Characters are not mine- A story request from my Tumblr-

Anon: Hi! I was just wondering of I could trouble you for a few moments to share a prompt for red scarves. Bobby is hunting a witch, and is about to get hit by a spell when Crowley comes and tries to save him, but the end up both getting hit by the spell. The spell turns them both into kids and stuff happens. Sorry for taking up your time, have a good day!

Fair Warning: Fluff, hurt/comfort, witchcraft. Dean and Sam as like- parents? I think. (Also, kinda rushed, my apologies.)

"You want to run that by me again?"

Castiel shifted on his feet, glancing up at the Winchester a bit disheartened, and with a great deal of struggle. Dean knew very well what he had said, but the thing about humans is that they always seem to be in need of validation. Castiel's already had to explain this a few times, and it was becoming a bit worrisome with how much he's had to go over the initial events.

Castiel sighed, "You know what happened, Dean."

"So, you mean to tell me that Bobby and Crowley.. are kids?" he hissed, his brows furrowing deeper, looking more and more angry rather than confused, even though Castiel was very well aware it was the latter.

Nodding once again, he stepped in Dean's way abruptly as he tried to get past. "Dean, you have to promise me you'll behave," Cas glared skeptically, "They're children, three and four years of age, and I do not think that this would be a wise time for you to get your revenge on Cro-"

"Save it Cas," Dean waved, "I'm not gonna kill a kid, but it's freezing to all hell out here, and I need to see them."

Castiel shifted once again, but Dean had a point. He could see his breath, and the snow was still coming down a bit heavy, but he worried- as of right now, the two didn't seem to remember anything of their lives up until that point, and even then it's a bit iffy. They seemed to recognize each other, as well as Sam, who Castiel allowed past first, seeing as he looked far more amused than hostile, unlike Dean looked ready to burn the whole building to the ground. Which was why he was standing outside and had been arguing with Dean for the past 30 or so minutes.

It was hard to say, for sure, exactly what had happened.

Castiel only knew that he heard his name being called. And, usually, he didn't respond to Bobby, but that was usually because Bobby never truly needed his assistance. But in this case it was..- different. The fear and urgency in his name when it was called was something that shook him to his core, and came as soon as he was called. There was a little nest of witches, about three or four of them, but it didn't matter.

They were holding two small children, one of which was shouting and kicking at a Witch that was trying to pick him up, while the other, the smaller one of the two, was already in the arms of two witches, cooing at the deeply frightened child. Castiel couldn't, at the time, see where the hunter was, or if he was even in the factory, but it didn't matter for a few seconds, rushing to the children's aid and taking out the witches. One of them escaped with her life, but the others weren't so lucky.

It took too long for the angel to notice how they were both naked, and although at first he had thought it was just for some sort of witch sacrifice, he soon discovered clothes that were all too familiar, resting on the chairs nearby, with vacant ropes that were once tied tightly around someone at some point. Castiel can't say he felt shocked when he realized who the toddlers were, can't say he knew of the reasoning behind what had happened or how this came to be- this was all magic he was unfamiliar with, and he knew he needed to set out and hunt for that witch that very instant.

But he couldn't leave two children, with seemingly no recollection of anything but a vague recognition of his face, all by themselves.

Castiel, being the almighty powerful angel of the lord that he was, did the only and best thing he could have done given the circumstance.

He called the Winchesters.

They always seemed to know what to do.

It took three days for the boys to arrive, seeing as Cas didn't want to go over specifics on the phone, knowing he'd have a better chance of getting them over here if he simply told them it was an emergency, and needless to say it had worked. Even if their reactions were anything but good, they were something, and he needed to go after that witch- and hopefully then he'll be able to reverse the effects.

After a moment, Castiel nodded to Dean, stepping aside to allow the hunter past him and into Bobby's home. Castiel glanced back into the Salvage yard, before finally falling in step behind him.

