I want to request for a fic .. destiel fanfic where sam de-ages and turns into a baby and dean and cas take care of him and oh my god while doing it for a while they finally confess their feelings for eachother
Characters: Destiel, Sam, Rowena (mentioned), Mary (mentioned).
Word count: 2,554
A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote a Destiel fic, so I’m excited yet scared about this one, because I don’t know if I fully captured each character’s escence (mostly because I get caught on the fluff). Hope you enjoy it!
won’t stop crying!” Cas complained as he tried to calm Sam down.
always a cry baby..” Dean mumbled, taking his brother from Castiel’s arms.
they were hunting, whatever it was, turned Sam into a baby before escaping.
Therefore, Dean and Cas had to take care of him while they found a way of
turning him back to his real age.
should call Mom?” Dean suggested after Sam stopped crying, “I mean she said she
missed baby Sam and…”
Castiel spoke in a warning voice, “This isn’t what your mother meant.”
“I know, I
know… I was just…”
time.” The angel interrupted softly. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, a
gesture they were both familiar with for it was Cas’ way of showing empathy.
nodded, getting lost in the angel’s blue eyes until an awful smell reached his
that?” Dean shrugged.
Sam evacuated.” Castiel said, wearing his usual squint.
going to change my brother’s diapers again!” Dean fumed.
Castiel squinted even deeper, reading Dean’s mind.
was just a baby and Dean was just a kid, John would leave them at another
hunter’s house or even at a crappy motel, which ended in Dean having to change
Sam’s diapers for nobody would.
It was a
sad memory, but when were Dean’s childhood memories happy? He had been alone, with his baby brother as
company, growing up faster than anyone should. Castiel acknowledge his pain,
taking it as his own.
it together.” The angel stated. If Dean’s feelings were loneliness when
remembering said moments, Cas would try and make him company.
do this.” Dean mumbled as he started changing Sam’s diaper with expert hands.
were a doctor, Castiel would be his nurse. The angel made sure to hand Dean any
kind of supply he needed while the hunter did his job. Yes, there were some
disgusted smirks from each, but they were done in five minutes.
go, buddy.” Smiled Dean as he fixed the diaper for Sam to be comfortable.
Sam stood quiet
and even smiley for longer than Dean expected. However, he was still a baby
and, in no time, he was crying once more.
“Let me.” Castiel
begged, taking Sam in his arms.
down at the table in the war room, researching for a cure or at least any spell
to age Sam back up. He was focused on the screen until Castiel’s low voice
reached his ears, drifting any other thought away.
up and walked to the next room where Cas was rocking Sam softly as he sung
something in an unknown language. Dean stared in awe.
had fallen asleep, Cas looked up at Dean. The angel blushed, unable to control
his human vessel as he would like to, making Dean giggle.
Castiel asked in a rather grumpy voice.
Dean smiled cheekily, “I didn’t knew you enjoyed
lullaby in Enochian,” Cas explained, “We sing that to new born angels and kids
that go to Heaven.”
it means, Sam seems to like it.” Dean said, walking closer to the angel until
they were side to side.
down at his brother. He barely remembered how tiny and innocent Sam was when he
was that age. The angel, on the other hand, had his blue eyes focused on Dean’s
features, a habit he had developed over time.
“Do you like it?” Cas asked, emphasizing the
second word. Dean looked up to his angel, freezing for a second by the
intensity of his gaze.
well-known sex tension rose again. Both men staring deeply into each other’s
eyes, their breaths mixing with the other’s as the rest of the world
disappeared for the moment.
not, Sam hated that tension. They were always too scared to give the next step,
leaving the whole room into an aura of tension and stress. He wanted to push
them – they were so close he could easily make them kiss IF he was a grown up;
but he wasn’t, and his frustration got expressed by a loud cry that took both
men’s attention away from each other.
wrong, Sammy?” Dean asked in his motherly voice.
“I think he
is frustrated, except I don’t know why…” Castiel calmed the baby by pressing
two fingers on his forehead. “Tell me, Sam, what’s wrong?”
exchange was far from strange to Dean’s eyes. Castiel would hum in response
while Sam just stared at him. Yes, there were gestures and even slight
movements from Sam, but those were the usual “baby” ones.
After a few
minutes into the talk, Castiel’s cheeks turned bright red as his blue eyes
widened. Dean tried to ask him about the reason to his sudden behaviour, but
the angel only replied with a “I have to go” and the sound of his wings flying
heavily; he hated when Cas disappeared without any explanation. Then, he looked
back down at his brother who, in spite of being a baby, gave him a knowing
at me like that, Sammy.” Dean begged, only to get a baby bitch face from his
brother. “You’re a bitch, you know that?” Baby Sam tilted his head, “We’ve
talked about this, Sam.” Dean growled.
