(The first part of the story will be very similar to my previous story Fussy)
BANG! The whole shack illuminated in sparkling purple smoke, and a throaty laugh echoed through.
"Sam!" You called out. "Sam are you okay?" He had gone in for the kill to push the witch you were hunting into the furness. The laughter died out and the witch was gone.
"Sam!" Dean shouted into the fog. No answer. You and Dean looked at each other, and then ran into the dissipating clouds.
Dean suddenly hit the ground, "Sam!"
He stood up, he turned around carrying something. He looked at you with a fear in his eyes that you had never seen before. Dean held out his arms. In it a bundle of clothes with no Sam inside them. But instead a baby ON them.
"Oh... My god..." You whispered.
"Take him...." Dean said, obviously worried. You shrugged off your hoodie, but kept on your jacket and took the baby from him wrapping him up in it.
Cradling the baby in your arms, against your chest. You looked up at Dean. "What are we going to do?"
"We have to get back to the motel... We can't keep him here as a little baby,"
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go,"
Suddenly Baby Sam began to scream and cry.
"Oh no! No no no," you groaned. "Sam!"
You jostled him in your arms in attempt to make him quiet.
In the car, baby Sam finally shut up and drifted off to sleep. You whispered to Dean in front. "I'll keep him in the motel while he naps. You go to the thrift shop in town and get him some baby clothes,"
"Okay, do I need to know his size?" He asked.
"Well he looks to me like he's only six months old. So in the store it'll be by age. 5 month, 6 month exetra," you replied. Peeking at a very cute baby faced Sam.
"Then I want you to go to either a Baby's R Us or something similar. Get him baby food, at least two binki's, a blanket, and diapers," you instructed.
"How do you know to get all of this stuff?" He asked.
"Um... Woman's intuition,"
Dean laughed a bit, and rolled his eyes. He dropped you off at the motel kissed you're cheek, and promised to be back soon.
In the meantime, you realized just how filthy baby Sam really was. You placed him on your bed to continue his nap, but you began running a warm bath in the sink.
Just after you finished getting the bath ready, baby Sam started crying.
"Shhh, quite Sammy. Come're. Let's get you all cleaned up, so that I don't look like a bad fake parent,"
You placed baby Sam in the warm water and laughed as he splashed his hands. You washed his hair and cleaned him all up, and were just pulling him out of the water with a towel to dry him off when Dean came in the door with a bunch of shopping bags.
"I'm home babe," Dean said trying to be suave. "But seriously, You've no idea how crazy those ladies at Baby's R Us get when they see a guy buying all the stuff," he commented. Tossing all the bags down.
"Get him an outfit, I'm tired of him being naked,"
That night baby Sam cried and cried and cried. You spent hours pacing the room, and jostling him in your arms. When he would finally fall asleep you'd lay down on the bed, with baby Sam on your chest. But a few hours later the little beast would be howling again.
"Dean, please can you try?" You moaned. Dean rolled over and made a noise.
"Dean,"you groaned.
"I'm coming..." He mumbled getting up. Taking Sam from you. "Come on you little ass," You laughed briefly before falling asleep.
The next day you had to go out and try to continue the hunt. But you quickly found that having baby Sam with you was not helping.
"Honey, just take him back to the motel. Rent some movies, try get him down for a nap... I'll bring you dinner tonight," Dean whispered to you.
"Are you sure?" You asked l.
"We have to play house until we fix this. So you are going to be a good little house wife and take care of bitchy little baby. And Daddy is going to fix this," he said.
"I hate this," you mumbled readjusting Sam on your hip.
"I know you do," he said kissing your lips "but, we've had worse," You nodded and headed off, walking back to the motel.
Baby Sam was more in looking at the trees and people on the streets than crying so he kept quiet.
An elderly coupled stopped on the sidewalk to adore you're "baby".
"Does he take more after your husband, dear?" The lady asked tickling baby Sam's cheek.
You didn't quite know how to answer, "yeah my... Husband and him look just alike,"
"How sweet," she cooed. "Don't worry if he's a handful dear, they get better,"
You gave a gentle laugh, "Thank you,"
You spent 3 days playing domestic house wife, with baby Sam. But after a few days, you wanted it to end.
You laid on the bed with your head on Dean's shoulder. "Honey?" You mumbled exhaustedly. Baby Sam screamed all night long...
"Yeah?" He replied half asleep.
"We need to change Sam back,"
"You don't like being a Mommy?" He joked.
"Sam isn't my baby, Dean. You're my baby. And maybe one day when we're married or something we'll have our own babies. But not Sam,"
"You're right babe. I'm working on it... It's very difficult without you and Sam,"
After a few days, Dean finally came through the motel room door, and shouted "I've got her. If I can kill her the spell on Dean will be reversed,"
"Oh good. As much as I do love him being my little baby. I'm finished with being a mommy," Dean laughed. Kissed you twice.
"Just be Mommy for a few more hours,"
For hours, nothing changed. Baby Sam stayed a baby. Crawling around the floor, getting interested by little things. Trying to stand up and falling down. Nothing. No change.
When suddenly, BANG! The room filled with purple glittering smoke and you could here a mans cough coming from within it.
"Sam!" You shouted out. You coughed on the smoke "Sam,"
The fog cleared, and there was Sam. Fully grown again, and stark naked. You flung a baby blanket at him to cover himself.
"No more baby food I swear to god (y/n)!" He cried.
"THANK GOD!!!"