Dean stepped inside skeptically, glancing around the kitchen area before finding his little brother in the living room. Dean wasn't all too sure what to expect when he first made to enter- that being said, he certainly didn't expect to see was Sam sitting with his back to the couch, a child on his lap and one sitting on the couch behind him, playing with his hair- The one of his lap looked about a year older than the one behind him, with light brown hair mopped up on his head, and freckles skittering over his nose and cheeks. Castiel had explained that he had to go clothes hunting when he was able to get the two of them to sleep, which would explain the fitting shirt and pants that the little guy was wearing, and Dean could only assume that this little guy was Bobby.

Crowley, the smaller, younger looking one sitting on the couch and playing with Sam's hair, was humming something terribly off tune, with his short darker brown hair and dimples on either side of his bright smiling face; his face was rounder than Bobby's, and his eyes were somewhat bigger. Castiel had put him in a pair of black overalls, with a long sleeved stripped shirt underneath, looking as if he was one of the children off of the Adams Family with how he was dressed.

Sam didn't seem to mind, holding a book in his hand, that Dean's only assuming was handed to him by Bobby, who was only pretending to pay attention, while Sam only pretended to be reading the actual print. Coming up with some sort of valiant fairy tale as he stared at print written in Latin, glancing up briefly at Dean and Cas as they made their way in before continuing on. Crowley paused brushing his pudgy fingers through the long brown hair when he heard the two coming in, glancing up in his uncertainty when he saw Dean.

The distress that crossed the little demons face didn't go unnoticed by the toddler on Sam's lap, who followed his gaze to the older brother with a bit of curiosity. Recognization flashed across his face, pushing up to his feet with a boost before running to the Winchester. Dean blinked down at the giggling 4 year old, before a small smile pushed its way up his stubborn lips.

"Up!" the child shouted happily, arms raised, "up!"

Dean had a difficult time denying a child anything, obliging as he reached to pick the child up by his armpits, raising him to his hip. Dean glanced over to Cas, quirking a brow. "This Bobby?"

Cas merely nodded, before shooting a glance to the child on the couch. "And that's Crowley, hiding in your brothers hair."

"Well," Dean sighed, glancing at the supposively older hunter in his arms, "can't say you look bad, old man."

Sam's chuckle was heard rather than seen, glancing over to his little brother who had an armful of demon who must have slipped off the couch and onto the hunter below him. Sam looked too pleased at the fact that Crowley looked more disoriented than angry, which brought up a very important question that Dean almost forgot to ask.

"Is Crowley uh," Dean paused, "Full mojo, or what? If he throws a tantrum I don't have to toss him in a devils trap until you return or-"

Castiel shook his head, cutting him off. "As far as I can tell, Crowley is unable to access any of his powers," came the response, "Sometimes, in extreme bounds of distress, his eyes sometimes flicker, but other than that, he hasn't shown signs of anything other than a regular child, given his rather odd circumstance."

"How much do they remember?" Sam was the one to speak up this time, and Castiel was only able to shrug.

"I'm not sure," he hummed, "They seem to recognizes faces and the emotions they feel towards the individual, proof being how easy it is for Bobby to run up to you." Castiel clicked his tongue in thought, "other than that, however, they don't seem to know much else. Crowley doesn't know he's the King of Hell, Bobby doesn't know how to read, the list goes on."

"How are Crowley's temper tantrums?" Dean asked, quirking a brow, seeming to expect something bad but was only received with a shake of the head.

"Almost nonexistent."

"Almost?" Sam spoke up, glancing down at the little demon in his arms that's tugging on his jacket.

"I suppose you'll see, won't you?" Castiel sighed, before taking a step back. "I'll try to return as soon as possible, but I must find the witch who did this."

"Fine," Dean grunted, "but only for Bobby. Crowley can stay a defenseless three year old for all I care."

"You know I can't do that Dean," Castiel rolled his arms, "Hell will certainly need him sooner or later, and I doubt Bobby would appreciate Crowley staying an infant."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Dean shot back, but only received a slightly confused tilt of the head by the angel before he promptly flew off.

