Author: I can't really write much this week, but I wanted to share my headcannons for Cg!Dean, Cg!Sam, and Cg!Cas!!
Warnings: None!
My personal headcannons for the Supernatural Trio!
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Dean Winchester:
Dean wouldn't be necessarily helicopter strict, but he'd definitely be a bit stricter. No candy or sweets past 8, but if you both were having a rough night sleep, he'd slide a bowl of 3am ice-cream your way in a heartbeat.
PHYSICAL TOUCH. He'd always reach for your hand especially in public or always have his hand on your lower back. When at home he adores when you want to just be in his arms, whether if it's while he cooks dinner and you get carried around the kitchen, or if you're both watching a movie cuddled underneath some blankets. "C'mere I'll make it better I promise."
Massive gift giver!! He'd buy you all your favorite toys or food whenever he can, just to see the beautiful smile that glows when you get excited. His way of showing those around him that he cares tends to be just handing them things he thinks they'll like.
Doesn't like to, but will hand out punishments when needed, he hates seeing his kiddo upset but he knows that he can't let them get away with everything. "I know I hate it too."
"Kiddo", "Sweetheart", "Baby(girl/boy)" Are his go to with pet names, he absolutely adores being able to ruffle your hair and just call you, his kiddo.
He'd watch all the cartoons in the world with you!! Anything you like, from things you grew up with or adore, or things he grew up with and wants to share with you. If it's things he knows then you'll hear him mumble the words under his breath, just as excited as you are. "Scooby-dooby-doo!"
Overly protective of you, big or little. He'd practically die for anyone around him, and you were more than included in that bunch. Not a day goes by where he doesn't triple check every plan, he's created to keep his found family safe. "I won't lose them too."
Doesn't tend to let others care for you. Unless he's literally sick, or dying, he will always be home to care for you. If he's unavailable and can't be there he'll always leave behind a flannel of his and try and get Sam or Cas to stay with you as well. It tears him apart each time he has to step away from his kiddo though.
Softie all in all. He'd give anything for his little to be happy and healthy which means he'd give up the world for you just as fast as he'd also give it up for his brother, Sammy.
He wouldn't be fond of many people knowing of your two's dynamic, worrying someone could try and use it to harm you, or him. He'd only ever tell those he truly entrusts to keep you safe.
Cooker!! He'd cook everything for you!! He would always have some sort of snack for you!! There wouldn't be a thing he wouldn't make for you. Making you laugh as his normal "Meatman!" quote turns into "Cakeman!" And "Pizzaman!". ("Batman")
Activities!! He never got the chance to truly indulge in things like the park, or coloring pages. He'd absolutely sit there hunched over coloring with the crayons you supply him with, displaying his coloring sheet right next to yours. "We should really publish some artwork huh sweetheart?"
Would use "Dada" or "Baba" but would be open to more nicknames and would always hear you out if you think of a new nickname.
Sam Winchester
Reader!! he'd read you all the stories in the world if he could. He'd use all his funny voices and tell you the most enthralling story possible. "So get this, Winnie the pooh LOVES honey, just like I love you!"
Big cuddly bear. He'd always prefer to have you cuddled up warm and safe in his arms. His ideal night would consist of you both in matching pj's, hot cocoa, a fluffy blanket, and your favorite movie playing. "Yeah? Do you want to put your marshmallows in?"
Will always have you near him. Too many people have tried to hurt those close to him for him to not. Loves when you loop your finger through his belt loop, keeping yourself close to him.
Absolute best pretend play partner. You wanna play dolls and have them go to the mall buying all their hearts desire? Sam knows just how to get you to giggle as he plays with you. Want to terroize him by being a dinosaur? He can be convincing that he's actually scared of the big dinosaur that appeared in his living room. "I didn't mean to leave the window open enough for a scary dinosaur to come in!!"
Sam would be big on veggies and fruits, and if you like them he'd always pack them for you, but if they're yucky for you then he'll mix them into things so you don't have to taste them. "They're super good for you too!"
Would be more lenient with things like bedtime and screen time, but would incorporate it into other plays. Letting you choose to watch a cartoon and play with blocks, or letting you finish the last part of the movie going way past your bedtime.
He would write you silly letters or draw you pictures expressing his adoration for you. His best way of expressing his feelings has always been through vocalization and words, which means he loves to read his letters to you, or just praise you all day. "I'm so grateful that your my little one."
