#tinycas fic

[lifeisablackhole9]

Alright, so Tiny!Cas made me sad so I fixed it

This is a response to This post here: http://ask-tinycas.tumblr.com/post/94977452622/i-dont-miss-it-we-started-dating-after-i

It made me sad so I fixed it.

Hopefully it worked...

   The room was cold, and dark. The only heat Cas could feel was from right under him, emitting from Dean. As his normal-sized boyfriend slept underneath the tiny angel, Cas couldn’t help but think back on the past few days. He wanted nothing more than to be the same size as Dean again, to be able to make dumb dandelion wishes in a field on a nice summer day, with a picnic set up for him and Dean to enjoy. He wanted to be able to fight again, to be able to make everything right. But more than anything, he wants this- this right here- to be different. He wants to be able to lay his head on Dean’s chest, to have one hand intertwined with Dean’s, legs tangled together as they slept- but instead- he was stuck so small a bird could eat him if it wanted to.

    Thoughts began to fill his tiny head. Thoughts that hurt him inside and out.

‘What if I’m always stuck like this? What if I never get to be full size again? What if I never get the chance to hold Dean like that? Never able to love him the way I want to? W-what if he…’ A tear slid down his cheek and all the terrifying thoughts coursing through his mind.

‘What if I do make it back to normal, but- bit its- what if I’m-’ Clutching Dean’s shirt in his small hand, Cas began to cry.

    Before he could think of anything else to depress him, he could feel Dean’s chest rumble underneath him, as Dean began to speak.

    “Cas…? You okay? I thought I heard you crying… What happened?” Dean asked, grazing his thumb over Cas’ feathers.

    “D-Dean…! I… I didn’t know you were awake…”

    “Cas. What’s eating at ya’? Why are you crying?”

    “I-its nothing, Dean. Go back to sleep…”

    “Nothing, my ass. You only cry when things get bad, so what the hell’s happened?” Cas sighed.

    “I… I just, got thinking… About everything… Again… And I guess I just… Got back in that bad place again…” Cas could feel the deep sigh that came from Dean, before they were both sat upright, Cas still cradled in Dean’s hand.

    Cas didn’t bother asking what Dean was doing, just let it happen as Dean got up from his bed, and made his way to the bedroom door, tiny angel still in hand. He focused on the booming thumps of Dean’s heart beats as they made their way through the bunker, and outside. To Cas, they were loud, but comforting. He felt somewhat at ease knowing that, despite his worries and fears, Dean was still here now, still able to give some fragment of hope.

Cas was finally set free from his passive mental state when Dean plopped down in the middle of their field, laying down to look up at the sky. Cas rolled over and placed his tiny hands over Deans large one, and gazed up, too. The sky was clear, not a single cloud, and because of the secluded area, the two of them could make out every star they could without a telescope. The moon was full, sitting in the center of everything, and Cas felt happy. The calming sound of crickets chirping in the background was soon broken by Dean’s voice.

“Cas, you know you mean everything to me, right? I don’t care if you’ve got wings and a halo, or that you can’t fight anymore. It doesn't matter that I can’t hold you, or kiss you the way that I know we both want to. I don’t care if you stay like this till the day I die, it won’t change anything. It won’t change your laugh, your smile. It won’t change your curiosities about humanity, it won’t, change your love for burgers, and coffee. And, dammit, it sure as hell won’t change the fact that I love you, no matter what we go through, you hear me? So quit worrying about it, alright? Everything's gonna be okay, no matter what, you got me? Just, quit dreading the future, and enjoy now, with me, because that's what we have, and you know what? I like it. I like it just as much as I would like it if you were bigger. Hell, I’d like it a lot more if you were actually happy for once instead of pretending all the time. So… Lets work on that, alright? We’re gonna work on making you happy with what we got, okay?” Dean could feel a slight dampness as Cas started crying again, clutching to Dean’s finger.

“O-okay…” Dean kissed the top of Cas’ head.

“You know I love you, right? Because sometime I- I feel like I don’t say it enough, ya’ know?”

“You say it enough, Dean… I- I love you, too… Very much…”

The two of them lay there for a while, just enjoying each others company for what seemed like forever. Each star seemed to shine just a bit brighter, and the light from the moon felt warmer, even though it shouldn’t. Everything was perfect, and then a question broke the silence.