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance before Dean sauntered into the living room, preparing for a long day. He expected the worse from Crowley, but he had severely miscalculated who the trouble maker was going to be.

At first, for the first hour or so, everything was very calm and quiet. Sam kept Crowley occupied by reading to him, mostly because Dean downright refused to be bothered by trying to play nice with the three year old, and kept himself busy entertaining Bobby with the older hunters books- more or less in the way of making a fort out of them, and building with the things without really hurting them. The day passed slowly, and Dean was growing gradually agitated by how much time he spent trying to keep Bobby occupied, who often became bored with one of his endeavors and wanted to move onto the next.

Sam could see the clip on Deans shoulder the longer the day lasted, and Sam almost found it funny.

At one point, it got so bad to the point that Dean looked two seconds away from bursting, that Sam quickly stepped in and offered to look after Bobby while he gets dinner ready for them to eat. Dean was quick to accept, dropping Bobby into Sam's arms and leaving the moose-like Winchester to it.

Crowley smiled brightly as Bobby settled beside him on Sam's lap, scooting over enough so they were hip to hip and his head rested against the other arm. Bobby smiled in return, glancing back up at the book in the hunters arm before pointing to the one laying half-open by Sam's feet. Sam watched the interactions between the two of them curiously, but didn't comment out loud. It made him wonder how much the two recognized each other, seeing as they were so comfortable around one another. Surely, if they remembered or recognized who the other was, they wouldn't be so nice and friendly, would they?

The younger Winchester didn't say a word as he picked up the book, his eyes a little tired and his brain a bit worn from having to come up with all these elaborate stories to tell, but he made it through half-way his next story before he heard Dean shout from the kitchen. Whatever he made, he was finished with, and to be honest it didn't smell half-bad either. Crowley glanced up at Sam as he scooted, placing down the book, much to the little demons distress, before being hoisted into the air.

Bobby giggled in his delight, but Crowley was less than pleased being six or so feet in the air.

Sam barely noticed how Crowley gripped his arm tighter as he began walking into the kitchen; Dean had a few plates laid out in front of four seats, two of which had a few larger books-made-booster-seats placed on them.

"Wasn't sure what they'd eat," Dean admitted, taking the pan from the stove, "but all kids like Mac'n cheese."

Sam snorted, setting Bobby down onto one of the chairs, and a bit more carefully as he lowered Crowley into his seat. The little demon kept his eyes lowered, and only glanced up when Dean set down his plate in front of him. Crowley made a soft sound, something akin to a thank you, but it was too quiet to make out. Dean watched him a moment, glancing away when Crowley met his gaze.

Dean glanced up at Sam, squinting his eyes at his brother.

"After this, we're switching babies."

Sam shook his head, a smug smile spreading over his lips and holding his hands out in mock defeat. "I never said you couldn't have Crowley, that's on you Dean."

"That's before I knew he was the good one!" Dean shot back, stepping around the table where the two toddlers were seated, making his way over to the fridge and glancing inside. "Besides, they're gonna go take a nap if Uncle Dean has anything to say about it."

"Uncle Dean?" Sam quirked a brow playfully, but Dean only made to nod, snagging a beer from the fridge.

"Shut up, Sam," he snapped, "Point is, is that they're gonna have some shut eye, while I'm-" he emphasized his wording, "-gonna see what the hell's taken Cas so long."

"Give him time, Dean." Sam said as he glanced back at the two de-aged men. Crowley was kicking his legs, giggling with mac'n cheese smeared over his cheeks and chin, his soft round face beaming at Bobby who was already half way finished eating and having already made some sort of art project on the table. Dean groaned, rolling his eyes as he popped the cap of his beer off, taking a quick swig before setting it off to the side.

"Yeah well, Cas isn't doin' baby duty, so he need's to hurry the hell up." With a gesture of his head, he picked up the messy demon, leaving Sam to deal with the rather extensive mess Bobby made up, and carried the toddler upstairs towards the washroom. Dean gave the place a quick once over, before closing the lid to the toilet seat, and placing the little demon ontop and Crowley stayed absolutely stock still, watching the hunter curiously as he moved around the little space the room had.