Doesn't exactly do punishments, more likely to let natural consequences do the job unless he has to intervene more. Small mistakes don't get a angry reaction, he just scoops you up, kisses your cheek a million times and helps you fix it. "Everyone spills milk sometimes, I've got you baby."
"Honey", "Darling", "Baby", "Prince/Princess/Royal" would be his absolute favorite nicknames for you, as well as throwing in many more that he can think of.
Would teach you whatever you want! Anything from the ABC'S to how silver affects the monsters outside, it's important for you to have the knowledge so your safe too. "Nono, baby that's a Wendigo that does that."
His preferred nickname would be "Papa" or "Bubba", but he'd absolutely be okay with "Dada" or any special nicknames you give him.
Castiel
I think Cas would understand so deeply that he'd be almost bursting with pride as your caregiver. He'd tell everyone he could that you trusted him that deeply, at the same time as guarding you with everything in him.
He'd likely watch cartoons with you, not because he understands them all too much, but because he loves to listen to you quote the shows over and over. "I may not understand why the mail song is so important, but they do truly love the 'Blues clue' show."
He always have his ears and eyes set on you. Whether on business or not, one call from you and he's in front of you, helping you pick up your toys and carrying you around like he was gone forever.
Very open about everything! He tends to have zero filter and will always explain why he did a action or why something happened. "We are out of cereal because you ate it all Hun. We'll go to the store tomorrow."
Would use "Hun", "Bud" "Bubba", and "Little one", very often! He's gotten better with nicknames over the years but he likes the simplicity in those.
Doesn't like to tell you much about his duties as a angel, but will always basque in how much you love his angel abilities. "No I cannot just snap the mess away." "Bu' your an angel!"
Would ask Sam and Dean how to best care for you when things happen he didn't understand, as well as having deep conversations with you to help understand you better.
Doesn't tend to regulate times or foods but will always make sure you have adequate sleep and a fully tummy. No matter what it is. "Missing nap time means early night. I will read to you."
Prefers to be called "Cas", "Bubba", and "Papa" but will accept practically any nickname. He adores when you add in anything your little imagination can think of.
Tends to always have you in his arms, keeping you tucked in his trench coat. His favorite thing is when you fall asleep on his shoulder, safely in his arms. "Shh. Dean. They are asleep. Do not disturb them."
Would rather watch you play or talk to you as you play than endulge in the imaginary play. Although he would supply you story ideas that he would read while with Sam and Dean.
Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean are around constantly and love to play with you! Cas enjoys when he sees you standing with Dean and Sam on the floor, pigtails, makeup, or whatever you could find smeared on them. "Bubba look! I gaves them makeover!"
All three!
Best caregivers in town! Whether it's all three or just two of them they all have the ability to make you laugh and feel safe.
The three would tend to tag team everything. Breakfast, playtime, snacks, chores, everything would be done in a way where you never were alone and had a caregiver with you at all times.
They would be the best to play with! Cas would supply stories you, Sam, and Dean have to reenact, or would read out the charades card for you all to try and see who can do the best with what's prompted. "Dean, I'm not exactly sure that's what a cow does." "Sure it is!"
Sam and Dean would tend to be your main two caregivers when there's a job/hunt. They always had things for you to do when in the impala, or when they needed you to stay safe and secure at a motel. Never letting you get too close to the danger.
Cas would always come back from whereever to make sure you were safe and sound, especially after a hunt. Needing to hug you and heal you if anything happened. "Papa I promis' I onlys got a paper cut tha's all!" "Let me heal it, I'm so glad your safe."
They all would be the softest caregivers, tending to let you have your way, but always with caution. They'd shower you in love and keep you happy. They love you, and it shows in everything they do for you.
So, I just read this and this story of your's and I'm physically unable to stop thinking about them..
Since they are both part of the same universe and connect to each other, I have questions and a request!!
The questions:
Does Sam know about Dean's Regression?
And if so, how did he found out & how did he take it?
Did he judge him/ acted weirded out at first, not understanding "what's the point", or did he understand it right away? (Personally I like option one, cuz it's realistic, but it can also be upsetting to read/ write)
Was he already familiar with the concept? Maybe because he regresses himself or had a partner that did?
Does he sometimes take care of little Dean & enjoys to be the "big brother"?
If he regresses himself, do Dean and him have playdates?
Weather he does already know or not, the request stays the same;
Tell us how he finds out & how he reacts!!
