Reverse This Curse

Request for Orla-May

"If your not too busy could you do one where y/n gets turned into a small child by a witch and dean has to look after her until they kill the witch."

"What the Hell are we supposed to do now?" Dean demanded.

"Watch your language around the child," Sam teased.

Dean glared at his brother. "She's not a child. She's (y/n)."

Sam looked at you, now four years old and wandering aimlessly around the motel room, then looked back at Dean. "She's (y/n) as a child."

Dean groaned. "I repeat: what the Hell are we supposed to do now?"

Sam let out a sigh and sat at the table. "I don't know. Find out how to reverse it?"

"Can we reverse it?" Dean asked.

"We reversed that spell that turned you into a girl," Sam reminded. (1)

Dean glared again. "We promised never to speak of that again."

The taller brother chuckled. "Just pointing out that we've reversed witch magic before. We just need to do a lot of research and find out which spell she used. If we're lucky, it'll wear off in its own time."

"But how long is its own time?" the older brother sighed. "We can't take care of a four year old (y/n) forever."

They glanced over to where you had picked up Dean's hunting bag and were dumping its contents out all over the motel room floor. Dean jumped up and rushed over to you, groaning about the mess as he took the bag from your hands and began stuffing everything back in. You pouted at the loss of your new toy and then shrugged, looking for something else to do. You wandered over to the bag of research books that Sam had brought, pulling them out one at a time. Some of them you opened out of curiosity; others you just threw aside without a care. You let out a frustrated noise when none of the books had pretty pictures in them. Sam sighed and began picking up the books.

"We have to do something," he said.

"You think?" Dean replied sassily. "What can we do?"

"Do you think Cas could help?" Sam wondered. "Angels might know something about spells."

They began calling for Cas, and within moments, the trenchcoat-clad angel stood in the center of the room.

"Sam, Dean," he greeted. "What do you need?"

Sam picked you up, much to you delight. "We need to reverse a spell."

"I don't understand," the angel replied.

"This is (y/n)," Dean explained. "A witch turned her into a child and we need to figure out how to turn her back."

Cas nodded, tensing up when you reached out to him.

Sam chuckled. "She wants you to hold her."

"I- I don't-"

Before Cas could protest, you had already wiggled out of Sam's arms and were clinging to the angel's coat. Cas complied reluctantly, wrapping his arms around your middle. You wrapped your legs around his waist for support, giggling lightly. Your eyes lit up when the angel passed you to Dean, who held you close, now that he had an excuse to.

"I will see what I can find out," Cas said before he fluttered away.

"I'll hunt down the witch," Sam offered. He gathered his research books and his weapons and headed outside.

"What am I supposed to do?" Dean called after him.

"Take care of (y/n)!" Sam replied, closing the motel door behind him. Dean let out a huff and looked at you, still in his arms. You cling to his plaid button-up and looked up at him with sparkling (e/c) eyes.

He smiled softly at you. He had an excuse to be protective and hold you close. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

He fixed you lunch- a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, because he didn't have a lot of supplies in the motel and he remembered it was your favorite sandwich- and smiled as you settled down on the couch to eat.

"How about a movie?" he suggested, and you nodded excitedly.

Dean sat beside you on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. It was mostly news and sports – nothing either of you found interesting. He eventually found a kids channel which was playing The Lion King. You let out a happy noise and settled against Dean's side, finishing your lunch. Dean picked you up and set you on his lab, and you nestled into his chest. He smiled and held you close. He wished he could hold you close all the time.

He began to panic when he heard you sniffle. He looked at you and saw tears down your cheeks. "Hey," he cooed softly. "What's wrong?"

You continued looking at the movie, tears streaming down your face. Dean looked up and nodded in understanding. It had gotten to the scene where Mufasa was thrown off the cliff and fell to the trampling wildebeests.

"It's okay," he said softly, cradling you against his chest. "It's just a movie."

Simba's sadness amplified your own and you cried more. Dean shushed you and rocked you back and forth, his arms circling you protectively. You calmed down by the time they introduced Timon and Pumbaa. Your breathing evened out and you relaxed in Dean's arms. He smiled and carded his fingers through your hair. You fell asleep against his chest after "Hakuna Matatta" ended.

The next morning, Dean awoke alone. A pout formed on his lips as he looked around, and then panic set in. You were a still a toddler. Where had you gone? He jumped off the couch and began looking frantically before a familiar giggle stopped him in his tracks. He spun on his heel and turned towards the kitchen where you stood, full grown, in front of the counter.

"(y/n)?" he greeted in surprise.

"Hi, Dean," you returned. You picked up a plate from the counter and held it out to him. "Bacon?"

He took a piece, looking at you cautiously. "Sam reversed the spell?"

You nodded. "Killing the witch reverses all of her magic."

"Where's Sam?"

"Sleeping."

Dean turned towards one of the queen-sized beds and found Sam passed out on top of the blanket. His heart sunk a little at the realization that his excuse to hold you close was gone. He was brought out of his thoughts when arms snaked around his neck.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you said.

He blushed furiously. "You're welcome."

"I remember everything," you said with a smile. "I remember how you held me. I remember how panicked you were when I cried. I remember how caring you were."

He nodded stiffly. "Well, I had to make sure you were okay. You were four."

"There was more to it, wasn't there?" you guessed, looking into his emerald eyes. "It wasn't just looking out for my wellbeing. There was something deeper."

He stared at you, and for a moment you thought you misinterpreted him. Then his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing your chest against his. You smiled at him. You'd guessed right.

Using your arms around his neck, you brought his lips to yours. He responded immediately and you let out a soft sigh. Your lips melded together perfectly as your eyes fluttered closed. Your fingers tangled in the short hairs on the back of his neck while his hands fisted in the hem of your shirt.

You pulled back for a breath and smiled at him. "Wanna watch a movie?"

He chuckled and nodded, leading you to the couch. You plopped down on his lap like you'd done as a child. You snuggled into his chest while Dean turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found Disney. You sighed contently, alternating between watching the movie and pressing soft kisses to Dean's face.

(1)I couldn't think of an example where they reversed a witch's spell so I made one up.