"Well, kid," Dean began, shuffling through a few drawers, pulling out a little towel before turning the faucet to the sink, "I'm not sure how much you remember of me, if you remember me, and I don't know if you'll remember any of this when you're full grown mega-douche again, but if you do, well-" he ran his finger under the running water to temp it, shrugging as he placed the rag under the warm water before dropping down to the little demons level, looking at the toddler head on, "you owe me one."

Crowley blinked at him, flinching when Dean brought the rag to his face, but didn't move outside of that. "Close your eyes." Dean commanded gently, and Crowley obliged.

He scrunched up his little features, and Dean couldn't help but snort, "relax, not too much."

Crowley shifted wearily in his seat, his hands twiddling on his lap as Dean wiped off the mess sticking to his face. Dean couldn't help but feel the tension in his shoulders relax, Crowley didn't cause him any fuss as he finished cleaning his face up, and didn't argue when Dean told him it was time for a nap. And although he didn't look tired, he didn't fight the hunter as he took him down the hall into the guest bedroom, holding his hand along the way.

Sam was up a few minutes behind him, with a cleaned off Bobby on his hip and book in his hand. Dean helped Crowley onto the guest bed before glancing over at Sam.

"Do you know if Cas' got them pajamas or what?"

Sam shrugged, "Cas left without telling us a lot of things, we're just gonna have to look around."

"Great," Dean muttered sarcastically, eyes darting around the room.

Luckily, however, the hunt itself wasn't too long nor strenuous, and all of their extra clothes that Cas seemed to have bought quite a few of. None of them were labeled, and it took guessing to figure out what would fit who and who got what for that night. All of which were sitting on a chair in Bobby's bedroom, the bed mussed up on both ends, but Dean didn't really take much notice.

"Can't they just dress themselves?"

"Dean," Sam sighed, "They have a hard time putting food in their mouth, you really think they know how to put their arms through the sleeves?"

Dean made a weak whining noise in the back of his throat.

"Besides," Sam continued, "Cas dealt with the two of them, by himself, for at least three or so days, we can survive an afternoon."

"Fine, whatever, but you're dressing Bobby." Dean mumbled, looking over the folded clothing Cas had set out before grabbing a pair, "last thing I need is him kicking at me when I'm trying to get some pants on him."

"Bobby isn't that bad-"

"Well that's because you had toddler of the year sitting on your lap like a perched angel," Dean muttered bitterly, "Well, guess what Sammy, it's my turn to look after the good kid."

Sam paused, his fingers brushing over one of the small shirts, looking it over. "Don't you think," Sam began slowly, chewing the inside of his lip, "that- well, this is sort of.. odd?"

"Yeah Sammy, two full grown men turned babies is a bit strange, thank you for your contribution."

"No, Dean-" Sam shook his head, shifting on his feet a second, glancing out the doorway when he heard the soft giggles of the two playing down the hall in the guest bedroom, "I mean, how the two of them are acting? Like, Crowley's the demon here, why isn't he throwing the tantrums, why is he- I dunno, behaving?"

Dean shrugged, "Don't know," he answered, "and I don't know why Bobby's acting up all the time, because as far as I can tell, Bobby's one of the calmest people I know," he glanced up at Sam, "but we didn't know Bobby when he was this old, so maybe it's just how they really acted as kids, maybe it's really complicated emotional stuff on how the really are 'on the inside'-" Dean mocked, "it doesn't matter, what matters is getting them old and cranky and grumpy again so I don't have to clean mac'n cheese off the King of Hell's face again, or try to explain to a 40-something year old kid that he shouldn't play with electricity."

Sam, despite himself, chuckled, "yeah, weird."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, "and didn't Cas say something like- I dunno, how they vaguely recognize people?"

Sam nodded, "yeah, I think so."

"Okay then why the hell is he so relaxed around us?"

"Who? Crowley?"

"Who else?"