Please and thank you!! <3
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The second part is here!! I apologize for it taking so long but I really wanted to be 100% happy with it and I really am! It’s mostly told from Sam perspective because part 1 was mostly from Dean’s. I hope this chapter answered a bunch of the questions you had listed above! I can’t wait for you to read the second part! Please enjoy! Love you always @dino-boyo-agere (platonicly of course💞)
Protection from Heaven and Hell (Part 2)
Little! Dean Winchester & Caregiver!Castiel, with Little! Sam Winchester & Caregiver! ??
Tags - accidents, pull-ups, diapers, hurt/comfort, Sam is the oldest when regressed, protective older brother Sam, new family dynamic
TW - supernatural typical violence (kidnapping, killing) and mention of demons and ghost, mentions of hell, heaven and ghost
Nickname - Papa for ??, Dadee for Castiel, little moose, squirrel, little boy, ‘ammy, little squirrel.
Click here for Part 1! Other stories in my Supernatural series are: here and here :)
Sam started to wake up in bits and pieces. He blinked and whined. He didn’t want to wake up, he wanted to go back to sleep with his moose stuffie. Why was Papa waking him up? It just wasn’t fair!
But then everything started to hit him, the realization of what had happened. Memories stared to flowed back to him as began to wake up. What happened again?
Dean was distracting the older lady while he slipped away into the back area to see what was going on. There were weird ingredients, strange object and even blood. It has all the makings of a witch’s spot. But scariest of all, they had photos of Dean and Sam. They had been watching and following them.
Sam quickly realized this was a trap. He started to back up and turn to go find Dean when he ran into an older man. “Awww son, are you lost?”
The man blew a sort of dusty into Sam’s face before he had time to react. He cough and cough, then suddenly started regressing like crazy. No! No he couldn’t! He can’t regress now, he needed to get his brother and get out of there.
He pushed past the man but didn’t make it far. He could hear Dean calling for him in the distance but he couldn’t make it to him in time. He fell to the ground, the sound of Dean’s voice falling into the distance. His eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of his stuffie, of his Caregiver…
Sam pushed himself to open his eyes and wake up. Memories of what happened had his heart racing. What happened while they were asleep? What had the witches done to then?
He was in what looked like a basement. One of his wrist chained to the wall and the other was free.
Sam could feel himself still regressed. He felt anxious at the idea of being stuck in his headspace and in danger. He wasn’t thinking like a hunter, he was thinking like a little kid. He was scared of what that meant for him and his brother.
Speaking of his brother, he looked to Dean who laid unconscious across from him. Suddenly he felt felt an overwhelming need to protect his brother.
Dean slept peacefully across the room from Sam. One wrist chained similarly to his own, but with his free hand he had his thumb in his mouth as he slept.
This wasn’t the first time Sam had seen his brother doing this, the first was this morning before he left. He had figured it was just the way he was sleeping. But now…now he didn’t think he knew as much as he thought he did.
He never would’ve thought in a million years that Dean would ever understand his need for regression. It killed him not to tell his older brother who, in many respects, was like a Caregiver to him. But never would he have thought Dean would be a Regressor like himself!
Was it really possible?
He was hit with the same dust that made him regress and faint. And Dean…Dean must’ve been hit by the same thing. He had to be, he just had to!
If he is a Regressor, then Sam is definitely older headspace wise than him, if the thumb in his mouth is anything to go by.
Ha! Who’s the little brother now?
Plus thinking about it, Dean was being weird about his relationship with Cas…WAIT! Could Cas be his Caregiver too?!
The thought brought a small smile to Sam’s face. He wasn’t alone! Plus now he has a second Caregiver now to regress with too! And his Caregiver knows Castiel…but they don’t have the greatest of relationships to one another…
Now thinking about it…he wasn’t sure how good of a reveal it would be for Castiel to see Sam’s Caregiver.
Speaking of him, maybe he could get him and Dean out of this mess. He said only to call upon him if it was an absolute emergency. And it wasn’t an emergency yet…or at least Sam didn’t think it was…
Maybe he could impress Papa and get out of this without his help! Then he would be so proud that he was able to save his brother from the witches while the both of them are regressed!
Sam listened quietly to the sounds of the witches moving about upstairs. What were they planning? What did they want with two hunter?
Okay, okay, first thing first! They have to get out of these chains…somehow.
Sam started to look around the floor for anything he could find to break this lock. The basement was mostly empty. One set of stairs lead to the house, there was a washer and dryer, and there was a light coming from somewhere but it was out of view from him.
While Sam started looking around he heard Dean shift and whine in his sleep before relaxing once again. He lifted his head up and looked to his brother. Maybe he could help!
