Supernatural Imagines 2

{75} The Winchesters

Requested By: SERENASILOS10463

Imagine: You are the Winchester's little sister and you are cursed to turn back into a baby. Sam and Dean have to take care of you while they find a way to turn you back.

You let out a heavy sigh as you let yourself collapse onto one of the beds in the small hotel room. You ran a hand through your hair as your brothers came stumbling through the motel room door as well. Sam fell onto the couch as Dean claimed the other bed next to you.

You laughed at them as you rolled onto your side to look at your older brother who was sprawled out on the bed. "I think we had a little too much to drink tonight," you teased Dean who chuckled. "We were celebrating," Dean defended. "Well, I think our 'celebrating' killed Sam," you stated, looking over at your other brother who only groaned in response, his head undoubtedly spinning.

"He's fine," Dean replied with a smirk. You laid back down on your back and looked up at the ceiling, remembering the events of the night. You had been tracking a nest of vampires for weeks. Every time you had gotten close, they managed to escape, leaving a pile of bodies in their wake.

Their aggression and violence needed to be stopped. You and your brothers had even attempted to team with other hunters to take them down, but they were good. It wasn't until earlier tonight that you had gotten one step ahead of them, and worked together as a team to take the entire nest out. Dean then suggested that the three of you get drinks to acknowledge the effort you all had put into taking out the vamps.

Now, many drinks later, you were all dying on the beds, the alcohol taking effect. You felt your head start spinning and you decided to go to sleep before you started throwing up, hoping that by going to sleep, the nausea would subside.

When you woke up the next morning, your head was killing you. You felt pounding inside your skull and clutched your forehead, attempting to stop the pain. "Yeah, I'm sure you're feeling the alcohol now," Dean joked, sitting down next to you on the bed and handing you pain killers and water.

You gave Dean a bitch face before taking the medicine from him and thanking him. Your head continued to hurt for an hour afterward. It hurt so bad that you couldn't get out of bed. Dean was worried about you but kept making jokes about how you couldn't handle the alcohol.

After another hour, the headache began to go away and you had to go to the bathroom. You went to stand up from the bed and immediately felt lightheaded as your body collapsed to the ground. You stared up at the same ceiling you were looking at when you fell asleep last night. Except, the ceiling looked so much further away from you now.

Everything looked different than last night. The beds seemed huge, and the nightstand looked like a dining room table. What the hell was going on? Suddenly, your brothers came into your field of vision, shock, and concern written all over their faces.

You tried to ask them what was wrong, but when you spoke the only thing that came out was...a gurgle? Something wasn't right. "Dean, what's going on?" Sam asked, looking at his brother, his eyes wide. "I don't know," Dean replied, looking around the room frantically as if looking for a clue.

You tried to stand up, but you couldn't so you were just flailing your arms. "Y/N, is that really you?" Sam asked. You made a noise of confirmation in response. "You're a baby," Sam stated, looking at you as if you were a strange alien.

You let out a small laugh, not believing him, thinking he was insulting you. That was until he picked you up. You struggled to get out of his arms but then noticed how his arm was bigger than your whole body. Sam carried you into the bathroom and let you look at yourself in the mirror. When you saw yourself, you began crying. Why was this happening?