he is sam's baby

Greatest Good

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Wife!Reader

Warning: Some swearing?

A/N: Requested by @remediesandmelodies forever ago. Sorry peach. Haha. A Sam AU based off Frozone’s “Where’s My Suit” in the Incredible’s.Of course with a little more, and Reader wife arguing with him.

Sam rips open the closet doors, shoving clothes to one side. Before dropping to the ground and looking under the bed.

“Got it Cap. I just, I need to find my wings.” Sam smacks the floor of the bedroom, standing up in a huff. “They didn’t grow legs and walk away.” He rolls his eyes hanging up the phone. “Baby!!” He calls out.

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Warm You Up

Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 680 

Warnings: cute, cheesy, fluffy, smutty goodness. Yay.

You gripped the covers as the brisk night air prickled against your skin. Your body shivered, your thin tank top and panties being the only thing between your bare skin and the sheets.

You heard a low chuckle as warm, calloused fingers skated over your bare thigh. “You cold, baby?” Sam whispered as he pulled you against his chest. His fingers traveled further up, snagging on the hem of your lace panties. He traced his finger along the thin fabric, slowly sneaking towards your center. Sam’s lips brushed your ear. “I know something that will warm you up.”

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Whipped Cream

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has added Sam, Bucky, and Tony.

Y/N: Now which one of you little pricks, put whipped cream all over my bedroom?

Sam: First of all,

Sam: RUDE.

Bucky: What is whipped cream?

Y/N: Oh don’t fuck with me now, Barnes.

Tony has added Steve

Tony: Cap, she said the f word.

Tony: For the record Y/N, I am deeply disappointed that the first suspect would be the three of us.

Steve: Can you PLEASE shut the fuck up already?

Y/N: OOOHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTT.

Y/N has added Scott, T’Challa, Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Peter.

Y/N: GET THE POPCORNS GUYS. THIS IS GETTING GOOD.

T’Challa: At least he has enough manners to ask nicely.

Sam: BURN BABY, BUUUURN.

Bucky: Quick, we gotta cool him down.

Bucky has left the chat

Sam: Never thought I’ll say this, but.

Sam: WAIT FOR ME.

Sam has left the chat.

T’Challa: But one Civil war was more than enough for my taste,

T’Challa: So I want no part in this one.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Clint: What I retire for 2 minutes and you guys start throwing fire at Stark? C’mon give him a break, you see he’s old.

Natasha has joined the chat.

Nat: Why are Sam and Bucky running around the tower spilling water everywhere?

Nat: Oh.

Tony: Thanks buddy, I wonder how many times you’ll come back from your retirement once I disable those fingers.

Clint has been disconnected.

Tony has left the chat.

Wanda: DANG it, I was really getting into it.

Scott: Guys, now I am scared.

Scott: Clint and Tony are running around the tower throwing things at each other.

Steve: Guys, seriously we should stop them, before they wreck everything.

Peter: Uh, yeah I agree with Mr. Rogers.

Wanda: I dare you to stop them, and I promise you that your worst nightmare will seem like the sweetest dream.

Y/N: YOU GO GIRL.

Steve: No need to get violent.

Scott: Since we’re not allowed to stop them,

Scott: Does anyone wanna go with me and record this?

Nat: Let’s go, tiny.

Scott: For the record I am not that tiny

Scott: I mean you all saw me.

Nat: You coming or nah?

Nat has left the chat.

Scott: On my way, Mrs grumpy kills.

Scott has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: For the record, I am team Clint.

Sam has left the chat.

Y/N: SAMEE

Wanda: Hell yeah.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor has added Bruce.

Thor: I am pleased to see that they don’t require our help.

Bruce: Civil war, part two.

Bruce: Unbelievable.

Bruce has left the chat.

Steve: Well I know for sure I am not just gonna sit here while they wreck the whole place down.

Steve has left the chat.

Y/N: There goes Mama Steve.