He was about to yell for Dean to wake up but that’s when he noticed Dean’s jeans getting darker and darker. Oh no.
Memories flashed back to when they were kid. John screaming at Dean about his bed wetting when no doubt he was the cause of it. Dean was always sadly plagued with nightmares which always resulted in wetting the bed. Now, with a regressed Dean, it must’ve came back to him.
Sam shifted himself. He didn’t have to go potty but he couldn’t tell most of the time. Usually he would just be playing and it would hit him out of no where that he would have to go. He really didn’t have control over it.
It happened again last night in the hotel room. Dean wasn’t taking super long but he really couldn’t hold it any longer so he rushed and pushed Dean out of the bathroom. Thankfully he didn’t wet his pants completely but he was close to it, too close.
He called his Caregiver the next day and he suggest going out and getting some pull-up…just incase. It wouldn’t hold a full accident but it would give him enough time to find a bathroom and go to one without fearing an accident. So Sam did, tucking his shirt in and hiding the padding under his suit pants for today case.
Now, in this gross and scary basement, thankfully his padding was still dry. But for how long? His heart started to pick up speed. Maybe Sam’s hero plan wasn’t so good after all. Sam pulled his arms against the chain. He was stuck. There was no way he was getting out of it.
Dean whined again getting Sam’s attention. He stretched his legs out and pulls his hand that was chained…but it didn’t move anywhere.
Suddenly Dean jumped awake, startled by a nightmare. He gasped and tried to catch his breath as tears fell from his eyes. He immediately spotted Sam, his eyes locking onto his. He went to stand up and go over to him when he pulled against his arm, locked to the wall.
He looked at the chain confused, but then he must’ve felt the cold wetness around him. He looked down and just froze. His lip trembling as he stared down at his accident. A sob escaped his lips.
Sam’s heart broke for him. Having had accidents himself, he knew what Dean must’ve been feeling. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay Dean! It’s alright! You didn’t know.” He tried to say.
Dean lifted his red rimmed eyes and shook his head, “It-It isn’t okay! I….I didn’t mean to…It’s not what it looks like Sam! I swear it isn’t!” He started to yell.
Sam right away shushed his brother, both out of fear of being heard and out of genuine worry. “It’s okay! I promise it’s all okay. Just an accident right?”
“Yeah,” Dean said in a voice so small and broken, “They…They must’ve done something to me that did it.” He tried to argue.
Sam was not about to disagree and debate that in this dark and dangerous basement. Right now they needed a plan and they needed to work together.
“Totally, yeah, now listen Dean. I have a plan. The witches are still upstairs which is good for us. We gotta find a way to get out of these chains and out of this basement before they come down here. Now what do you see from your side of the room?”
Dean looked at his brother intently as he explained everything. He looked around but didn’t see much of anything. “There’s a…a bucket…a table…a hook on the wall…a door…”
“The door! Tell me about the door!”
“It has some stairs going up to it, a railing to hold on to. Oh! And it has a window on the door.”
That’s where the light was coming from! “What does it look like through the window?”
“It looks like the outside.”
“Great Dean! That’s going to be our escape door!” Sam smiled. Dean smiled too, happy to be helping.
“Now all we need is to find a way to get out of these chains. Do you see anything around you on the ground that would pick a lock?”
Dean looked around on the ground, but he shook his head after a while. Suddenly upstairs there was a loud bang that made the two jump. Dean looked at Sam worried.
“ ‘ammy?” He asked his brother with the plan.
“It’s okay, I’m sure it’s just-.”
The opposite door swung open and the two witches entered, walking down the stairs to the basement. Both of the Winchesters backed up with their back against the wall, trying to put as much distance between them.
Both of the witches entered the room, big grins on their faces. The two entered the basement wearing outfits straight out of the 1950’s. When they saw the two boys, they gave one big awwwww!
“Good morning my sweet boys.” The woman said with a pleasant chipper voice. “I’m sorry to have to keep you down here all chained up and such. But until we can trust you, this is the way it will have to be.”
“What do you want with us?” Sam said, trying to sound big and brave and not at all worried.
“Son, we just want a family of our own. And you boys are just the perfect two Littles anyone could ask for.” The man explained.
Sam and Dean immediately locked eyes with one another. They both had the same expression. They’re “big” secret reveal to the other. But wait, why was the other one just as shocked? Holy shit.
They share a look of both shock and a small bit of relief. Their “big” secret didn’t feel they big in the moment. But now wasn’t the time to go “HA! I knew it!” Or “You’re a Little too?!” Now was the time to get the hell out of there!
