Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #20: Babysitting

Imagine: Sam and Dean get turned into toddlers by a witch, and you have to take care of them until Cas can reverse the spell.

Age: 16

     "She's in there." You pointed with your free hand to the door before you, standing slightly ajar. A gentle glow seeped from within, flickering like firelight. Your brothers quickly pulled you behind them protectively, Sam's putting his hand on your shoulder, as if he was making sure you were still there.

     "Stay behind us." Dean commanded quietly, readying his gun firmly in his hand. You rolled your eyes, but obeyed his wishes. You knew he only did it for your safety.

     Dean and Sam stood on either side of the door, you ready and excited behind Sam. The brothers looked to each other, Dean counting down quietly, and suddenly both boys were leaping forward and swinging the door open.

     You jumped in after them, only to be blinded by a flash of bright white light. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing an arm over your face, and yelled for your brothers.

     Within seconds the light had subdued and the room was empty; the watch gone.

     Well, almost empty.

     "Sam? Dean?" You addressed the two babies that now sat before you, dressed in the same flannels and jackets that your brothers had once worn, neither baby any older than two.

      "Y/n!" One of them, the one that must've been Dean, due to his dark, short hair and green eyes, squeaked your name happily. He bumbled toward you and you saw he held in his hands his gun, now much too big for him to hold. With a small gasp, you snatched it from him, along with Sam's, and stuffed them in your belt.

     Dean waddled up to your leg and clung to it, chewing on your jeans. Sam, a mess of shaggy hair and hazelish eyes, plopped contentedly to his bum, messing with a fuzz sticking out of the rug on the floor.

     "Boys, what's going on? Sam?" Baby Sam glanced up at you, squealing a happy laugh before returning his attention to the rug. You looked down and pried Dean from your pant leg, holding him up by his armpits and staring hard at his face while he laughed and squirmed.

     "Dean?"

     "Y/n!" He held out his hands and you pulled him closer and propped him on your hip.

     You were a silent a minute as you tried to figure out what to do.

     "CAS!" You eventually screamed, bending down, rather awkwardly with baby Dean in your hand, and picking up Sam, placing him on your opposite hip.

     Cas had flown down into the mansion in an instant, taking in you and your big, well, little brothers.

     "What is going on?"

     "That bitch witch turned my brothers into babies!" You explained loudly. Cas stepped forward and took Sam from you, looking him over, "What do we do?"

      "They seem to be healthy. If I find the witch, I can kill her, and the spell will be reversed." Cas said, handing Sam back to you.

     "What do I do until then?" You asked, shaking your head as Dean tried to poke your face repeatedly.

     "I suppose you go back to the motel room. Take care of them."

     "You're kidding, right?" You protested, your arms already tired from holding both brothers. You set them down and allowed them to chase each other in circles around your legs.