Title: Betelgeuse
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22441075
Square Filled: 04 mirror sex
Ship: wincest
Rating: explicit
Tags: spn 10x12, de-aged dean, size kink, mirror sex, bottom!dean, top!sam
Word Count: 2.8 k
Summary: The hex bag never burned.
Created for @spnkinkbingo.
Insp. (HERE): “Deaged dean following cas everywhere, not wanting to do anything if cas isn't there, always running after him and gripping the back of his trench coat "cas don't leave!!" even if cas was just going to his room and coming back in less than a minute and sam watches them wondering if this is just a normal thing for a little kid to do or if this just dean's deep fear of losing cas emerging.”
- Inspired by Tumblr Post (Above) by @bend-me-shape-me. Fic requested by @ladystiltskin67 , @blazeeblake , @tinyteacupsfan , @joham-fate , @corvus-chick , @transparentparadisglitterzombie
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Clingy but Cute
When the dust settles, Sam pushes to his feet and cradles his injured wrist to his chest. He scans the area, eyes flitting over Castiel who is currently brushing off his trench coat, and the now dead witch lying on the ground, before falling on a small bundled up figure in what seems to be Dean's flannel.
"Dean?" Sam asks in a brittle voice.
The ball of flannel squeaks before tilting his face up to look at the very tall Sammy in front of him. Wide green eyes full of fear and confusion study Sam for a moment. Then Dean's pushing out his little bottom lip into an adorable pout, tiny freckled nose wrinkling.
"Wait," Castiel says slowly, pointing at Dean with an eyebrow raised. "You're saying that's Dean?"
"Pretty damn sure. Witch must have gotten a curse in before we ganked her."
As Sam talks, he gestures to the dead witch just a foot or two away. Dean looks over in that direction and releases a distressed cry, his little body beginning to tremble as he stares at the bloody witch that still has an angel blade sticking out of her.
"Do you think he understands what's happening?" Castiel asks in concern.
"Considering he's the one who put that blade in her, and the way he's now reacting, I'm thinking not."
Castiel looks down at Dean, anxious blue eyes scanning the tiny human. "We have to get him somewhere safe. Back to the bunker. Maybe Rowena will know what to do."
"Yeah. Good plan," Sam says, feeling a little better now. "Okay, Dean. Let's go for a ride in the car!"
Dean whimpers as Sam moves closer to him, eyebrows pulling in. He glances over at Castiel before deciding he's the safer option. It takes a lot of work to get to the angel, since Dean has to climb out of the grown-up jeans his stubby legs are trapped in, but then he's running across the open area, butt naked other than the baggy flannel sliding off one of his shoulders. He throws his arms up the second he's in reaching distance to Castiel, silently commanding the angel to pick him up. When Castiel doesn't get the memo, Dean shuffles closer and tugs on his trench coat, then lifts his arms again while making grabby hands. "Up, up! Dean go up!"
Heart melting, Castiel squats down and scoops the boy up. He cradles Dean to his chest and rearranges the flannel so Dean is mostly covered, knowing the boy could catch a cold if he went outside unprotected.
"I don't know why he's afraid of me," Sam mumbles as they walk out of the warehouse and toward the Impala.
“Well, you’re rather large,” Castiel points out. “And we do share a more-”
“Profound bond,” Sam finishes with an eye roll. “Yes. I’m aware.”
Smiling to himself, Castiel tightens his hold on Dean and kisses the top of his head. Sam can be crabby all he wants. Dean is damn adorable. And it’s not like this will be permanent. It’s probably a simple fix. So, Castiel is going to enjoy himself. He’s going to monopolize on all of the Dean cuddles and warm and fuzzies, making the boy feel loved and cared for until it’s time for him to get thrust back in the adult body that’s weighed down with far too much responsibility.
----
Dean sits in the man who was carrying him’s lap with his tiny fingers curled around the lip of the Impala door, pressing his nose to the window as he stares out at the road. He can vaguely remember these two men that have him. He’s related to them, he thinks. The big one is familiar and makes him feel less out of place right now, though his size is a little too intimidating for Dean’s liking. The other one in the soft coat is familiar as well, but in a different way. He makes Dean feel safe. At peace. Dean has this overwhelming urge to cling to him and hug him at all times.
Like right now.
Dean turns away from the window and lurches forward without warning, wrapping his little arms around the one in the coat’s neck. He nuzzles his nose against the warm skin there, giggling when the scritchy scratchy stuff on the man’s chin tickles him.
Knowing they have names - and sensing them on the tip of his tongue - Dean pulls back and pouts. He boops Castiel on the nose and tilts his head in question. “Who you?”
“I’m Castiel. Do you remember me?”
“Cas!” Dean nods enthusiastically. Yes. He remembers Cas. Cas is silly. Cas makes him laugh. “Cas!”
Castiel smiles softly. “Yes, Dean. Cas. Good job.”
Dean turns to look at the big man, pointing a little finger. Before he can ask, Castiel says, “That’s Sam. Your brother. Do you remember Sam?”
“Sammy! Sammy!” He remembers Sammy too. His brother. Dean takes care of Sammy. Protects him. At least… he used to. Dean leans over and pats a chubby hand on Sam’s shoulder. “My Sammy.”