“What? Haven’t you ever heard of adoption?” Now Sam was confused.
“Yeah!” Dean added helping his brother out.
“Of course we have!” The woman snapped back. Sam and Dean jumped to the sudden yelling. The woman right away noticed this and tried to cool herself down again.
“You see, we tried every route to have a perfect family of our own but it just didn’t work. Till finally we came across this beautiful community of people online who regressed into the perfect Little children. Then we thought to ourselves how perfect it would be to find someone like this!” The man began to explain.
“So I created a simple yet effective dust that would cause any person to start regressing. But instead…people started dying. Unfortunately really. Some ended up in the hospital, others like that bickering couple ended up dead. But oh they would’ve been lovely Littles.” The woman recalled.
“We thought our chances were over until we met you boys. Two regressors without even needing a thing of that dust!”
“I spotted you boys in the library. You could barley keep your eyes open as you researched away.” The woman giggled.
“And I followed Sammy here to the grocery store where you bought the pull-ups. Poor boy is old enough to not need a bottle or diapers but not too old enough to out grow accidents. Am I right?” The man said, in a sort of chipper attitude as if he was talking about Sam like he was some little toddler who didn’t know any better.
Tears stung Sam eyes as he tried not to let the confession bother him. “I did not!” He yelled. But he just sounded more Little by the second with a classic response like that.
“Yeah he did not! And we’re not Littles!” Dean yelled after seeing the man upset his brother. Didn’t matter to him whether it was true or not. It only matter that he upset his brother.
“Awwww. I’m sorry dear but I know you boys are. You see, if you weren’t my dust would’ve put you both in comas or six feet under. But instead it worked perfectly. You immediately started to regress then fall into a deep sleep.”
She started to step towards Dean as the man started to step towards Sam. Dean crossed his legs and hoped she couldn’t notice the accident. But sadly that’s exactly what she did.
“See? My dust has been working brilliantly on you boys. Did my poor baby have an accident while he was sleep?”
Dean shook his head as test began to fall from his eyes. “No! No! You did this!”
“Sweet pea my dust only brings out your own regression. You must be so young aren’t you?”
Sam watched as Dean shook his head when she went to wipe his tears away. But he had his own issues. The man kneeled down beside him now and began touching his hair. Sam jumped and tried to push him away with his unchained arm.
“Your hair is much too long for someone as young as you. We’re definitely going to have to cut it.” He said with a stupid 50’s mentality of short hair being best.
Sam shook his head, “No! It’s my hair!” He yelled. But the man just shook his head back at Sam.
Before Sam could yell something else out he felt a sudden warmth. Suddenly his pull-up started to leak, darkening his pants. When did he start going? He didn’t even have to a minute ago?
Now it was Sam’s turn for tears. The man started saying something to him but he just zoned out. Too upset, too Little to really be concerned.
He looked to his brother who was just as miserable and uncomfortable as he was at the moment. They had to get out of there and there was no way they were going to be able to do it regressed. There one only one person Sam wanted more than anyone in this world, one person who could make this right…
“PAPA!!” He yelled, “PAPA HELP!” He cried out.
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There was no wings, no sound as all. But suddenly a man just appeared in the basement with the four of them. Sam looked up as Crowley grabbed the man kneeling in front of him. He stood him up before stabbing him square in the chest.
Dean copied off of Sam when he heard him call out for help, “Cas! Dadee! Help!” Dean cried, lowering his head as fresh tears started to fall.
This time there was a faint sound of wings when Castiel arrived. He grabbed the woman, spun her around and stabbed her with his Angel blade.
With the two witches dead the boys were finally safe, and with their safety came the sudden realization of a few new things.
Castiel took in the scene and marched over to Crowley, putting his Angel blade to his throat, “You did this! You tried to kill them!” After all whose mother was a witch? Crowley’s mom Rowena. It made perfect sense.
But before Crowley could even mutter two words of an explanation Sam screamed out for him. “NO! CAS! HE’S MY PAPA!! Papa! Help! Please!” Sam continued to cry.
Castiel paused for a moment hand still gripped onto Crowley’s jacket collar. He looked from Sam to Crowley before it clicked in. Wait, Sam is a Regressor like his little boy?
Crowley just rolled his eyes, “Can I go see my boy or are you still planning on stabbing me?” He asked with his usual sarcasm.
Castiel lowered his Angel blade and allowed Crowley to go see Sam, after all he had his own Little to worry about right now anyway. “Grab Sam and I’ll bring us all back to the Bunker.”