"I don't know," Sam responded, shifting on his feet, "he seemed just fine running up to me when he first saw me, book in hand and asking to play with my hair," there was a small smile there too, but Dean didn't question it; Sam was a kid person, just as much as he was a dog person, and sometimes it's hard to remember that Crowley, the King of Hell, was the one asking. It was hard to bother remembering with his round soft freckled face, and his large green eyes that looked too damn innocent to have belonged to a demon that caused them nothing but grief and trouble for a long time.

"I think he seemed fine around Cas, and hell- he was holding hands with Bobby earlier-"

"They were holding hands?" Dean cut in, and Sam only nodded.

"I think it's a kid thing, but they seem pretty close." Sam said a bit absently, licking his lips, "I think that the only time Crowley seemed worried, was around you, actually," he glanced over at his brother, "I wonder why that is."

"Dunno, I'm fucking fantastic."

Sam simply rolled his eyes, gesturing for Dean to follow him as they made their way back to the two kids in the guest room.

Crowley was hanging over the edge of the bed, looking down at the little hunter sitting upright on the ground, having pulled the blanket askew off the bed and wrapped it around his head. Crowley was giggling, legs kicking.

"You're silly," Crowley giggled, his voice a soft joyous squeak, but Bobby snorted indignantly.

"No I'm the Karaken-" Bobby trailed off as he tried to pronounce it, "Silly isn't even an animal."

Crowley squinted his big eyes at him, brows furrowing and mouth forming a small line. "No you're not, you're Bubby."

They both glanced up when the hunters came into the room, effectively silencing the little demon who pushed himself upright as if he did something wrong. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance but didn't comment, taking the child of choice and preparing them for their nap. Bobby didn't cause too much of a fuss for Sam, besides making him pick a different shirt, because that one was "too scratchy".

Crowley was quiet as Dean replaced his shirt and pants, the only issue being that his arm got stuck at one point and Dean had to spend the next few minutes trying to readjust it. The only time that Crowley began to really fuss was when he saw Sam take Bobby out of the room.

Crowley whimpered loudly, whining in protest as they left the room, his arm reaching out towards the door they disappeared behind, "Bubby!"

Dean blinked at him, raising a brow but continued to fix his outfit before pulling him up and remaking the bed a bit. Crowley tried to get out, tried wiggling the sheets off of him and run after Sam, but Dean grabbed his arm.

"Crowley, stop that. Go to bed."

The little demon made a distressed sound, looking almost terrified at the notion of being by himself. "No." he whined, "I wan' Bubby."

"Well Bubby has to go to sleep too," Dean replied, tugging on his blankets and pulling them up to him, "he'll still be there when you wake up, kiddo. Go to sleep."

"What's the problem?" Dean turned around to see Sam step in, childless.

"He wants Bobby." Crowley nodded enthusiastically towards the taller Winchester, who only looked at the little demon with perplextion.

"Why?" This was directed towards the child who seemed to be struggling with his words.

"Safe," he replied, voice shaky and timid. There seemed to be more, but his little three year old brain could describe nor elucidate as to why that was or why he really needed to be around him. Sam seemed to understand it on some level, but he was talking to a child, and a child's way of thinking was so blunt and straight forward and yet so vague, he could only assume what he meant, but even then, his understanding was insufficient.

Sam leaned down in front of the bed on his knee's, looking at Crowley straight on and serious, "Bobby's just in the other room, okay?" he waited for the little nod in the others head as he showed he understood.

"He's only a room away, okay? You can see him again after you sleep-"

"No!" he sounded far more desperate than a three year old should sound, but the hunters ignored it. Toddlers overreacting, that's all.

"I wan' Bubby," and he looked on the verge of tears and Sam pushed himself up from his spot on his knee's to be sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Bobby's got to sleep, and you two won't sleep if you're in the same room," They'll play, leave, won't get any rest. "Do you want me to stay in here until you fall asleep? Make sure it's safe."

Crowley shook his head, "Bubby."

