"Hey, what are you—" Castiel began his grumbling, eyes narrow and a confused expression pinching his masculine features. That is, until he looked over to catch the small being tugging at the end of his trench coat: a small child who's doe eyes looked curiously up at him, tiny hand still on his pants and a faint babble dribbling from the slobbery lips.

Now beholding the sight of a toddler who grasped his attention, Castiel's cold eyes melted until he looked more confused than concerned. His gaze checked around the near empty diner for anyone looking for the lost child before he kneeled down to the height of the kid.

"Uh hello, kid.. where's your parent?"