“How about we start with your birthday.” Dean asked, and Cas froze, not knowing what to say.

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Everythings Okay (Yup, another Tiny!Cas fic)

Castiel sat by the window in the darkly lit room, watching the Tuesday morning rain poor from the skies. He placed his hand over one of the water droplets on the cold glass, and moved it down as it fell. It was cold in the bunker that morning, and Cas just about couldn’t handle it. He wrapped his black wings around himself like a blanket, and put his tiny hand back on the window. The green forest outside the bunker overcome with a blue tint; most would find it depressing, but Cas found it beautiful. His tiny hand clenched on the cold glass, and he shut his eyes. He had Dean back, finally. He had been so worried for so long about his boyfriend, and now that he truly had him back he wasn’t sure what to do. He was snapped out of his thoughts when a rain drop trailed its way to his small hand. He looked at the water, leaking from the window, but instead of freaking out, he smiled at it. Relief filled him. Everything was going to be okay now; or so he thought. A large hand wrapped around him in a tight grip. Castiel struggled to try and escape, but the grip is too strong. He tries to look over at his assailant, but the room is too dark. Grunting, he calls out.

“Dean, DEAN!” But what responds scares Castiel more than anything. A dark, sinister voice creeps from the darkness. Twisted, and yet so familiar.

“I’m right here, Cas. No ones gonna get you while you’re in my grasp.” Deans voice said, almost mockingly as his grip on Cas tightened. Castiel grunted and tried to make for his angel blade, but his grip was too tight. Whatever this was, it wasn’t Dean.

“Aw, come on now. You won’t be needing that, not like it’ll do you any good anyway. Heh, stupid angel. What, did you think none of us would notice that the great Castiel, had fallen in love, with such a waste of space, such as Dean Winchester? Pathetic.”

“You take that back!”

“Or what?” Dean rose Castiel to his lips. “You’ll kill me?” He whispered before moving him back into his sights. “Forget it. Even if I let go of you, you couldn’t do anything. Hell, even if you were full sized, you wouldn’t do anything. Not as long as I’ve got your lover under my control.” Dean said with a twisted smirk.

“WHO ARE YOU!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DEAN!?” Castiel shouted out. Just then, thunder rolled and lightning struck the forest outside, giving enough light to show Dean with black eyes.

“We me in hell, Castiel. Right before you took Dean away from us. My name is Seir. I ran one of the troops that stood in your way that day. When you took him from us, I knew there was something weird about the way you retrieve him. But I never thought this was the reason. THE GREAT CASTIEL, fell; for a human. How fitting, that the same human he fell for, would be his undoing.” Seir held an angel blade of proper proportions to his head.

“Kill me, torture me, whatever. Just, let Dean go.” Castiel pleaded, looking down at the floor, knowing his time with Dean was to come short after all. The blade was lowered slightly from his head.

“Oh no, Cassie. I’m gonna kill you long and slow. Then, when I’m done with you, this same blade that I will have cut you to smaller pieces with? I’m gonna put it right. Through. His. Head. The, I’m gonna, how does he put it? ‘Smoke out’?” His twisted smile grew larger.

“Hes gonna die right next to you, but you’ll never see him again. Once we get ahold of him this time, we will never let him go again. And now, you wont have an army to come storming in. Hell, you won't even have yourself.”

“I wont let you hurt Dean.” Castiel stated, a tear falling from his blue eyes.

Dean’s grip tightened to the point where, if Cas had to breath, he wouldn’t be able to.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, my feathered friend.” He said before jamming the angel blade through Cas’ head.

Castiel sat up screaming. He was covered in sweat and clothed only in his boxers. He started to pant as he looked around and realized that he was atop one of Dean’s pillows, in Dean’s room, right next to Dean. It was hot in the room, so the door was left open. Before Cas could make any more observations, Dean had placed a gentle hand over Cas’ back, and gently stroked his black feathers with his thumb.

“Another nightmare?” He asked gently, and somewhat concerned. Castiel placed his tiny hand over Dean’s large one.

“Y-yeah… I think so…” He responded shakily.

“You wanna talk about it? You taught me that, that talking about it can sometimes help…” Castiel looked down at the sheets under him.

