FOR: Jucajo
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: Sam/Dean, De-aged Sam
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Dean Winchester stood in shock horror and could only watch as his younger brother Sam, was thrown backwards into a tall tree.
"You bitch," He glared at the spirit before him, "You'll have to pay for that one."
The falsely benevolent spirit just smirked at him causing Dean to smirk back, not allowing himself to be distracted by the sound of his brother groaning as he gained consciousness.
"I hope you like hell," Dean spit out, taking control once again and finally, after a ten minute battle, sending the spirit where it belonged.
Dean was forced to pause to take a deep breath to calm his nerves. While he wouldn't normally have been all that affect, emotionally, having his little (but taller) brother hurt was enough to drive him to distraction.
Speaking of his little brother…
"Of all the asinine things you could have done," Dean started ranting before he even turned to look at his brother, "Damn it Sammy! I told you stay back! Did I stut…Sammy?"
"Dude, why are you looking at me like that?" Sam demanded to know, glaring at his brother. "And I'm asinine? What does that make you?"
"Bigger then you at the moment," Dean answered, tilting his head in shock.
"Why are you staring at me like that," Sam demanded again, "And what do you mean bigger than me? Dude, I'm, what, five feet taller then you?"
"You might want to rethink that," Dean suggested cryptically to his now irate younger brother.
Sam gave him a dirty look before finally trying to stand. It was when he actually got to standing that he realized something was very, very wrong.
"What did you do to me?" Sam squeaked…wait, no, yes, "Dean!"
"Come on Sammy," Dean smirked, "It's not that bad."
"Not that bad," Sam protested loudly, "I look like I'm what…ten? How is that not bad in Dean world?"
Dean's smirk left his face as Sam continued his rant. By the time Sam was really picking up steam Dean was glaring. Remembering exactly what his brother was like at that age Dean sat on the edge of a tree stump and tried to calm down.
He'd been hoping that Sam's de-aging would stop at just his body shrinking. Yet it was starting to seem that while Sam had kept his own mind for the most part there were going to be times, such as this, that Sam was truly going to act like a ten year old.
"I told you to stay back," Dean finally cut in, not wasting any time in grabbing his bother and hauling him over his lap. "If you hadn't gotten in the middle of everything this wouldn't have happened."
"Put me down Dean!" Sam shouted, not liking the position he was in. "I mean it Dean, I didn't do anything! You can't do this!"
"I can do this and I should have done this a long time ago," Dean refuted, lifting his hand and letting it all on the much smaller backside. "You've been asking for this for awhile now but I let it go. You know what, not gonna happen anymore. You want to act like a spoiled brat then I'm going to treat you like one."
"But Dean," Sam whined, unable to stop himself as he mentally cursed his de-aged body, "Look at me! Isn't this punishment enough?"
"Obviously not," Dean disagreed, "You seem to think calling me names and laying all the blame on me is the right way to go. Guess what? It's not. You were told to stay back and why and you disobeyed. The consequence of not staying back is the de-aging, which we will find a way to reverse and the consequence of disobeying is this."
"No, Dean," Sam cried, once again mentally cursing his de-aged body, "I'm sorry; I'll l-listen from n-now on; I promise!"
While Dean could have gone on with the spanking longer he knew he had to take into count that Sam's body wasn't that of person in his twenties but that of a ten year old.
First though, he wanted to make sure he drove the point home and so he lifted on knee and lowered the other, aiming his next six swats to his baby brother's sit spot.
"You are going to obey me or so help me Sammy," Dean warned, "I'll suddenly remember you kept your current mind and let loose. Got it?"
"Y-yes sir," Sam sobbed, knowing it was the only answer he could give.
Dean ended the spanking and righted his brother, "Ok little man, it's all over."
"I-I'm sorry," Sam continued to cry.
"Alls forgiven," Dean soothed, letting his mind drift back to when Sam truly was ten and remembering the comforts that his brother needed.
"I d-don't want to stay this w-way," Sam hiccupped as his tears dried up.
"We're gonna fix this," Dean promised, "First we need to get out of here. Then we're going to go to Bobby's and fix this. Ok?"
"Kay," Sam mumbled, trusting his brother enough to close his eyes.
Dean gave a soft sigh as he realized that Sam was falling asleep. Picking him up, much like he used to, Dean proceeded to carry his baby brother out of the woods.
THE END
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WRITTEN FOR: 6/16/11
WRITTEN ON: 6/19/11
