Author's Note: Hello all you lovely readers of mine! It's been a while since I've seen you all. But I'm happy to be back with a new story for you guys. This is my first fic in a current fandom, and I haven't done that since the second Hunger Games movie release. I don't know how regularly this will be updated, but I at least wanted to get the first few chapters of this little fic up for you all to enjoy. Positive reviews are always welcome. I hope you all enjoy this story!

"The world is so broken and sometimes it leaves you cold

And at times you can't feel the fire to guide you home

The demons will haunt you and try to steal what you know

But the angels, they brought you

And they're gonna hold you up

They're gonna hold you up." -"Hold You Up" By Shane Harper

Dean Winchester tossed his duffel bag onto the cheap motel bed, his brother Sam following behind him. After a long day of hunting, he was in dire need of a good night's sleep. He flopped down on the bed with a sigh and rolled over onto his side. He was exhausted. He kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket in the general direction of the closet. Sam had already climbed into bed, too tired to care about anything else. Dean could feel his eyes getting ready to close for the night, so he got up, pulled back the covers, and turned off the light. He climbed under the warm blankets, content for the first time in a while. For once, he was safe. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, not knowing that he had unconsciously stuck his thumb into his mouth for comfort.

The dream he had that night was so strange.

Dean's sleep before this had been black and dreamless, but now with a burst of color there was a nursery there. Dean stepped forward. There was something strangely familiar about this room. The walls were a bland shade of yellow. The crib was against the back wall, with the bookshelf across from it. The closet was on another stretch of wall, opposite the changing table and dresser. The rocking chair was shoved into one corner, and stuffed animals were strewn all over the carpet. He picked up the nearest one. It was a soft stuffed dog. He smiled and hugged it to his chest, then started looking around the room.

Everything seemed to be bigger than normal. He stepped toward the crib and let down the side. He didn't really know what he was doing or why, but for once he didn't care- that was the joy of it being a dream. He got inside and put up the crib side. When he looked down at himself he realized he was only wearing a short blue shirt and a diaper. He looked around the room and saw different stuffed animals around the crib. There was a cat, a fox, the dog he had in his hand, and a bird. He crawled over to where the fox plush was and started playing with it, giggling to himself. Until he turned around, he didn't notice that there was a pacifier sitting between the legs of the cat. When he saw it, he eagerly reached for it and put it in his mouth, sucking on it happily.

Castiel had been with his brother Gabriel when he felt the strangest sensation ripple through him. Something about Dean. He excused himself from his brother's presence to go and look in on him. He got to the motel room and saw that Dean was still asleep. However, the sight of his thumb in his mouth was unusual. So he briefly looked inside his mind to see what he was dreaming of, and what he saw surprised him.

For a long while, Castiel, unseen and unfelt by Dean's presence, watched him play, marveling at how relaxed he seemed to be. It was like someone had come in and taken all the cares from his shoulders. He seemed perfectly content, and Castiel couldn't have been more intrigued, even it was a little strange. As much as he wanted to come out and say something, he held back because he didn't want Dean to be embarrassed and stop. So he stayed to watch instead.

Dean played for a while until he got bored. When he put his fox down he realized that he had to go to the bathroom- badly. He stood up and tried to unlock the crib, but it seemed to stretch until it was was just barely out of reach. He realized then that there was nothing else he could do. He was all alone. so he sat down, held his dog in his arms and waited.

He looked down at himself and stared at his diaper. It wasn't anything special, just a regular one with cartoon characters embroidering it. He wondered to himself how he was going to get changed after this, because he couldn't hold it for very much longer. So he closed his eyes and started thinking about things that made him happy. It relaxed him enough that he finally started wetting his diaper. At first he couldn't believe that he had actually done that, but then he realized that he didn't really mind at all. He started to crawl over to where the other stuffed animals were, cooing quietly to himself. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he started getting uncomfortable. He squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position, but couldn't. Unconsciously, he started to whimper, and tears began to form in his eyes.

Castiel was unable to stand by any longer and quietly came through the door. Dean looked up at him, eyes wide and cheeks the brightest shade of red. He flinched away on instinct, but Castiel patted his arm gently.

"It's alright." Castiel said soothingly. "Let me help you."

Dean let his guard down for once and let his trusted friend change him. When it was over, Castiel was about to explain himself when Dean's instincts took over and he woke up.

Dean shot up from his bed with a gasp, trying to catch his breath. He looked around, expecting someone to be there, but no one was. He was alone. All alone. Maybe it was just a dream. He didn't know. More than that, he didn't want to know. All he wanted to do was forget about it and get back to sleep. He laid back down and pulled the covers up with one hand. It was only then that he realized that he had his thumb in his mouth. He blushed and started to take it out, but some obscure instinct stopped him. It felt good, he decided. He felt a sense of security tied to the action. He could hear the echo of his father's voice inside of his head, telling him that he was acting like a baby and that he was being weak, but for once in his life, Dean didn't care. He started sucking harder, feeling himself relax and slowly fell back to sleep.