Little Man

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters mentioned in the below piece of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes.

Author Note

Here's the next chapter!

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it :D

Just so you know my knowledge of babies is a bit rusty. The eldest in my life is 6 then 4 and then 1 so I'm trying to remember what is meant to happen around two so bare with me

Overall Summary

When Dean is hit with a de-aged spell Sam is frantic. He's determined to restore his brother back to his normal self but the more he sees Dean like this the more he wonders whether it's actually a blessing in disguise. He could finally give his brother the childhood he deserves, after all if anyone deserves it then its Dean. Time is running out and Sam has to make a decision but will he make the right one.

Chapter Summary

Sam has a mini freak out…

Chapter Two

Front or Back, that's the question

Sam adjusted Dean in his arms, pressing his own back against the cold wall behind him as he peered around the large wooden crate, his eyes searching the dark for any signs which might have indicated that the witch they had just wasted had, had some company. The warehouse was silent, the air heavy and oppressive with the lingering sense of power. Sam held Dean closer to his body, one large hand covering the back of Dean's head as he lightly kept the toddler's head against his shoulder.

There were certain things which Sam didn't want Dean to see, and a dead, barbequed witch was one of them. He was surprised by how right it felt having Dean in his arms like this, it was as though all his dormant protective instincts were springing into life again.

There was no way in hell that Sam was going to allow anything to get at the small child in his arms, the same child who was relying on him completely to look after him and keep him safe. There was only one way anyone would get to Dean and that was over Sam's cold dead body.

He waited, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement which might have given someone's position away but he saw nothing, the only noise breaking the silence was his and Dean's breathing. Everything pointed to them being alone in the warehouse, if anyone had been there before then they were long gone now. Sam breathed out silently, his eyes fixing on the exit. They had lingered in this place for too long, he wanted Dean out of there and he wanted him out of there now.

Sam kept a hold of his gun, ready to fire it if needed as he quietly moved across the floor towards the exit. Dean was silent in his arms, holding on tightly to Sam. He had been silent since he had been turned, making no noises or sounds. The last time Sam had heard Dean speak was when he had been taunting the witch trying to distract her attention away from Sam to give him time to get under some form of cover.

The impala was still parked outside the warehouse, gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Sam headed over to it, pulling out the keys from his jacket pocket before he unlocked the car. He stood by it, hesitating when he realised he had no idea where he was meant to put Dean. He had heard something once that children weren't allowed in the front seat of any car until they were of a certain age or height but if Sam placed Dean in the back of the car then would the small boy become frightened?

"God Dean" Sam muttered, reaching up and rubbing at his forehead. "How the hell am I meant to do this when I can't even figure out where to put you in the car? It would have been better for us both if I had been the one hit with the spell; at least you have some experience and skill when it comes to dealing with kids. I've never been around one in my life unless you count the one time I went back to Jessica's for Christmas and her baby niece was there. She really hated me, she spent the whole time kicking me in the shins and she was only slightly older then you" Sam stopped speaking, realising that he was nervously babbling at a two year old who probably couldn't understand half of what he was saying to him.

He glanced down as Dean pulled his face away from Sam's neck, the newly exposed skin becoming cold causing Sam to shiver slightly at the change in temperature. Green eyes watched him carefully as though Dean was weighing Sam up in his mind, clearly he had come to some sort of decision because he suddenly lifted his hands up and placed them against Sam's cheek, patting it twice before he dropped his hand and lowered his head back to Sam's shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against the material of Sam's shirt.

Sam stared down at his brother surprised by the sheer level or possessiveness and love he felt towards him at that moment, he tightened his grip, briefly resting his cheek against Dean's head and closed his eyes.

He could do this, Dean was counting on him to take care of him and to hold him self together until they were able to find him a cure and return him to his usual self.

"Ok in the back it is then" Sam said after a pause, lifting his head and running his hand up and down Dean's back, he rested it there for a moment before he moved to the back of the car and opened the door, depositing Dean onto the seat and crouching down next to him. "I'm going to have to get you a baby seat for back here, even if its only a short term thing." Dean glanced at him with an unimpressed look on his face making Sam wonder whether Dean could actually understand everything he said. "Hey don't give me that look" he remarked as he strapped Dean in rightly. "It's not my fault this has happened and come on, you know you can't just travel in a seatbelt and I can't carry you in my lap when I'm driving, that's just stupid, even you've got to agree with that"

Dean seemed to consider his point for a moment, lifting his arms up before dropping them with a slight huff as though he was telling Sam to get on with it.