“You- you were possessed, by a demon named Seir. He… He said things… offal things, about me… About you… He said that, he was going to kill me, slowly. And, and then he-” Cas begun rocking back and forth, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey, Cas! Its okay! Look.” Dean turned Castiel around to face him, and pulled the collar of his shirt down, exposing his anti-possession tattoo.

“See? Nothings gonna happen as long as I’ve got this on, okay buddy?” He pulled Castiel into a hug. “I promise it's gonna be okay. I’ll never let anything like that happen. You hear me? Never.” Dean stroked the black feathers of Cas’ wings.

“Its all gonna be okay, as long as I’m here.”

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The Re-Do (Tiny!Cas fic)

So, I hate the new story arch. So, in an attempt to fix it, I think I might have just made everyone sadder... Oops. I held back from anything plot-changing, despite my instincts to just fix the shit out of the situation... Anyway, here you go I guess. Another Tiny!Cas fic instead of me doing homework. (yay)

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Castiel flew into Dean’s room, feeling a little bit nervous about everything. He wasn’t sure how to handle being the only one of the two of them to know anything. He flew over to Dean tightly clutching a DVD box in his tiny hands. Putting a small fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat as he landed on the foot of Dean’s bed.

“D-Dean?” Cas asked hoarsely. Dean stirred and looked at his the tiny Angel, using his elbows and forearms as support.

“Yeah, buddy?” He asked, glancing at the DVD is Cas’ hands.

“Hah, its gonna take me a while to get used to the whole ‘Fun Sized’ deal… Again, I guess… Anyway, what didja want?” Dean smiled at Cas. But it wasn’t the smile he gave a week ago, full of undying love and compassion; but of secrets he felt he couldn’t tell. Secrets that Cas already knew. Castiel looked down at the sheets underneath him, and moved the DVD behind his back.

“Its just that, before you got amnesia, you and I had watched a movie that had come out recently. And I just thought that, maybe if we watch it again, it might trigger something…? If that's alright with you, that is. I mean, Sam won’t let you leave the bunker anyway, and, it might get boring anyway and-”

“Cas, I’d love to.” Dean said, looking at Cas with the compassion that he had already grown to miss. But it faded all too quickly when Dean realized the way he was looking at his boyfriend best friend.

“So, what movie is it, anyway? How much action we talkin’? Man, I could go for a spy movie right now…” Dean said a little too enthusiastically. Cas smiled sheepishly and handed the DVD to Dean, who quickly took the box from him.

“The… Lego Movie…? Really Cas? Isn’t that supposed to be a kids movie?” Dean asked, confused and a little bit disappointed in their movie choices. Cas looked back down at the sheets, trying not to cry at the quick shoot down of their first movie as together. Dean noticed how sad he had made Cas, but he didn’t understand why his usual level of judgment was so hurtful to him. Dean sighed and rested a gentle hand on Cas’ small shoulders.

“If you think it’ll help in any way, then I guess two hours of my life on it won’t hurt…” Dean said, trying to make it up to his little buddy. Cas looked up with a new found hope in his eyes, as well as the threatening tears from seconds ago.

“R-really Dean? Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Besides, it doesn’t look that bad! I mean, at least I’ll get to enjoy it a second time, yeah?”

Cas smiled at his hunter, as a stray tear ran down his cheek.

“Woah, buddy, calm down! Its just a movie! No need to cry over it! I said it was fine, alright? So, lets pop’er in and see if it jogs anything, alright?” Castiel nodded.

“Good. Now, quit your waterworks and lets watch this sucker!” He exclaimed as he whipped the tear from Cas’ face out of habit.

Two hours had passed, and Cas had ended up leaning against Dean’s thigh, using it as a pillow. He wasn’t sleeping, but he thought- hoped- that if he was still enough, this moment would last forever. It was almost like before the amnesia, almost as if he remembered what they had formed together. A gentle hand covering him snapped him from his thoughts.

“Heh, I guess Sam was right, you do sleep now…” One of Deans thumbs begun stroking the feathers of Cas’ wings.

“Damnit, Cas. You have no idea, no fucking clue how badly I want to tell you. Hell, I’d give up just about anything for the right time. But then, would you even feel the same way…? I’m not sure I could handle that…”

A few moments of silence went past, and Dean became aware of how he was treating his little best friend.