“Can I get pass the warding?”
“You should if I bring you.” Cas said matter of fact like usual. Crowley rolled his eyes to the Angel before turning back to Sam.
Crowley was a hard person to hurt, but his heart broke when he saw his Little. Tears streamed down his face, his pant were slightly wet, and his wrist that was chained was red and worn from pulling on it. One hand reached out desperately for him.
“My little moose,” he said with a sigh. He hated seeing his boy so upset. He snapped his fingers and the chain around his wrist disappeared.
“Papa!” Sam couldn’t help the tears that kept flowing down from his eyes. He immediately stood up once freed and hugged his Caregiver tightly.
“It’s okay, you’re okay Sam. I’ve got you, I’m here.” He said as he swayed Sam who was holding onto him for dear life.
They’ve learned over the last couple of months of being Caregiver and Little how Crowley could perfectly hug Sam’s 6’4” self with his Little’s head resting on his shoulder.
“I tried Papa…tried to be big…” Sam lifted his head and used the back of his sleeve to wipe his tears away. “But the witches did something to Dean and I. It made us regress and we can’t…unregress.”
But speaking of his brother…
Sam looked over to see Dean in a similar state to himself. He hid his face in Castiel’s shoulder, holding onto the Angel like his life depended on it.
“That’s alright. I’m sure Cas can undo the spell or whatever they did to you and your brother. If not we can always call Grandma. I’m sure she’d be happy to help her favorite grandchild.” Crowley smirked causing Sam’s spirits to lighten slightly.
“I’m her only grandchild.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re not her favorite!”
Sam shook his head and tried to hide the small smile on his face. Papa was so silly sometimes. Even in the worst of situations he always made Sam feel better.
Crowley took Sam hand before walking over Cas and Dean. Dean was holding onto Castiel’s arms. His eyes were casted downward, but occasionally he would look between his brother and Crowley.
“Ready?” Cas asked. Crowley looked to Sam to make sure he was okay before he nodded to Cas.
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In the blink of an eye all four were back in the bunker, safe and sound.
“Cas,” Crowley stopped him. “This isn’t their normal regression. The boys were poison with some sort of dust they made them regress.”
Castiel looked at Crowley confused. His eyes shifted back to Dean who confirmed what he was saying with a silent nod.
“Can’t you do some of your Angel magic and get it out of the boys?”
“I don’t know if it will work but it’s worth a try.”
Castiel places a hand on Dean then on Sam. The boys looked at each other worried before Castiel’s hands started to glow. Suddenly the two started cough and out came the witch’s dust they inhaled.
“There you are, better?” Cas asked Dean who just nodded.
“How do you feel?” Crowley asked Sam.
“I feel…better. Not overwhelmingly regressed anymore but…not too big either.” He sheepishly said.
Crowley hummed as he took in his boy. He definitely needed a change and some comfort before anything else was to be done.
“Cassie? I’m going to take my boy to get change.” Crowley announced making Sam blush.
“Don’t be too long. I want to talk to you about all this.” Cas replied with a glare.
Again Crowley just rolled his eyes before taking Sam hand in his own, “Why don’t you show me to your room?”
Sam nodded and led the way down the halls of the bunker to his room. Crowley had never been in the bunker before this, with the heavy amount of warding and the secrecy. So he was a bit curious to his little ones room.
Sam opened the door and led Crowley into his room. Inside his bag from the hotel had magically appeared (probably thanks to Castiel) along with all his supplies. But other than that you would never guess he was a Regressor at all.
Crowley stood my the door and admired the room. It was a bit plain but then again Sam, like Dean, had been hiding his regression. But now with Dean also being a regressor maybe there was a chance for the both of them to be more open about it now.
Sam didn’t really say a word, he just grabbed a box under his bed and pulled his moose stuffie from inside it. He brought the moose close and just hugged it. With a shuttered breath in and out, he looked up at Crowley with tears in his eyes.
It was as if everything was starting to hit him now that he was back in the safety of his own room with his stuffie and his Papa.
“There, there my little moose. It’s all over now. You’re safe with Papa.”
Crowley crossed the room and sat on his bed. He held Sam’s hand and urged him to sit down beside him. But Sam just shook his head no.
“I wasn’t good Papa.”
“Darling, you were no such thing.”
“No! I was bad! I didn’t save Dean! I had an accident! And I couldn’t even get my hand free. I’m bad. Bad hunter and a bad brother.” Sam cried.
