It was a normal day with the Winchester brothers, another day another hunt, as Dean liked to say. Castiel stood in front of both brothers, talking to them when suddenly someone ran up to him in a panic and grabbed onto his arm, acting all clingy and lovey with him.

“H-Hey, baby!” they spoke nervously, their voice shaky. Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Baby? But we're not—” he spoke, sounding incredibly confused.

“Oh, I missed you!” the young person quickly spoke, glancing over their shoulder and checking to see if they're still being followed.