Prompt: Cas crash lands in the backyard of a small girl named Y/N. His wings are bruised and cut. Somehow Y/N is able to see them and decides the only way to fix him up is with a good ol’ fashioned round of doctor.
This is probably gonna be REALLY cute so lets go!
The night was peaceful, calm. The soft hum of cicadas filing the forest air. A slight breeze whisked though the trees eternally, like that mild wind would keep up, forever rustling the trees.
Everything was almost suspended in a painting, the dark blues and greens blurred together in a photographed vision of peace among the earth.
And sitting there inside her bedroom was a little girl. Her bright E/C eyes sparkled with a fascinated innocence as she gazed up at the star speckled night sky. A smile was pasted onto her lips as the slowly moving stars captivated her entire existence.
And then, as if on cue, one star began moving quite a bit faster than the other ones.
She gasped. A shooting star! The H/C haired girl scrunched her eyes closed as she murmured a wish inside her head.
‘I really wish that I could have a friend! Pretty please?’
When she opened her eyes it startled her to see that the star wasn’t going away. It was getting bigger…
Her body was frozen in place as the bright white star appeared more red, a bit like a fire in her mind.
With a loud bashing sound that hurt her ears, the star crashed into her backyard.
She yipped like a startled fox, what was that!? The girl crouched down, her little eyes peaking over the windowsill to see the crater.
A few seconds later, almost routinely, a figure seemingly emerged from the rubble.
The girl gazed back up at the moon, briefly whispering a thank you before sprinting down the wooden steps, grabbing her flowery robe and throwing the door open.
By this time the figure had fully separated from the rubble and began shaking off the dirt that clung to his weakened frame.
“E-Excuse me!?” She chirped, her eyes fully drawn to the massive, towering wings that were attached to his shoulder blades, seemingly phasing through the trenchcoat he wore.
He looked at Y/N oddly, his head cocked to the side like a cat.
“Are you an angel?” He seemed a bit taken aback by this, momentarily wondering how she could have concluded this fact. You know, other than the fact he just crashed into her yard.
He paused, “Yes…”
She didn’t make any move of shock or understanding, only kept on glancing at his wings. In the pale moonlight she could see where the muscle at the top was scratched and some feathers had fallen out.
Y/N pointed to the tops of his majestic wings, “How did that happen?”
The man’s brows furrowed until he concluded that she must be able to see his wings. She must be an angel’s vessel… And a powerful one at that. He suspected that her blood was suited to Violiel. She even slightly resembled her when she was a fledgling.
“…I think that it’s better you don’t know about that” He murmured, his teeth clenching slightly at the pain brought with their crooked angle. Shaking his wings lightly, the dirt was shaken off the folding of his feathers.
The girl shrugged, walking closer to inspect the damage.
“They’re very fluffy… Does your cut hurt?” He looked at the young creation of his father with adoration. With all the things that he had done wrong… This was certainly his most redeeming creation.
“I suppose it does, yes” Almost instantly, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the house.
Her house looked fortunately spared from the wreckage his fall caused. It was true that he was expelled by the angel warding and he needed to return to the fray but for now… He supposed that it wouldn’t be too terrible if he laid low for a night.
“I can fix it! Just you wait!” She said with a cheer.
His sky blue eyes flickered with adoration for the small human, “What is your name?”
“Me? I’m Y/N. What’s your name, angel?” She had pushed aside the front door and beckoned for him to follow her. He folded in his wings to fit and shuffled in after her.
Y/N scrunched up her nose, “Cas… Cassiel?”
He shook his head, “Cas-ti-el”
“Cas…ti…el. Castiel… That’s such a pretty name!” The innocent figure had led Castiel into the living room and let go of his hand to rummage around a small box in the corner.
“Aha!” He leaned to the side in order to see what she had brought out.
It was a small plastic container with a red cross on the front. She opened the box and grabbed a handful of packets.
“Sit, sit! I can help!” Y/N grinned at the mere concept of being able to help someone else.
Ripping open the paper packet she revealed a large Dora the Explorer band-aid that she eagerly wrapped around the cuts that fit. Amusement drew a small smile from the stoic angel as she tried her absolute hardest to decorate his damaged wings with bright pink and blue band-aids. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that his wings wouldn’t heal this way.
“Thank you Y/N, it feels much better now” He was finally grasping the concept of why a human would lie in this instance. It made her look so incredibly happy.
With a childish laugh she burrowed her face into the blackish blue shimmer of his feathers, chuckling as she murmured how fluffy and soft they were. “Like a cloud” She mumbled.
It was a truly amazing sight to see, such a pure white soul. So absent of what the casual person would maintain. Her soul was so entirely bright that it practically illuminated the dimly lit living room.
Oh how the world would change poor, innocent Y/N.
But for this one instant, Castiel was pleased to have met the small girl with the bright blue band aids.
So yeah! That was my very first Child!Reader and I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed writing that! Thank you so much for the ask!