Wanda: Always so careful of its little ones.

Peter: Guys, I think we should help him.

Y/N: YOU ARE NO FUN PARKER.

Peter has left the chat.

Wanda: I gotta go, gotta find Pietro, I haven’t seen him for a while.

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: Wait a minute

Y/N: Oh you smooth motherfuckers.

Thor: It is not suitable for one lady to have filthy mouth like that.

Y/N: can’t you see what they just did?

Thor: Wreck the Avengers Tower?

Y/N: Yeah that too,

Y/N: BUT THEY DISTRACTED ME AND I HAVEN’T FOUND OUT WHO WRECKED MY ROOM IN THE END.

Thor: Well, Lady Y/N, I might be of some help there.

Y/N: WAIT WHAT?

Y/N: YOU KNEW WHOLE THIS TIME WHO DID IT AND YOU ONLY SPEAK NOW?

Thor: Now it seems like a good time, yeah.

Y/N: THEN TELL ME ALREADY

Thor: But don’t tell him I told you

Y/N: oh what are we 12 now? SPEAK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Thor: It was Bucky and Sam.

Y/N: OHHH THOSE TWO MOTHERFUCKERS ARE DEAD ONCE I CATCH THEM.

Y/N has left the chat.

Thor: Such a nice lady with such a filthy mouth.

Thor: I would rethink bringing her to meet my mother.

Thor has left the chat.


This is my first avengers chatroom, hope you like it.

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Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone? You were happy.
2.20 // What Is and What Should Never Be

The Best He Can

Characters: Baby, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills

Pairing: Dean x Reader, John x Mary, Sam x Amelia (briefly mentioned - only as in canon)

Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancies, cheating, nothing other than that really aside from canon deaths and angst.      

Word Count: 5800ish (woops!)

A/N: This is written for Baby’s Big 50 writing challenge hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem and it is told from Baby’s PoV. She is still a car, but she is the one to tell the story, much like the episode Baby but done with words. I hope this worked out as well as I hoped it would.

My prompt was Allman Brothers Band - Rambling Man - I am sure I could have used it better but these were the lines that really inspired me when I wrote this fic: Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man, Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.

This is sorta a rewrite of the entire series. Very boiled down and written through Baby’s eyes.. Headlights? Whatever :P Just read it :D

Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me

I have been lucky in my time on Earth, even if I have been through more than most. Sal, as flawed as he was, was a good man. He tried to do the best he knew how to with the short time he was given. He wanted to save people even if he couldn’t save himself. So he drove me around, giving Bibles away to people he felt needed some guidance, right up until the day he drank himself to death.

Standing on that lot at Rainbow Motors, I missed him. He had treated me right, and I had no way of knowing if the next guy would. I feared the uncertainty then like I never have since. When he walked up, I knew where I belonged. Even if he wasn’t the guy that took me home, I felt a connection to that man I was not going to understand for years, but I knew I belonged with him.

It wasn’t just the way he talked about me. The way he admired me. He spoke as if he knew me. Like I was important. I was sad to see him go, but John Winchester gave me some good years. He took care of me, and he loved me. So did Mary. They were amazing people, but in all my 10 years with them, the nights I felt the most important were nights I only came to understand later on.

One night after being to a drive in movie, Mary and John didn’t quite make it home. They spend the night in my backseat, and I felt their love as they loved each other. They had done this before of course, but there was something special about that night. I could feel it then, and nine months later, when John was forcing me to go as fast as I could to get to the hospital in time, I knew what it had been.

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Give me Dean Winchester dressed in leather with a motherfucking cigarette hanging out of his mouth, lingering around a diner where is baby brother is inside helping a girl study oblivious to fact that she’s looking at him more than the book in front of them. Give me a pinning Dean and an oblivious Sam and all the angst that you can come up with.

Babysitters - Destiel Imagine Request

Request:  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

Warnings: Unedited.

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!

