Supernatural Imagines: Book One

The Art of Babysitting

Characters: Dean x Reader, Toddler!Sam, Toddler!Castiel

Warnings: major fluff, toddler!sam, toddler!cas, very cute and adorableness.

Summary: Sam and Cas get turned into toddlers and you have to take care of them. Dean admires how easily this comes to you.

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It was a long and excruciating hunt that left you, Sam, Dean, and Cas all tired beyond belief. Cas made some of the pain go away but not much of it. You had to deal with witches which are always a pain in your ass, but this one was no different.

It was hard to pinpoint them but once you had them, killing them was easy. There were four witches and four hunters. You each had your part to play and when you killed your witch, you ran and helped Dean with his. Sam and Cas were upstairs with their so the logical thing was to help Dean who was downstairs with you.

Ah, Dean, you don't know where to start with that man. He was an amazing one and you hate that he couldn't see that. He had so much shit poured on him at such an early age it was inappropriate. A kid is supposed to play on playgrounds, cry over a scraped knee and worry about who's lunches they were going to trade with at school.

But, with Dean, it wasn't those things he worried about. He didn't play on playgrounds, but in motel rooms with his younger brother, wishing he was out there. He didn't cry over a scraped knee, he cried when he couldn't shoot the monster right, costing someone to get hurt. He didn't worry about lunches at school, he worried about if his dad was going to make it home safely.

He didn't have the best childhood and you wished you could take it all away from him. You wished you could take the pain away. He didn't deserve it but in his messed-up mind, he thought he did. You loved the man but you never would tell him. You've always been too shy and embarrassed to admit your feelings to him.

He was Dean Winchester, a man of very few words, always going after women each week, and a hard ass. You were an emotional woman, loves the idea of kids and a family, compassionate and caring. Not that Dean wasn't those things either, but you two were different people. You didn't like the things he liked (not as much as he wanted you to) and he didn't like the things you liked (not as much as you wanted him to).

You were more like Sam if anything, but you didn't want Sam. You wanted Dean. No one, not even Sam knew how you felt about Dean but you always thought Cas knew on some level. He was an Angel after all. But, pushing those thoughts aside, you were tired after the hunt and the minute your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

Your room was right across from Dean's and a whole other hallway separate from Sam. At the time you picked your room, you didn't know Dean's room was across from yours. Dean has the biggest room in the Bunker and the next biggest room was right across from him. You liked sleeping across from him but you hated it when he brought back a woman. You heard everything that went on in his room.

You were just thankful he was as tired as you were. You didn't wake up once during the night. The only time you woke up was at 7 am when you felt a small person bounce on your body. The more you woke up, you felt two small people on you, calling out your name to wake up.

"What the hell?" You muttered, forcing your eyes to open. Even though you got 9 hours of sleep, you were still very tired. You looked up to see two small children on your body, smiling at you. You just stared at them, not knowing who they were or why they were in your room.

"Wake up, Y/N!" The taller of the two said with a giggle.

"Who are you?" You asked. You sat up more, the sleep wearing off the more you stared at the kids.