Sam sighed, "I told you I can't do that," he pulled the blankets of the ruffled toddler, who didn't fight it, regardless of how upset he was. Sam tucked him in, staying in there a half hour after Dean finally leaves in order to make sure that Crowley will actually sleep before he finally joins Dean in the living room.

"The hell was that about?" Dean muttered, taking a drink of his beer, resting his hip against Bobby's old oak desk. Sam shrugged in response, grabbing his own drink before settling on the couch.

"Dunno," Sam took a sip of his own drink, pausing before looking up at his brother, "Hey, do you think that had something to do with-"

"Hello Dean."

"Jesus Christ!" The hunters jumped up at the sudden appearance of the angel, Dean making a point to breath out his exhale heavily.

"Jesus fuck, Cas, you need bells."

Castiel glanced at the hunter in confusion but decided against commenting.

"Did you find the witch?" Sam eventually spoke up, to which Cas nodded.

"I do have her location, however the place it warded against angels, and I'm going to require your assistance in apprehending her." Cas sighed, looking rather ruffled, "We'll set out tomorrow, if that suits you best."

Dean licked his lips before nodding, "Sure, so long as you help look after the misfit twins."

Cas quirked a brow, "How have they been behaving?"

"Bobby's a handful," Sam responded, "but he's not so bad."

"Say's you," Dean sneered, "he tried to give me a heart attack three times."

"I apologize," Cas said carefully, sincerely, "He's usually well behaved, especially when he's focused on Crowley."

"Which brings up the question, what the hell's going on there?" Dean asked, chewing the inside of his cheek. Cas gave him a long look before slowly shaking his head.

"Not for me to say," he finally responded, "when they tell you, that's on their own time, not mine."

"What's that supposed to mean?" It was Sam this time, but again, annoyingly, Castiel only shook his head.

"How was Crowley?" he switched the subject, and although the obviousness of his attempt was almost sad, they played along with it.

"Good," Sam sighed, "Quiet, polite, nervous," he pressed his lips into a thin line, "but good, at least until we tried to make him take his nap."

Castiel nodded, "That's tolerable. I've come to notice sleep is rather hard on both of them, especially Crowley." He hummed, "It took me the first night to realize the dangers of this, especially with the memories-"

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Sam stepped forward, "What are you talking about?"

Castiel gave him a long stare, as if he was confused by the question. He furrowed his brows together, looking between the two brothers, "Didn't I tell you?"

"You didn't tell us anything like this," Dean crossed his arms, "what the hell are you going on about?"

"Sleep," Cas continued, speaking slowly, "It causes memories to surface, it's uh-" he waved his hands, "how they recognize us, they see us in their dreams."

"But you said dangers," Sam stopped him, cutting him off and trying to get him to talk.

"Well, yes-" Cas dropped his hands, "Bobby sometimes dreams of hunts, Crowley- well, Crowley dreams of his time in hell and-"

"Oh, fuck me-"

"But he's usually fine if he has Bobby sleeping beside him," Cas continued, "it's easier for him to sleep when he's by his side." When Castiel didn't get a response from the hunters, he squinted his eyes at them curiously, "You did have them sleep together, of course?"

The sudden high pitched wail that came from the upstairs was more than a sufficient answer to his question, and Cas was quick on his heels behind the hunters that shot towards the sound.

When they finally reached the room, the door was already ajar and the light was on; Dean was the first person to burst inside, finding two small forms curled up and clinging to one another. Crowley was openly sobbing, his face red and cheeks tear stained, face half buried against the four year old, who was hushing him. Castiel dropped to his knee's next to the bed, reaching out for the sobbing little demon but Bobby snapped at him to go away.

"I'm gonna make him better," Castiel said gently, "do you want him to feel better?"

Bobby was still a moment, stubborn to answer but eventually nodded. Crowley's fingers curled and uncurled on the front of the young hunters shirt, shaking and shivering in fear, flinching away violently as Castiel slowly moved a hand to his forehead.

"It's gonna be 'kay," Bobby staged whispered to the frighten child, "Yer gonna be okay."