“Dean, he won’t stop crying!” Cas complained as he tried to calm Sam down.

“He was always a cry baby..” Dean mumbled, taking his brother from Castiel’s arms.

The thing 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.

“Think we should call Mom?” Dean suggested after Sam stopped crying, “I mean she said she missed baby Sam and…”

“Dean.” Castiel spoke in a warning voice, “This isn’t what your mother meant.”

“I know, I know… I was just…”

“Give her 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.

Dean nodded, getting lost in the angel’s blue eyes until an awful smell reached his nostrils.

“What is that?” Dean shrugged.

“I think Sam evacuated.” Castiel said, wearing his usual squint.

“I’m not going to change my brother’s diapers again!” Dean fumed.

“Again?” Castiel squinted even deeper, reading Dean’s mind.

When Sam 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.

“We’ll do it together.” The angel stated. If Dean’s feelings were loneliness when remembering said moments, Cas would try and make him company.

-

“Okay… Let’s do this.” Dean mumbled as he started changing Sam’s diaper with expert hands.

If Dean 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.

“There you 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.

Dean sat 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.

Dean stood 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.

Once Sam 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.

“What?” Castiel asked in a rather grumpy voice.

“Nothing.” Dean smiled cheekily, “I didn’t knew you enjoyed singing.”

“It’s a lullaby in Enochian,” Cas explained, “We sing that to new born angels and kids that go to Heaven.”

“Whatever it means, Sam seems to like it.” Dean said, walking closer to the angel until they were side to side.

Dean looked 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.

“Yeah.” The 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.

Baby or 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.

“What’s 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?”

The 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 away.

Dean sighed 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 look.

“Don’t look 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 lullaby.

“Sam…” Dean grumbled as baby Sam gave him another look, “No… I… Fine I’ll call him.”

Dean left 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.

The hunter 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…”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel spoke as he appeared in front of the hunter.

“Good to 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.

“What kind of things?” Dean inquired.

How was 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.

“Private things.” Cas mumbled.

“Well, Sammy wants you here and I don’t know why.” Dean grumbled, gesturing towards the baby lying in bed.

The angel approached him, analysing his features and, presumably, reading his mind.

“Sam says 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.

The angel 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.

“You’re tired.” Cas observed as he turned around to face Dean.

“Well, my second in command flew away.” Dean complained.

“I’m sorry.” Cas apologised. Dean shove it off with a hand gestured and then both men went down to the library.

They sat down, one next to the other, to rest a little until Sam cried again.

“Was it easier when you were kids?” Castiel asked, breaking the silence of the room.

“Well, no… It’s kind of like the same, except now Sam seems to be less heavy.” Dean joked.

“That’s because you’re grown now, and have developed strength enough for Sam to seem lighter.” Castiel explained, like Dean didn’t know that already.

“That 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.

“Did you have to change another diaper?” Castiel continued to ask.

“Yup… A bunch of them, actually.” Dean replied, “It’s not the same without my angelic assistant.”

Castiel 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 promised.

-

“I asked Rowena to come.” Dean informed as Castiel appeared in Sam’s room. The hunter looked worried.

“You must 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.

“It’s fine, I’m here now.” Castiel comforter as he reached towards Sam’s forehead, curing him immediately after his fingers touched him.

“Thanks.”

Castiel put 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.

Castiel eventually appeared in Dean’s room. The hunter was wide awake, walking around the place nervously.

“How is he?” Dean asked.

“I cured him completely, and now he is sleeping.” Castiel explained.

“But what 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 before.

“You worry too much.” The angel remarked, “He will be fine… My only concern for now is you.”

“Me?” Dean hissed, “I’m good! Sam’s should be your only concern now! HE IS A GOODDAMN BABY!” Castiel nodded patiently.

“I’m aware of your brother’s sate,” He spoke, “but you are no better.”

Dean huffed 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.