“Damnit, Dean! Cut it out, you idiot! You can’t let him find out, especially not like this! He’s your friend, nothing more. Why though… Why does it feel so… Natural now? Whatever, man. Wow, am I really talking to myself? No wonder… No wonder you’re alone…” A tear fell from Cas’ cheek once more before he pretended to stir, and whipped his eyes as if he were tired in an attempt to hide his tears.

“Did it, jog anything about your lost memories, Dean? Anything at all? I mean, this movie was… It was important to us-you. It was important to you…” Cas looked down at Dean’s jeans to try and hide his frustration in knowing already what his answer would be.

“Not really… But, I did end up liking it a lot more than I expected! One of my top ten at least! Why did we go see it again?”

Cas froze, and gripped the sheets tight in his small hand.

“It-its nothing. You will remember soon enough anyway… I must go now… I think I hear Kevin calling for me.” Before Dean could say anything Castiel had flown out the door and to the library, where his nest was. All he could do was cry. Cry that their first date wasn’t enough.

[lifeisablackhole9]

Tiny!Cas fic part3 repost!

So, I uploaded this a while ago, but didn't tag it right and it got lost in my posts. Normally I would have just, let it kinda drift away (I know, I suck), but someone actually asked for it, so Imma repost. :3

Again, this one is defensively SWF, so don't worry 'bout it. :)

It was around one in the morning. Everyone in the bunker was asleep, even Cas. Everything that had happened the past few day, good and bad, had just completely warn him out. He was nestled into the tissue box bed Dean had made for him when he was sick. The little box bed was still sitting on Dean’s nightstand where he had put it before. The room was silent, but a small whimpering sound coming from the little Angel. Dean heard the sound, and half consciously rolled over. Tears streamed down Cas’ small face, before he shot up, screaming. Dean shot awaked, and sat up in his bed, gripping the gun from under his pillow in his hand. He looked over at Castiel, who was now full on crying. Dean let go of his gun and moved over to Cas.

“Hey, hey, hey…! Whats wrong? What happened?” Dean asked Castiel, scooping him up and holding him in his hands.

“I- I just- It-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Its alright. You're here, with me.” Dean told him, bringing Cas to his chest for a hug.

“I’ve gotcha’ man. Its okay now.” He said, stroking the back of Cas’ head with his thumb.

“I-it was all my fault…” Castiel muttered into Dean’s chest.

“Hey, no. It wasn’t, okay? It was just a dream. A real crappy dream, but just a dream, you hear me? Its alright now. I’m here. You can relax now. Its ganna be fine.” Dean held Cas firmly a reassured him everything was fine.

Cas gripped the fabric of Dean’s shirt tight in his little hands as he continued to cry into it. Dean started to gently rock back and forth in an attempt to comfort him. Cas’ breathing calmed down, and he slowly stopped crying, and instead turned his focus on Dean’s heartbeat. Dean heard a sniffle from Cas, and kissed him on the top of his head.

“Its okay, man. Everythings ganna be just fine.” Dean whispered to Cas, as his little boyfriend fell back asleep in his arms.

Dean laid back down, and pulled his covers back over him, and half over Cas. He watched as the little Angel seemed to be sleeping peacefully once more, and watched that rise and fall of his breathing. He smiled to himself.

“Everythings ganna be fine. After all, you have me.” He whispered without waking up Cas. He kissed him on the top of his head once more, before falling back asleep as well.

[ask-tinycas]

Could you be interested in adding fanfic to tiny cas. I'm in love with this storyline. And kc-Zimmerman vows to only write with your permission or ideas. Pleasesee. I love his tiny cas story writing.

OOC:

Haha yeah I read kc-zimmerman's post about that ^^I am not a writer but I would love more fic for the blog!It is totally awesome of them to ask for permissions first, it’s something I never considered and I really appreciate it :DAnd I guess if anyone else wants to do something similar, feel free! (And asking for permission on particularly plotty things is encouraged! Just gotta make sure things stay consistent with my story, and that’s about it)

OH and important!

I definitely am not the first one to think of a miniature Cas and I do not own the idea!

If you want to create something mini!Cas related that’s not related to this blog, feel free! (And I’ll probably love it because I am in love with this AU)

And if you do create something for the blog, make sure you make it obvious it’s for the ask Tiny!Cas blog and not a generic shrunken Cas thing! :)