"Cas', what are you doing?" Dean found himself asking, watching as the angel brushed his hand gently against the little demons forehead.

"Putting up a wall," he said simply, "it does no damage, and I'll remove it when we get him full grown once again, but now-"

"-it's too dangerous for him to remember," Sam finished for him, watching as Crowley relaxed a bit, his sobbing calming to a quiet whimper here and there until he was drifting off once again. Castiel adjusted the blankets so Bobby could scoot the both of them under it, clinging onto Crowley before he tried to find sleep himself. Castiel tucked them in before checking them one last time; turning off the lights before finally leaving them to take their nap.

They stepped out of the room, making their way downstairs and finally stopped back in the living room.

"Crowley doesn't make many requests," Castiel said carefully, "and when he does, I usually don't ignore them." He shot a stern look between both hunters, "I don't believe for a second that he didn't ask to share a room."

"How were we supposed to know that would happen?" Dean shot back, "you didn't exactly give a full list of do's and don'ts for this sort of thing."

"No," Castiel admitted, "But I also didn't think you'd separate them."

Dean shifted, "I didn't see the reason for them to share a room."

"It doesn't matter," Cas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "They're going to be back to their previous selves, and things will go back to..-" Castiel paused, "normal, or at least as normal as it gets with them."

"Well then why the hell can't we get going now?" Dean cracked his knuckles in emphasis, "let's go grab the bitch and get these man-babies back to full height."

"It's not that simple-"

"Course not," Dean groaned, "now what?"

"Once I get a hold of the original witch," Cas glanced between the brothers, "I'll need a great deal of ingredients, as well as the blood of the witch responsible-"

"And we don't know if that witch is the one to do it." Sam breathed, receiving a faint nod from the angel.

"We very well may have to do the ritual multiple times," Castiel said distastefully, "which can be more than draining and harmful to the little ones."

"Well, it doesn't look like we've got much of a choice," Sam sighed, running his hand along his face.

"And that's only assuming the spell works," Castiel brushed a hand along the side of his face, scratching the underside of his jaw absently as he thought, "And even if it does happen to work, the effects are unlikely to be immediate-"

"The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that they could be trapped in these bodies for.." Cas shook his head, raising his brows, "week's, months even."

"Fuck, we can't look after a bunch of kids for months," Dean hissed, "Crowley's prone to panic attacks and nightmares, while Bobby is the embodiment of a literal nightmare-"

"We do not have much choice in the matter, Dean," Cas snapped sternly, "while they are not themselves, they are to be looked after and taken care of until this problem is fixed. If this were to have happened to either one of you, do you honestly think that Bobby would have hesitated to look after you again when you were this age?" Dean was quiet, "I do realize that taking care of children is a lot, and that sacrifices will be made, but, in the mean time, all of us are going to have to give a little to make up for what they no longer have."

"We still have to do hunts, Cas," It was Sam this time, "We still have people to save, things that we have to do and get done. We can't just leave those people out there to suffer-"

"You won't have to," Cas cut in, "we'll simply take them on the hunts as well, and one of us will stay behind in the hotel room to look after them."

"Cas it's not that simple-"

"No, it's not," the angel replied, "but it's all we have. Unless, of course, either one of you can come up with something better."

The brothers exchanged a glance, but they all knew that this was settled. Castiel was right, they didn't really have another option- they could call in another hunter to baby sit, but what's to say they won't hurt or try to off Crowley? Of course there was always Garth, but Bobby would literally kill them once he got back to normal if they let Garth look after him. Any average babysitter wouldn't know what to do, and would be susceptible to being possessed, and there wasn't any reason to complicate matters any further.

Dean really didn't want to have to drag along two kids during their hunts- they could get hurt, or worse. It was dangerous, and they required a lot of time and patience he probably wouldn't be able to give after a hunt was done and over with.

But they just didn't have a lot of options for this.

"Alright," he finally sighed, glancing over towards the angel, "but I expect you to look after them while me and Sam are working on hunts."