It had been
around three hours since Castiel disappeared. Dean had managed just fine, in
spite of getting into silly arguments with his literal baby brother. Yes, he
had cried with him, he had tried singing rock songs as lullabies and even tried
to blackmail him into behaving… Of course, nothing worked as good as Cas
calming Sam down, either by using his angelic powers or singing that Enochian
grumbled as baby Sam gave him another look, “No… I… Fine I’ll call him.”
his brother in bed. He was so tiny in comparison to the humongous bed he would
use before turning into a baby, that Dean stared in awe for a whole minute
before going back to his real task: Calling Cas.
placed both hands in place as he looked up to the ceiling. “Castiel,” he spoke,
“I pray to you because I’m tired as hell and I’m pretty sure he wants you
because you’re a definitely better baby sitter than I am and…”
Dean.” Castiel spoke as he appeared in front of the hunter.
see you,” Dean smiled for a second before returning to his serious gaze, “why
did you bail out on me?”
“Sam uh… He
said something that required me to take some time away.” Castiel explained.
of things?” Dean inquired.
Castiel, an angel of the Lord, supposed to explain to Dean that his baby
brother could tell how much in love he was with the hunter? It was insane! And
not because they weren’t allowed (which they weren’t unless they got a special
permission), but because Cas knew how Dean felt about angels.
things.” Cas mumbled.
Sammy wants you here and I don’t know why.” Dean grumbled, gesturing towards
the baby lying in bed.
approached him, analysing his features and, presumably, reading his mind.
he wants to listen to music…” Castiel squinted towards Dean, “I don’t
understand why he would need me to come if you can play music for him.”
Dean felt a
burn inside of him. Not because of Sam, but because he had just realized that
he was the one to want Cas around, and his unconscious had betrayed him by misinterpreting
one of Sam’s bitch-faces.
walked over to the bureau, from which he took Sam’s phone. He searched for the
music app and started playing it at a mild volume. Sam smiled and then fell
asleep, like nothing had happened.
tired.” Cas observed as he turned around to face Dean.
second in command flew away.” Dean complained.
Cas apologised. Dean shove it off with a hand gestured and then both men went
down to the library.
down, one next to the other, to rest a little until Sam cried again.
easier when you were kids?” Castiel asked, breaking the silence of the room.
It’s kind of like the same, except now Sam seems to be less heavy.” Dean joked.
because you’re grown now, and have developed strength enough for Sam to seem
lighter.” Castiel explained, like Dean didn’t know that already.
explains a lot, thanks.” Dean replied, acting like it was the first time he
heard that. He knew Cas still didn’t know when a person knew something or not,
as well as other things, so Dean would make it easier by following the angel.
After all, it made him happy.
have to change another diaper?” Castiel continued to ask.
bunch of them, actually.” Dean replied, “It’s not the same without my angelic
blushed lightly, looking down to his fidgeting hands. Dean followed his every
move with loving green eyes.
“I won’t bail on you anymore.” The angel
Rowena to come.” Dean informed as Castiel appeared in Sam’s room. The hunter
be in a real hurry… What happened?” Castiel asked concerned. Yes, he could hear
Sam crying but it was nothing he hadn’t done before.
“He’s got a
fever and I don’t know how to treat a baby’s fever… If he were older, I would
just push him into an ice cold bath and give him a pill but…” Dean’s green eyes
were full of fear.
I’m here now.” Castiel comforter as he reached towards Sam’s forehead, curing
him immediately after his fingers touched him.
Sam to sleep, asking Dean to go to his own room and get some sleep. “I’ll take
care of him” the angel promised, but when it came to Sam, Dean couldn’t rest until
he was sure his brother was fine.
eventually appeared in Dean’s room. The hunter was wide awake, walking around
the place nervously.
“How is he?”
him completely, and now he is sleeping.”
if he gets hungry? He is the kind of dude that snacks at midnight and…” Castiel
hushed him by pressing a finger over Dean’s lips, a gesture he had never used
too much.” The angel remarked, “He will be fine… My only concern for now is
hissed, “I’m good! Sam’s should be your only concern now! HE IS A GOODDAMN
BABY!” Castiel nodded patiently.
of your brother’s sate,” He spoke, “but you are no better.”
in frustration. Yes, he was feeling like crap but he was sure that it was only
because Sam was still a baby and Rowena was late.
stressed Dean.” Cas observed.