Sam smiled at him, running his hand over Dean's hair as he double checked the seatbelt to make sure it was tight enough without becoming uncomfortable for Dean.

"I think you're ready to travel now" he stated as he pushed him self to his feet. "It's the best I can do at the moment anyway. I'll drive slowly Dean, like proper slowly so you should be safe, tomorrow we'll go out early in the morning and get you some clothes and supplies. Oversized men clothes on a baby isn't a good look for anyone, not even you"

Dean continued to look at Sam with a slight confused expression on his face as though he was trying to figure out exactly what Sam was saying to him.

"I guess you're a little too young to be having this sort of conversation with anyone, you've got to be what, two years old or something? I'm gonna ring Bobby up when he get to the motel, he'll know exactly what to do. It wouldn't surprise me Deanie if he has a parenting book stashed somewhere in his library. I mean the dude literally has a book for every possible scenario, why not this one"

Dean suddenly smiled, clapping his hands together at the mention of Bobby's name.

"If you wanted to we could drive down and see Bobby, would you like to do that Dean?" Sam asked curiously, watching as Dean's smile bloomed into a grin, it looked as though Dean had nearly all his teeth though Sam could see one or two missing from the back of the mouth. The affect was surprisingly adorable. "Well okay then, if that's what you want to do then that's what we'll do. I doubt Bobby would mind us visiting him. I'm gonna close the door now because its getting cold okay?" he said watching as Dean nodded his head, looking towards the front of the car, his small bare feet barely hanging off the side of the seat.

Sam hesitated as he climbed into the driver's seat trying to ignore the uneasy feeling he was getting at having Dean in the back. What is something happened to him? What if Sam crashed and Dean died because he didn't have him in a baby seat. Would it better to take Dean straight to a supermarket to get him some basics or would it just be better to get him back to the motel? They weren't far from where they were staying, fifteen minutes tops.

He glanced back once at the small boy but Dean seemed perfectly content to stare down at his hands, flexing them as though he was just discovering them for the first time, he looked fascinated by them. Sam breathed out slowly. He would just get them to the motel and figure everything out then. Decision made, Sam reached out and turned the key, his eyes still fixed on Dean. A small smile came to his face when Dean's head snapped up at the familiar purring sound of the engine, a look of glee on his face as he clapped his hands together, a small squeal of excitement escaping his mouth as he continued to clap. Sam grinned, that was the first sound Dean had made.

"Let's go kiddo" Sam said out loud as he drive off.

It took him twenty five minutes to get home, he had driven slightly under the speed limit, ignoring the people who were swerving dangerously around him, swearing and yelling at him for going so slowly. The only thing he cared about was getting Dean safety back to their room.

"Here we are Dean" he said thankfully as he turned into the motel, parking the car up and killing the engine. "We've made it back." He climbed out of the car and headed towards the back, pulling open the door and stopping when he realised that Dean was fast asleep, his cheek resting against the seatbelt. For a moment Sam stared at him before he smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his mobile. He quickly swiped the screen and pointed it at Dean, bringing up the camera action. He lined the shot up and took it, grinning when he saw how well it came out. Shoving the phone back into his pocket he leaned down, unstrapping Dean from the chair and lifting him up so his head was resting comfortably against his shoulder.

Dean snuffled against him, burying his face into Sam's neck. His breathing remained steady and even indicating that Dean was still fast asleep.

"Come on Dean" he remarked softly as he closed the back door and locked the car up. "Let's get you into a proper bed." He made his way across the empty car park to the room which they had been renting and let him self in, flicking the switch on at the side and flooding the dark room with some much needed light.

Everything was exactly how they had left it.

Sam went straight over to the bed which Dean had claimed for his own when they had arrived and placed the small boy on it. He tuck the mattress tightly around him and gazed down at him. He was going to have to make sure that he got Dean some pyjamas and clothes first thing tomorrow morning.

Shaking his head he turned away from his sleeping brother.

Sam had things to do.

Author Note

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