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Castiel and Crowley were becoming frustrated. For weeks now, more like almost an entire two months, Sam and Dean haven't been little and have been working themselves to the bone. Sure, they get random spurts like this where they just wanna work and catch/kill monsters, but these spurts have never lasted this long before. I mean, come on? Two whole months with no little or even me time? They've got to be getting worn out by now, right? Wrong.
Sam and Dean are currently on another mission, they were supposed to be home three days ago but called and said when they were passing through another town another mission came up, which greatly disappointed both Castiel and Crowley. Because unbeknownst to the two littles their caregivers had set up a little day (maybe a little week) for them to return to and be little whether they like it or not. Which would have also helped both Castiel and Crowley de-stress as well.
Castiel missed being Dada, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, Crowley missed being Papa. They missed holding their littles and playing or coloring with them. They missed the giggles and laughter they got when they were all playing tag together. They missed bedtime bottles/sippys and sleepy cuddles. Being an angel and the king of hell are both stressful things and being caregivers helps them de-stress. And not being able to hold their babies is stressing them out even more.
So, they came up with a plan. When Sam and Dean walked through the bunker door they would baby them to no end and make them slip into their comfy little head-spaces, which would no doubt be very young due to how much they're working themselves. And whether Sam and Dean wanted to or not they will slip into their head-spaces and will be babied by their caregivers.
Which is where they find themselves now. Waiting for Sam and Dean to return home, their arms crossed over their chests and with stern expressions on their face. They know for a fact both Sam and Dean will put up a fight, so they'll have to be stern and then baby them. Maybe chase them down too. Sam, and sometimes Dean, are runners when it comes to not wanting to do something when little. Soon enough the caregivers here the bunker door open and close followed by heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, soon standing in front of them, duffel bags in hand.
"Moose, Squirrel.", Crowley says sternly, a hardened expression on his face.
"Crow.", Dean mocks him with a roll of his eyes, earning a sharp glare from Castiel.
"Dean. That's not nice.", Castiel says sternly, giving Dean a darkened look.
"Whatever, Cas.", Dean says dismissively, knowing how much Castiel disapproves of being dismissed as if he weren't Dean's caregiver.
"Squirrel. Don't give attitude to your Dada. Moose, come here to Papa.", Crowley scolds Dean lightly, opening up one of his arms for Sam to come to him.
But uncharacteristically Sam rolls his eyes and Crowley and begins to walk away to his room. Sam tends to shut down kind of and stop speaking when frustrated and tired , and somewhat between headspaces. Dean tends to get slightly aggressive.
"Don't tell when what to fucking do, Crowley.", Dean snaps as he also begins to go to his room.
"Moose! Squirrel! Get your asses back here now before you go over our knees and have a sore bottom for a week.", Crowley says very sternly, almost angrily.
The proposition of being spanked makes them both stop walking for a moment, they know punishment could very well happen, and just the mention of it is the thing that makes them slip into that little head-space of theirs. Dean slips into the mind of a two year old little boy, having a very young head-space, and Sam slips into the mind of a five year old little boy. So out of fear of punishment, and protectiveness of his brother, Sam grabs Dean's hand, they drop their duffel bags, and make a run for it. Dean a kind of sloppy run but a run nonetheless, and Sam a full on sprint. Dean struggles to keep up slightly but manages the best he can.
Crowley lets out a deep sigh, already feeling a headache coming on. Castiel holds back a chuckle, knowing that Crowley is going to have one difficult time trying to catch a hyper-active toddler, while he just has to catch a baby who will probably forget why he's running away from Dada in a few minutes.
"Don't laugh at me, Angel. I won't hesitate to hide Squirrels binky.", Crowley warns, though doesn't really mean it, knowing that if Dean doesn't have his binky tears and screams will be heard for hours, which will soon enough make Sam cry as well. And they don't need two crying littles on their hands, one is already enough.
And so, with one more sigh from Crowley, they run off to go catch their respective littles. Crowley to catch Sam. Castiel to catch Dean.
Chapter 2: Dean's POV
Summary:
Basically just Dean's POV for this chapter, the next chapter with be Sam's POV. And Crowley has an agenda against Sam being stinky at the end.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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As Sam grabs Dean's hand they make a run for it. They don't want to be punished. They don't want to be small. They can't be small. Dean can't be small. Dean needs to be strong! So He runs as fast as he can. Though, suddenly Crowley appears in front of them, having used his demon powers to teleport.
"Why hello there, little ones.", Crowley says with a smug smile, thinking he's got them. Usually Castiel and him don't use their angel/demon powers around Sam and Dean while they're little, but he thought he'd make an acceptation this one time.
"Fuck off!", Dean snaps, his voice slightly wavering as he struggles not to slip into his little mind-space.
