Dean meets Uncle Bobby
DEAN'S UNCA BEE-BEE
DISCLAIMER: Not mine but I wouldn't mind keeping Dean.
Dean has been de-aged, so Sam takes him to Bobby's, together they look after him.
"Wake up sleepy head. We're here," said Sam, shaking his now-little brother awake.
It had been almost two days since a witch had cursed Dean, and turned him into a two (almost three) year old. The search to reverse it had gone nowhere, which is why they were at Bobby's.
Green eyes fluttered open and looked over at Sam. "Come on, kiddo. Let's go inside." Sam smiled at the confused expression on Dean's little freckled face.
"In where?" Dean looked out of the window, and his eyes went wide when he saw all of the cars.
"We're at a friend's place. We call him Uncle Bobby," Sam told him, holding out his hand for Dean to take.
"Who Unca Bee-bee?"
Sam smiled again, and lifted him into his arms, before walking up to the house.
Bobby was waiting for them at the door, ready to greet his two favourite Winchesters. "Hey there, little man." He smiled at the now-younger brother, putting his hand on Dean's little shoulder.
Dean didn't do too well with strangers, so when Bobby touched his shoulder, he whimpered and wrapped his arms and legs tighter around Sam, hiding his little face against his shoulder. He looked like a baby koala clinging to a tree.
"Hey Dean. This is our Uncle Bobby," Sam introduced him. "We're staying with him for awhile. Aren't you going to say 'hi'?"
Dean's face came out of hiding and he looked shyly at Bobby. "Hiya. Me's De," he whispered, holding out his little hand.
"Nice to meet ya, Dean." Bobby shook Dean's little hand gently. "Come on in, Sam. Let me take that for ya," he offered, taking the two bags from Sam's other hand. He stepped aside, and held the door open for the two Winchesters to pass through.
As Sam carried him through the living room, Dean's green eyes went wide when he saw all of the books lying everywhere. "Wook Sammy. It wiby."
"When did ya go to a library?"
"We went yesterday to see if they had any books on witches and spells. No such luck. Please tell me you found something."
"No. Sorry Sam. Why? Are ya getting sick of him already?" joked Bobby with a smile.
"No. Of course not, but as long as he's like this he can't protect himself," said Sam, looking down when he felt a little tug on his sleeve.
"Sammy, Me's hungy."
"I know kiddo. I was going to get you some chips on the way. But somebody fell asleep, didn't they?" Sam started tickling Dean, and laughed when he heard his brother's happy giggling.
"Stop, Sammy," Dean managed through his giggles, struggling to get away. "Unca Bee-bee... g-get Sammy."
Bobby was no help; he stood there laughing at the sight before him.
After several minutes of struggling, Dean managed to get away from Sam's attacking fingers, and ran over to Bobby. "Up up." He held up his little arms, and started jumping up and down.
"Morons," Bobby chuckled, lifting him up into his arms.
Dean's fingers touched Bobby's face. "You's fuwwy," he said, running his fingers over Bobby's beard.
Bobby smiled down at Dean's innocent, angelic little face. "It's called a beard, little man."
"Me's have one?"
Bobby laughed again, and caught Dean's little hand in his own. "Not yet. Ya have to be a grown-up to have a beard. Now I heard someone was hungry. What would ya like to eat?" he asked, carrying him into the kitchen.
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