"Of course-"

"And," he pointed his finger for emphasis, "you're the one who has to go clothes shopping."

It was hard to miss the small smile as it lifted the side of the angels mouth, "Of course, Dean."

Dean nodded, clearly pleased. "Alright, we'll head out after their nap."

Castiel left hours later to start collecting the materials needed for the ritual, and the brothers head upstairs to wake the curled up and cuddling children. Dean took a languid Crowley by the arms, while Sam pulled up a somnolent Bobby and went about getting them ready for the trip.

Crowley's eyes were terribly droopy, rubbing them with a closed fist as a soft yawn touched his lips. Dean bit back a smile as he dressed the sleepy child, brushing his hair slightly and smoothing it down before putting on socks and finding a pair of shoes he believed might fit him.

"C'mon little man," Dean muttered as he pulled the drowsy demon onto his hip, making his way downstairs where he found a dressed Bobby passed out on the couch, his legs curled up to his body and his hair in a terrible disarray. Dean pushed a few of his unruly strands back, before setting Crowley beside him. The little demon was quick to scoot up to the hunter, wrapping his small arms around his middle before burying his face against him, drifting off once again.

Sam walked in from the kitchen, carrying an empty suitcase and gesturing for Dean to follow as he began his trek upstairs. They packed the rest of the children's clothes, even the one that were dirty and needed washed, and grabbed a few things here and there that may keep them occupied during the time to come. Sam made sure to grab of pair of Bobby's normal clothes to put on when he changes back, and packed an extra just in case for Crowley, if he still doesn't have a hold of his powers when he gets back to his normal size.

"Got everything?"

Sam nodded, "Clothes, lots of socks, they're wearing their shoes-"

"a few books, rags, and those toys Cas bought for them to play with."

"Do they have any small blankets?" Sam asked, glancing into the suitcase, "Y'know, something to curl up with on the ride?"

"Uh," Dean glanced around Bobby's room, his eyes darted over to his closet, pulling it open and shifting about. "Uh.. I think so, what's this?" Dean pulled out a scarf, which was soft and red and simple. Shrugging, he place it on his shoulders before he continued his search, "ah, here's something." Dean then pulled out a thin plaid blanket, which looked pretty worn and used, but it'll do what it's supposed to. "Now they do."

"Huh, any hats?"

"Why hats?"

"It's cold outside, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I don't think so, we'll just have to go buy them some."

Sam sighed, finishing off his mental list before deciding they had everything they needed. The two of them got dressed themselves, pulling on their jackets before slinging their bags over their shoulders, Sam being the one to grab the suitcase before gathering the toddlers off of the couch. They turned off the lights, and locked the doors on their way out.

The weather outside was unbearably cold, and Dean could feel Crowley shivering violently in his arms. He pulled open the back seat to the Impala, as Sam got the heat going. They didn't have any carseats for them, but the seatbelts were going to have to do for the time being, snatching the blanket out and pulling it up and around the two kids as they got settled onto the cold seats. Bobby didn't seem too bothered by the cold, pulling on the sleeves to the sweater Sam had forced on him, but Crowley was still shivering violently, regardless of the warm sweater he had on. Dean seemed to remember something, pulling at his neck and removing the red scarf he had found hung up in Bobby's closet.

"Here you go," he muttered, wrapping it carefully around the child's neck and shoulders, who clung to it happily. "nice and warm."

Crowley looked up at him and smiled, mumbling something unintelligible but all Dean could do was smile back.

It was still dark outside, it being some ungodly hour of the morning when they finally set off to meet up with Cas somewhere along the line.

I really loved writing this oh my god, I may make sequels to this where Bobby and Crowley are doing mundane toddler things, and going to diners with Sam and Dean and Cas having to look after them and bathtime and oh my god they're actual babies this was a really cute prompt, than you for sending it in, even if the result wasn't exactly what you were probably hoping for. I do realize I went on for a while, but I have so many silly idea's that go along with this. Terribly sorry. I do hope you enjoyed, however.