head off of his arms and pushing up off of Dean’s lap. “There you go, let’s get inside.” Dean cooed. He stood and picked Cas up off the bench seat and placed Cas’s little head on his shoulder, brushing his left hand in those dark locks and putting his right arm under Cas’s body, easily carrying the barely conscious boy into the bunker. When they got inside, Dean went to the living room to put Cas on the couch but found Sam there taking up the entire thing while dozing and watching some random documentary. Dean tapped his head from behind with the hand that wasn’t supporting Cas and Sam shot up immediately. “You’re back.” he exclaimed, mood turning wary when noticing a small body in Dean’s arms. “Who’s the kid? Where is Cas?” “Shhhh. He’s just waking up. The poor kid fell asleep in the car. Actually, this is Cas. Metatron jumped us and did some kind of bizarre angelic spell. At least, I’m pretty sure it was angelic. He was speaking Enochian.” Dean summarized hastily before putting Cas down in the space Sam left ... ... middle of paper ... ...ffee. “Sure.” Dean nodded and took one last gulp of his coffee before rising to put his and Cas’s dishes in the sink. He brought back a wet paper towel to clean Cas off. Somehow, the little angel had managed to cover his entire face in glaze and crumbs. There were even a few in his hair. “Maybe we should get this rascal some baby soaps, too. He made a hell of a mess.” Dean chuckled as he wiped the boy’s cheeks. “Thank you, Dean. These are wonderful.” Cas’s voice muffled by a final mouthful of cinnamon bun. Dean washed the dishes while Sam cleaned the table and counters. Cas sat in his chair trying not to get himself into any trouble. When they finished, the boys changed out of their pajamas, Dean through an old hoodie on Cas to keep him warm, and they headed out to the Impala for a shopping trip that was without a doubt going to be an interesting experience.

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