Crowley leaned forward and took one of Sam’s hand into his own. “Sam, I want you to look at me for a moment darling.”
After a moment Sam lifted his tear stained eyes to meet Crowley’s.
“None of this is your fault. You did not plan on getting kidnapped, you did not plan on having an accident and you did not plan on Dean getting involved in all of this either. Everything that happened today was out of your control and isn’t your fault.”
His words started to sink into Sam, who was starting to process it all. After another moment Sam spoke up again, “But…now Dean knows.”
“Yes…but you also know about his regression as well. Which I’ve always saw coming.”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did, clear as day. But the point is, you boy aren’t so different as you think you are from one another. You’re both in the same boat and you both know that boat well. Maybe in some strange way, this was all meant to be.”
Now that, that really started to hit Sam. Maybe it was meant to be. He was so tired of hiding, maybe this was the opportunity for the two to Regress in peace and maybe even regress with one another.
“Now, I say we get you change, have a little cuddle and then go see Cas and Dean. I’m sure Dean is just as worried about you as you are about him.”
Sam nodded and followed as Crowley helped him to the bathroom to get changed. But all that kept playing in his head was what he was going to say to his brother.
~~~
Hand in hand Crowley and Sam walked back to the main part of the bunker. Sam, now I’m a plaid shirt, some pajama pants and another pull up, looked around anxiously for his brother. But when they arrived there was no one around.
“Wow,” Crowley said sarcastically, “So much for hurry up because ‘I want to talk to you about all this!’ ” Crowley said trying to do his best Castiel impression towards the end.
“I do want to talk to you about all this.” Castiel appeared with Dean at his side, now changed into some plaid and pjs as well. “I don’t believe you didn’t have a part in this.”
“Well you’re going to be very shocked.” Crowley said with his usual sarcasm.
Crowley looked to Sam who was fidgeting nervously, “You going to be okay for a minute while I talk to Cas?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah of course. I just…I really want to talk to Dean.”
Crowley looked at Sam unsure but understood that he needed this time with his brother alone, and he respected that.
“Alright,” He patted his back.
Castiel looked to Dean, “If you need me just call okay?” He said to Dean getting a small nod.
After that Castiel and Crowley walked down the hallway of the bunker to go talk, leaving Dean and Sam alone together.
~~~
Sam had it all planned out in his head. He had this long winded speech he was going to say to Dean explaining everything that happened and about his regression and more.
“Dean, so you see-.”
But he didn’t even get more than four words in before his brother crossed the room and hugged him tightly. Sam, for a moment, just froze. The hug was unexpected but not unwelcomed.
Sam wrapped his arms around him and hugged his brother back. For a moment the two just stayed like that, hugging one another tightly.
After a moment Dean spoke up, “I’m so sorry Sammy.”
Sam shook his head, still hugging his brother tightly, “There’s nothing to apologize for. Neither one of us did anything wrong.” He said taking Crowley’s advice.
The two broke apart from their hug, and when they did they weren’t the adult badass hunters they always portrayed themselves to be. In this moment they were just two Littles. Not quite regressed but very vulnerable still.
“Let’s have a seat and talk about all this.” Dean joked, waving his hand in front of the two of them. Sam chuckled and followed his lead, sitting at one of the table across from his brother.
“So…um…when did you start…or I mean when did you-.”
“Right after you left for college.” Dean quickly explained. “I didn’t really have a name for it back then. All I knew was that nothing else but this was helping. No amount of alcohol, sex or anything could calm me down like regression could.”
“Yeah, same here.” Sam nodded among.
“Really?”
“Yeah I started when I was in college. Jess is actually the one who suggested it to me. I regressed with her whenever I was stressed out from finals or whatever. Then after you came back I sort of put regression on hold.”
“Yeah, I’ve been putting it on hold too. I never had anyone to look after me whenever I did regress. But eventually Cas talked to me about it.” Dean’s face started to turn red with a slight blush. “So I regress with him. He’s my Caregiver.” Dean said a bit shy.
“Yeah, I figured.” Sam sat back with a smirk.
“Hey!” Dean laughed back, “What about you? You really regress with Crowley? Really? Crowley?” Dean looked confused.
“Yeah,” now it was Sam’s turn blush. “It’s actually a funny story. You remember when I went on that hunt a while back? You stayed back in the bunker and I went solo.”
“Yeah I remember.”