Sherlock.” Dean replied sassily.
Castiel, not Sherlock.” The angel squinted but shove the thought aside, “You’re
always taking care of the others, and you never worry about taking care of
need to be taken care off.” Dean argued, but the angel had his mind set and
forced the hunter to lie in bed.
Cas begged, “I go this.”
she here yet?” Stormed Dean as he entered the kitchen.
you up?” Replied Castiel.
at his angel. He was hiding something behind him, and he looked guilty as ever.
you with Sam?” Dean inquired angrily.
“Sam is safe;
I just came down to…”
supposed to be with him!” Dean interrupted angrily.
need be to watch him all the time!” Castiel replied in the same tone.
“HE IS A
FREAKING BABY!” Dean insisted.
understand your concern, but he is fine. Trust me.” Castiel begged patiently.
His voice was so soothing, it made Dean forget all his worries. “I got you some
“Why is he
crying?” Dean whined.
know… He is just crying for nothing!” Castiel answered.
bitch!” Dean hissed at his baby brother who was crying like he was being
call him that.” Castiel begged. Dean sighed heavily and left Sam in bed, then
stood up and found himself face to face with the angel.
know what else to do, Cas.” Dean confessed in a trembling voice.
a way.” Cas promised.
gesture followed, for Dean held Cas’ hand in his tightly. It wasn’t like they
hadn’t hold hands in the past, but this was different; it wasn’t a handshake, or
a high five, less to say a grip to save the other’s ass from falling from a
rooftop. It was different.
Dean melted, allowing Cas to take full control of the situation.
Dean into a not so friendly embrace, his mind thinking of any kind of solution
possible. He had tried using his powers, but Sam kept crying like it was the
end of the world; Rowena hadn’t arrived and Dean was a mess… Castiel had to
parents leave the baby to cry, because they know he will get tired and stop
crying at some point.” Castiel spoke. Dean looked up at him with redden eyes.
that.” Dean tried to smile in vain.
going to leave Sam alone because he was literally rolling from one side of the
other in bed, which could end up in him falling. However, they did ignored his
crying – which was really hard for Dean and his soft heart.
he’ll stop.” Castiel repeated over and over again as he pulled Dean’s face away
from Sam. “Dean, look at me.” The angel begged.
aches.” Dean confessed with a weak smile. He was finally adjusting to Sam’s
“I can fix
that.” Cas offered, but Dean shook his head.
away.” Dean stated, “So this is what real parent do, huh?”
so, yes.” Castiel replied, trying to smile back at his hunter.
make us good parents?” Dean inquired jokingly.
“I guess it
does… I mean, only if you want to.” The angel replied shyly.
“I do want
to…” Dean spoke softly.
their eyes were connected and the tension was back in the air; except this time
it didn’t last much. Before they could process what was going on, their lips
were over the other’s, both of their scruff finding a way to become one as
their arms wrapped each other.
the kiss, blushing like never before. Suddenly shy, suddenly happy – it felt like
the right thing to do. Their minds were so focused on each other, they didn’t
realized until later that Sam was no longer crying; instead he was staring at
them with a big, toothless grin on his face.
“Son of a
bitch.” Dean mumbled, unable to hide his growing smile.
know now why he was crying.” Castiel shrugged.
Dean looked at his angel, holding his hand tightly.
She won’t stop crying. He’s tried everything: feeding, burping, singing, rocking, bouncing, letting her lie down, picking her back up, reasoning with her, pleading with her. Emma’s face is red and blotchy and she shrieks with all the force that her tiny lungs can muster. Her cries are piercing, gouging, shrill. The fact that it is three in the morning only exacerbates both his desperation and his inability to effectually deal with the capricious needs of his three month old child.
“Please, Emma,” he desperately half hums, “go to sleep. Wouldn’t that be nice? We like sleep. Yes, we do. Sleep is glorious. Sleep is wonderful. Yes, it is. Yes, it is.”
Dean stands in the doorway, his bathrobe hanging off one shoulder, his hair sticking up every which way, sleepily rubbing at his eyes. Damn. Cas had been trying to let him rest. They’ve been taking the night shift in turns.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Dean shakes his head and huffs a laugh, shuffling over to the middle of bedroom where Cas continues to bounce/rock their baby.
“Wasn’t exactly you,” he peers down at Emma, who pauses just briefly in mid-wail to acknowledge Dean’s presence, before continuing her tirade, “Damn, she is not a happy camper tonight.”