"Dean Winchester, no cursing.", Castiel suddenly says from behind them. Dean's head suddenly snaps to look back at him with a slight fear in his eyes. Cursing isn't allowed when little.
Dean and Sam share a glance before suddenly running off in different directions. Sam plowing past Crowley before he has the time to react. Dean runs to a hallway to the left of him, soon disappearing into the darkness of it. He figured the dark would be to help him in his escape of little-space and caregiver. He doesn't want to be little.
"No using your powers, Crowley.", Castiel reminds Crowley before jogging off to go find Dean. Crowley rolls his eyes at that as he goes after Sam.
Dean legs run as fast as they can, his footsteps almost softly after years of training. Silence allows an advantage. Though as he struggles not to slip fully into head-space, about only half-way there, he trips over his own feet a few times. He doesn't want to be little. He's supposed to be big! He needs to be big so he can protect Sammy and keep him safe. He needs to be the big brother, not the little one. He can't be weak. It's his job to protect. He couldn't protect his mom. He couldn't protect his dad. Or uncle Bobby. Or Ellen. Or Jo. Or Ash. Or anybody! What good is he as a hunter if he can't even protect Sammy, his own brother? He's worthless if he can't.
As his mind wanders to all these self=deprecating thoughts and feelings, his chest grows heavier and his easy tear up. His mind too little to hold back his emotions, his tears. His vulnerability. He decides to hide inside of a storage closet. He closes the door and sicks to the ground, his back against the wall in the cramp room. He brings his knees to his chest and hugs them close, curling up into a ball. His mind fully slipping into little-space. And he silently cries to himself. Even when regressed he can't help but be quiet. His regressed mind doesn't really understand why he's crying, being regressed to around 1 yrs old, but it knows it needs to cry with all the big emotions it's experiencing, especially inside of a small and dark room, which is quite scary. All he knows is that he wants his Dada.
And as if Castiel heard Dean's thoughts, a soft knock soon rings from the door. A gentle voice following it.
"Dean? May I come in, please?", Castiel asks softly. If Dean is hiding that's usual means he's crying. He hates for people to see him cry.
"..Da..da...", Dean's small voice forces out, feeble. That's all Castiel needs to hear to slowly open the door and peek his head inside to see Dean. Castiel softly smiles at Dean as he squats down to his level.
"Hey, Sweetheart..Wanna come to Dada?", Castiel offers softly, opening up his arms for Dean to come to him. Which Dean quickly accepts and practically latches onto Castiel in a tight hug. Castiel quickly hugs him back, softly rubbing his back and shushing him gently.
"Shh shh...It's okay, Baby, you're not in any trouble. Everything's okay..", Castiel comforts quietly, holding Dean in his embrace, trying to get him to calm down and stop crying. Dean quietly cries into Castiel's shoulder for a good ten minutes before slowly stopping, soon just sniffling.
"Are you ready to be babied now or do you still need some time?", Castiel asks, wanting to make sure Dean is ready, not wanting to force anything onto him if he's not.
"Baby..", Dean mumbles softly as he practically melts into Catiel. Feeling somewhat relieved now that he's little.
Castiel slowly stands up holding Dean in his arms, using just a little bit of his angel strength to lift and carry Dean effortlessly. He walks to Dean's room, while softly bouncing him and rubbing his back with a small hum to further sooth Dean. Dean keeps his head softly laid on Castiel's shoulder, his face tear stained and still sniffling a little. Upon arriving Castiel informs Dean he would need a bath, a proper one not like the ones he got at the crappy motels he stayed at. Dean slightly whines in protest at this but gives no further argument.
After the bath and whatnot, Castiel dresses Dean in a diaper (he's a bed-wetter due to nightmares) red plaid pajama pants, a plain black T-shirt, and some comfy socks. Dean never really liked to wear onesies, he prefers pants. He doesn't do shorts or anything above the knee. Castiel hands Dean his pacifier, which has Scooby-Doo themed deco on it, and hands him his favorite teddy bear. Castiel carries Dean to the living room of the bunker and puts on the original 'Scooby-Doo, Where are you?' series. They relax into the couch, Dean cuddled into Castiel's side, Castiel having an arm around Dean, and they watch the show. Only for it to be interrupted by Sam running through the room, ferally screaming, with Crowley chasing after him.
"Come back here, Moose! You need a bath, you're stinky!", Crowley yells, lightheartedly, as he chases after Sam.
Notes:
I hope you enjoyed! I kind of struggle writing it a little bit because I couldn't decide if I wanted to keep it third person or from Dean's POV but I stuck with third person on this one! But I did my best and I think it turned out somewhat good :) Also please someone get the reference of Dean not doing shorts (Season one reference) Lol.