“You’re stressed Dean.” Cas observed.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Dean replied sassily.

“I’m 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 yourself.”

“I don’t need to be taken care off.” Dean argued, but the angel had his mind set and forced the hunter to lie in bed.

“Just rest,” Cas begged, “I go this.”

-

“Why isn’t she here yet?” Stormed Dean as he entered the kitchen.

“Why are you up?” Replied Castiel.

Dean looked at his angel. He was hiding something behind him, and he looked guilty as ever.

“Why aren’t you with Sam?” Dean inquired angrily.

“Sam is safe; I just came down to…”

“You were supposed to be with him!” Dean interrupted angrily.

“He doesn’t need be to watch him all the time!” Castiel replied in the same tone.

“HE IS A FREAKING BABY!” Dean insisted.

“I 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 pie.”

-

“Why is he crying?” Dean whined.

“I don’t know… He is just crying for nothing!” Castiel answered.

“You drama bitch!” Dean hissed at his baby brother who was crying like he was being tortured.

“Dean, don’t 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.

“I don’t know what else to do, Cas.” Dean confessed in a trembling voice.

“We’ll find a way.” Cas promised.

Another strange 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.

“Thanks.” Dean melted, allowing Cas to take full control of the situation.

Cas pulled 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 think fast.

“Some 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.

“Let’s try that.”  Dean tried to smile in vain.

They weren’t 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.

“It’s fine, 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.

“My head aches.” Dean confessed with a weak smile. He was finally adjusting to Sam’s crying.

“I can fix that.” Cas offered, but Dean shook his head.

“It’ll go away.” Dean stated, “So this is what real parent do, huh?”

“I believe so, yes.” Castiel replied, trying to smile back at his hunter.

“Does that 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.

Suddenly, 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.

They broke 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.

“Guess we know now why he was crying.” Castiel shrugged.

“Yeah.” Dean looked at his angel, holding his hand tightly.

Yes, they would be great parents one day.

I hate the fact that Cas is still doubting where he belongs and who he belongs with. He still doesn’t feel welcome with the Winchesters and for sure he doesn’t feel welcome in heaven. And I don’t understand why, after 8 years, he still hasn’t found a home. I’m so sorry for him, my poor little baby.

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Metamorphosis (4x04)

As @caranfindel says in the meta that prompted me to make these gifs, this moment is an interesting example of how narrative power works in Supernatural, both for Sam and Dean as people and for us as viewers. Dean has been back to the past and found out (amongst other things) something hugely important about Sam: the fact that he was fed demon blood as a baby. He chooses to withhold this information from his brother. But when it becomes apparent that Sam already knew this (again, we’re talking about something that affects Sam specifically), Dean is angry and Sam apologises. Dean is seen to have more rights over Sam’s history and his body than Sam does himself; and because Sam (always ready to feel guilty, and especially at this point in his story) doesn’t question it, we as viewers are prompted to accept it too.

Dean defending the soldiers after mick asked if there were survivors.

Dude, dean hates mick as much as I do and he is jealous. THE LOOK HE GAVE MICK AND CAS LOL

Cas and Dean sitting in the back seat together. HOLD HANDS HOLD HANDS

OMG I KNEW it!!!! Dean called Billie 😰 Both of them made a deal. Omg WTH!!! Poor dean and Sam.

My baby cas, he’s almost on the verge of crying. ‘You don’t have to do this’ (cas to dean)

Now they have to pick who goes. Mary offers to die. Fuck!!! ’

Shit! CAS KILLED BILLIE WITH THE ANGEL BLADE!

'You mean to much to me’ cas to the Winchesters. GROUP HUG PLEASE!!!

'You made a stupid deal and I broke it’ (cas)

FUCK! I wonder how will this come to bite cas in the ass.

Shit! The BML are scary as fuck! They killed everyone who knew about the Winchesters.

Mick wants a new world without the supernatural. And Mary will help, maybe. For her boys.