Cas sighs, “Decidedly not.”
“You try the pacifier?”
Cas levels Dean with a stare that could level mountains, cities, “I am not an amateur.”
Dean raises his hands in surrender before Cas can bite his head off, “Stupid question, stupid question.”
“I’ve tried everything,” Cas is, honestly, close to crying himself, “she won’t stop. What am I doing wrong?”
Dean rubs a soothing hand against Cas’ back, “Hey, hey, nothing. You’re not doing anything wrong. You remember the first two weeks we had her home? I thought she hated me; she’s just got weird quirks.”
“Well, our previous methods aren’t working anymore!”
“I got an idea, huh? C’mon”
Dean leads the way downstairs, Cas following behind, Emma still screaming.
In the living room, Dean turns on the TV. Cas isn’t really sure what the point of this is, his head is pounding and the introduction of more noise is decidedly not helping. Emma agrees, she cries more forcefully as if she’s in competition with the infomercial playing. Dean hits a number and suddenly, instead of late night home shopping, they’re watching two beautifully dressed women yelling at each other in Spanish.
“Dean, what are you—?”
Dean makes grabby hands, “Here, gimme the munchkin.”
Cas hesitates, mostly because he’s worried that Dean’s lost his mind, but then he relinquishes his hold on Emma, passing her into Dean’s arms. She screams even louder, and Cas is torn between hovering over Dean’s shoulder or collapsing on the couch. Exhaustion wins out and he watches from the sofa in vague disbelief as Dean re-positions Emma, so that she can see the TV, and bounces in place with her.
The women on screen continue screaming at one another, one of the them leaves in a fit of rage, slamming the door behind her as the camera zooms in on the remaining women, a look of deviousness across her face. The scene changes, two men walk through a plaza.
“Now that’s Julio,” Dean explains to Emma, “he’s Juana—the angry lady’s brother. Now, he’s engaged to marry María—you haven’t met her yet—but he’s secretly sleeping with Rodrigo—that’s the guy he’s with right now. See how they’re making eyes at each other? They’re totally a thing, except Rodrigo wants Julio to leave María so they can be together, and Julio is being flaky about it”
Cas is not totally convinced that he isn’t dreaming. He never understood the concept of pinching one’s own arm to prove consciousness, but he tries it now. It hurts. He blinks at Dean, still talking, still bouncing. Emma is still crying, but it’s less forceful.
“Rodrigo used to be with Félix. Félix was an ass—we’re not gonna use that word, okay?—broke a lot of hearts, embezzled a bunch of money, married some lady named, Michelle—you don’t need to worry about her—basically, he was a douche—we’re not gonna learn that word either. So now Rodrigo, he’s been burnt before, had his heart broken by this bad dude, and he really loves Julio, but he’s worried Julio doesn’t feel that same way…Julio, he’s a good guy, he’s just really scared of changing, and putting himself out there. He’s got a good thing with María, ya know? It’s easy. Something new can be scary as, well, scary. See how we’re looking real close at his eyes now? He’s all broke up inside cause he doesn’t know what to do…”
Emma is no longer wailing. She’s hiccoughing, Dean switches from bouncing to slow rocks.
“Now, me? I think Julio and Rodrigo are gonna end up together. Know why?”
Emma hiccoughs and then quiets.
“They’ve got their own damn romantic music score. It’s playing right now. You hear it? You don’t get music like that if you’re not meant to be together. Plus, all they eye loving. You can always tell. Huh? Don’t you think, baby girl?”
Emma blinks sleepily at Dean from his arms. Cas blinks sleepily at Dean from the couch. He pats the seat next to him and Dean smiles, gratefully folding against the curve of Cas’ side. Emma drools in his arms, her eyes drooping, nearly closed.
Cas wraps an arm around Dean’s shoulders. He whispers in awe, “You did it.”
Dean laughs, “You did most of the heavy lifting, I just came in forthe final lap.”
“You’re mixing your metaphors.”
“I got the baby to sleep.”
Cas kisses Dean’s temple, “You did.”
Emma snuffles quietly in the circle of Dean’s arms, little face still red and blotchy, but so much more peaceful.
“Bobby gave me the idea,” Dean yawns, “when I was a kid and couldn’t sleep he’d plop me down for some late night novelas. I’d get sucked right in.”
Cas brushes a hand through Dean’s hair, “Like father, like daughter.”
Dean grins mischievously, “You know? That tantrum did seem all you.”