“It wasn’t a ghost issue, it was a demon issue. Crowley was involved with it which I didn’t know at the time. To make a long story short since I was alone and badly hurt. One of them grabbed me and hit my head against the wall. I saw stars. Just before I passed out I saw Crowley and a separate group of demons start attacking the ones that hurt me. Next thing I know I woke up in hell.”
“In hell?! Why did you tell me about all of this?!!”
“Because I didn’t want you to know about my regression and there was no real way of telling the story without it.” Sam explained.
Before Dean could protest, Sam continued on, “When I woke up in hell I was in some sort of mansion type section. It was Crowley’s home in hell. The only problem? I woke up regressed. Crowley took care of me. He was confused at first but then he sort of figured it out. He wasn’t the way he normal is…he was kinder, gentle. If I wasn’t there I wouldn’t have believed it myself.”
“But the point is,” Sam continued, “I haven’t felt truly safe and comfortable like that in a long time. After I came out of my regression I was angry and shy about the whole thing. But instead of making fun of me or telling everyone about it, he was just as kind as he was to…little me. So I became his Little, going on “solo hunts” which were really just excuse to go and see him and Rowena.”
Dean smiled, “Rowena too?”
“Yeah surprisingly her too. She really like to take care of me. I’m sure she’d love you too.” Sam smiled as well.
“I’m happy for you Sammy. You deserve someone who will take good care of you.”
“Thanks. You deserve that too Dean. After all you need much more care than me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean crossed his arms. It was becoming evident that the two weren’t as big was they were a moment prior.
“You’re much younger than me headspace wise. So now I’m the older brother.”
“Nu un!”
“Yeah un!”
“How am I younger than you? You have accidents just like I do!”
“For starters I wear pull-ups. Do you?” Sam asked but Dean didn’t answer, he just turned his head away as a blush creeped onto his face.
“And second of all I don’t suck my thumb. So that makes me the oldest! So…I’ll watch out for you just like you always did for me.”
Dean looked back over to his brother with a hopeful expression, “You don’t have to-.”
“No no no, I want to. I’ve always wanted to but you’ve always looked out for me. Now I get the opportunity to look out for you.” Sam smiled again.
“But also you have to do what I say because I’m the oldest.” Sam quickly said.
Dean rolled his eyes, “That’s not how it works.”
“That’s definitely how it works.”
“What if I don’t listen?”
“Then I’ll tell Castiel.” Sam crossed his arms.
Dean gasped, “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me baby bro.” Sam smirked.
“That’s cruel…even for you.” Dean chuckled.
“So umm…” Dean began to say, “Do you have any toys or a stuffie or…”
“Yeah! Yeah, Papa got me this moose stuffie and it’s my favorite! Mabel goes with me everywhere!” Sam stood up and Dean followed.
“I have a stuffie too! Actually I have two because they’re married dogs. Ones name is Ozzie and the others name is Sharon.”
“That’s so awesome! We gotta introduce them to one another!”
“Yeah! Let’s go!”
And so the two Littles took off down the hallway of the bunker towards their respective rooms.
~~~
“Whether you like it or not it’s the truth Cassie. Promise. Sam is my Little and has been for months now. If I wanted to harm the boy I would’ve had the opportunity to do it plenty of times but I would never. I know this might be a shock to you, but I actually care about him a lot, both regressed and not regressed.”
Castiel nodded his head, finally able to see past the cockiness Crowley usually retained.
“And since your little squirrel is a Little too, that makes us co-parents to the Winchesters.” Crowley smirked. Castiel rolled his eyes.
“How old is Sam’s headspace?” Castiel asked.
“Oh he’s somewhere between…” Crowley started to trail off.
“Somewhere between?” Castiel looked at Crowley confused to why he was trailing off.
“Well he’s older than Dean but not by much,” Crowley started to say but he trailed off again, his mind was elsewhere.
“Listen.”
Castiel paused for a moment and listened but he was silent. “Listen to what?”
“Exactly. Two Littles were talking to one another and now they’re both silent?” Crowley raised an eye brow.
The two sat for a moment and listened to the silence before they both, in unison, jumped up from where they were sitting in the kitchen and rushed to the main part of the bunker to see where their Littles were.
But as they past Dean’s room, Castiel grabbed Crowley’s arm and stopped him in his tracks. Without saying a word the two Caregiver just watched. Both leaning into the room with a big smirk on their faces as they watched Sam and Dean on the floor playing with hot wheel cars together.
There was definitely going to be an adjustment period, not only for the Caregivers but for the Littles too. But, in the end, it’s all worth it. The Winchesters never had a peaceful childhood. But now was their chance to start again.
