Toddler Care / Dean Winchester
In which reader is hit by a spell which turns her into a toddler and Dean has to take care of her
Word Count: 1,389
A/n: omg this is late i’m so sorry. I haven’t been able to get on a desktop/laptop to post this until now.
“So, get this,” Sam started, his eyes not leaving his laptop screen. “What’s up?” You asked as you grabbed a fry off of Dean’s plate and dipped it in some ketchup before taking a bite. “Hey, that was my fry.” Dean pouted. You looked at him and smirked. “Not anymore.” You said, swallowing the last bite of the fry. “You suck.” He grumbled. “And you swallow.” Dean choked on his drink and Sam huffed in annoyance. “Guys, can you please be mature for one minute and listen to this?” He asked. “Nope.” You and Dean said in unison and grinned at each other. “So, as I was saying, there’s this town in Wisconsin where people keep dying in abnormal deaths. It says here that one guy burned to death in the shower a day ago.” Dean just looked at Sam. “Okay, so maybe he just took long shower with the water too hot.” He said. “Or maybe, a something got to him.” You nodded in agreement with Sam. “I agree, we should go check it out.” Dean stood up and threw some money on the table. “Alright, let’s go check it out.”
During the trip to Wisconsin, it was, as always, you sitting in the back seat of the Impala while Sam sat shotgun and Dean drove. You were staring out the window and watched as scenery blurred by, not really paying attention to the songs that were on playing on your playlist. You averted your attention from the scenery to look in the rearview mirror, studying Dean. After a year of consistent flirting, fighting, and hiding feelings for each other, the two of you finally ended up together, thanks for Sam.
It took fifteen hours to get to Wisconsin, and once there, you eagerly jumped out of the Impala, thankful to stretch your legs. “I’ll go get the rooms, you two stay here and watch baby.” Dean said, eyeing you and Sam. “Dean, your car isn’t going anywhere unless you’re driving it.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, watch her.” He mumbled and shot you one last glance at you before winking and walking away.
“Sammy, you stay here and do the research while y/n and I go out and investigate.” Dean said. You playfully glared at him. “What if I wanted to stay and research?” Dean just looked at you. “Since when do you want to do research?” You grinned when you heard Sam sigh. “Never, now let’s go.” You said, grabbing his arm and leaving the room.
“So, who to first?” You asked once the two of you were situated in the car. “I was thinking about going to Casey Finnet first since her husband recently died, then go from there.” Dean said, pulling out of the parking lot. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Dean glanced over at you and his lips twitched up in a smile. “Glad you agree.”
“Hi, Mrs. Finnet. I’m Katherine Lewis and this is my partner, Ashton Daniel.” You introduced, you and Dean flashing your fake F.B.I badges. The lady who stood in front of the door had graying, brown hair and wrinkles around her sad, brown eyes. “If you’re here to ask questions, then please see your way out. I’ve already gone over this with the police one too many times.” She said. “Mrs. Finnet, it’s important that we ask you these questions, we need to know as much information as possible to help you find whoever did this.” Dean said. The old lady looked hesitant, but nodded her head. “Alright, well, come in.” She stepped aside to let you and Dean in.
“Mrs. Finnet, can you tell my partner and I how Mr. Finnet died?” Dean asked. Mrs. Finnet eyed Dean before taking a breath. “There was nothing abnormal about the day he died, everything was the same. James left for work at six, our cleaning lady, Bonnet, came at ten and clean the house, I went to the daily ladies gathering at our church, after that I took our dog out for a walk around the block, and James came home at five and we ate meatloaf for dinner. It was our ordinary day. Except, of course, when he burned in the shower. It was awful, I could hear him screaming and when I got to the door, it wouldn’t open. Only when his screaming stopped the door finally opened. He was unrecognizable, his skin looked like a piece of burnt toast.” She explained. You and Dean shared a quick look. “Mrs. Finnet, would you please tell me where the bathroom is?” You asked. “Of course, dear. It’s up those stairs, the first door on the right.” You smiled at her before turning away and up the stairs. You checked the bathroom first, looking for anything strange. Coming empty handed, you made your way to what seemed to be their bedroom. You thoroughly checked the bedroom, checking the dresser drawers and cringing when you came across one filled with sex toys. You were slowly giving up hope when you opened the last drawer. Bingo. You thought, picking up the tiny, brown bag. You hid it in your shirt before making your way downstairs.
“So, what’d you find out?” Sam asked once you and Dean got back. “They were a sexually active couple.” You grimaced, thinking about the drawer with the sex toys. Dean grinned. “Y/n found a drawer dedicated to sex toys. I told her we should’ve stole them for our own use.” He Sam tried to hide his annoyance. “Okay, anything else?” You grabbed the hex bag from your pocket and put it on the table. “We’re dealing with a witch.” You said. “Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.” Sam said. “Now, all we have to do is find out who the witch is and gank the son of a bitch.” Dean added. “Oh, and don’t forget about the getting wasted after.” You chimed in. Both brothers rolled their eyes. “Only you, y/n.” Dean chuckled.
Three days and Dean almost getting hexed later, you successfully managed to find the witch. It happened to be Mrs. Finnet, who had killed him because she found out about an affair that he was having. Now, she had Dean pinned up against the wall and was getting ready to put a spell on him. “Dean, no!” You shouted, jumping in front of him. The next thing you knew, the world became smaller and the witches lifeless body laid on the floor. Sam came into view and he looked at you cautiously before laughing. “Dean, look at her!” He laughed. Now, both brothers came into view and they seemed taller than ever. It was Dean’s turn to burst out laughing. “Guys, can you please stop laughing for one second and tell me why you seem taller than ever.” You wined. There was a split moment where their laughter died down, only to resurface. “You’re so adorable, y/n! With your little legs and your high pitched voice.” Dean giggled. “What are you talking about?” You asked, becoming more and more confused. “Come here,” Dean said, walking over to you. Before you could move, Dean picked you up and propped you on his hip. He brought you over to a mirror and your eyes widened in horror. “The witch must’ve put a spell on you to turn you into a toddler.” Dean smirked. “Well, fucking shit.” You looked the same way, only in a four year old’s body.
“Sam, take her while I call Rowena and ask her about the spell.” Dean demanded, handing you over to Sam. “Just because I’m a little shorter doesn’t mean I’m not capable of standing.” You huffed in annoyance. Dean ignored you as he grabbed his phone and called Rowena. Thankfully, however, Sam listened to your wishes and put you down. “Okay, Rowena said the spell would lift off in a week, she also wants a picture.” Dean smirked at you, his green eyes filled with laughter. You flipped Dean off as he took the picture. “Lesson number one, no flipping people off. It’s a naughty thing to do, you hear?” You glared at him as his smirk grew. “Man,” he started, “I am so going to enjoy this next week.” You were going to make sure he wasn’t, in any way, shape, or form going to enjoy the following week.