This makes Sam grin wide. He glances over at Dean before looking back at the road. “Yeah, Dean. Your Sammy.”
Pleased that this has been settled, Dean rearranges himself in Castiel’s lap and presses his nose back against the window. They’re pulling into a driveway now. It’s bumpy and he doesn’t like it. He whines to show his distress. Just seconds later, he’s being jostled and sent flying. He lands hard on his bum, right against Castiel’s knee. He hiccups, right on the verge of tears, but Castiel pulls him in for a big hug and cradles the back of his head.
“You’re okay, Dean. It’s just a few bumps. Then we’ll be home.”
“Home,” Dean repeats. Then he perks up. “Bunker!”
“Yeah, you’re right! The bunker. Good job.”
Dean smiles, very proud of himself. He holds tight to the collar of Castiel’s soft jacket as he’s carried out of the car and into their home. There are hazy memories coming to him as they walk through the bunker, but he can’t quite grasp any of them. It gives him a bad feeling in his tummy, but clinging tight to Castiel helps.
As long as Castiel stays nearby, Dean will be just fine.
If he tries to leave, though… they’re gonna have issues.
----
Dean won’t leave poor Castiel alone. Sam would find it funny if he didn’t find it so sad at the same time. It could just be Dean acting like a kid, but he doesn’t act that way with Sam. That makes Sam think it’s something more. He has a feeling that Dean’s deep-seated feelings toward Castiel, and his hidden fear that he’ll lose Castiel, are making their way to his tiny surface now that his defenses are lowered.
Just as Dean’s chicken nuggets are placed in front of him, as well as a make-shift sippy cup of juice, Castiel excuses himself for a phone call. Dean freezes mid-bite. Like, literally, chicken nugget in his mouth, teeth about to clamp down, mid-bite. Very slowly, he places it back on the plate and crinkles his eyebrows.
He puts a hand out toward Castiel, opening and closing it. “Uh?”
“He’ll be right back, Dean.”
“Cas!” Dean yells, ignoring Sam. “Cas, come back!”
“Dean, he’s talking on the phone. He’ll be right back.”
Shooting Sam a very - very - dirty look, Dean tilts his head back and yells, “Cas!”
Castiel comes jogging back into the room, eyebrows raised in alarm. When he sees that everything is fine, he looks at Sam in question. Sam shrugs. “He was not impressed with you leaving.”
“Oh.” Castiel turns back to Dean, seeing that the boy actually had some tears building in his eyes. “Dean, I would have been right back. I’m not leaving. I promise.”
“Cas stay!” Dean orders, pointing a finger at the chair Castiel had been sitting in a minute ago. Fighting a smile, Cas does as told.
Dean tentatively begins eating again. As he chews each bite, he stares Castiel down, daring the angel to move.
Thoroughly entertained by the toddler’s attitude, Castiel and Sam go back to reading the books they found on curses and hexes. The two of them keep exchanging looks throughout Dean’s meal, smirking in amusement.
----
It stops being entertaining after a few hours. Dean - who is still wearing nothing but his oversized flannel because he won’t let them change him into anything else - pads around barefoot, following Castiel everywhere he goes. If Castiel is standing still, he stands right beside him. He doesn’t even get bored. Most toddlers would find standing beside a grown up while they read a newspaper spread across the counter top boring, but not Dean. He stands patiently, staring at nothing. If there’s a distraction, like Sam talking to Dean or a sudden noise that startles him, Dean’s hand automatically goes to Castiel’s trench coat, clinging to him so he can’t run away while Dean’s not paying attention.
He follows Castiel to the library. To the kitchen. To the living room. To his bedroom. To the library. To his bedroom. To the living room. To the bathroom.
And so on and so on.
Every time they go on the move, Dean talks his ear off.
“Where we goin’, Cas?”
“Why?”
“But why?”
“Why, Cas?”
“Where we goin’ now, Cas?”
“Why?”
“What’s that smell, Cas?”
“What’s that?”
“Well, why it smells like that, Cas?”
“Why I no come in the potty with you, Cas?”
“What’s p-pa-paria-va- cy, Cas?”
“But... why, Cas?”
And so on and so on.
Finally, Sam comes back from the store with some toys. Castiel takes Dean by the tiny hand and leads him into the living room. They sit on the rug with Sam, the three of them sitting criss-cross together. Sam bought Dean some Mega-Blocks to play with. They decide to build a castle, which turns out to be Sam and Castiel building a castle, while Dean plays dragon and knocks it down every few minutes.
This is enough of a distraction that Castiel takes a chance, trying to slip away undetected to call Rowena back for more information on the hex placed on Dean. He makes it three steps - not even out of the living room - before Dean is scrambling to his feet, blocks flying in every direction as he goes running after Castiel.
“Cas, don’t leave!” he chirps, trying to catch up to him. “Cas, don’t leave!”
He gets a tight grip on Castiel’s trench coat and exhales in relief.
"He's quite the clingy little thing, isn't he?" Sam says with an amused smirk.
"
Yeah." Castiel rests a hand on Dean's little head and strokes his hair, smiling when it makes the boy relax. "Clingy but cute."
----
Castiel ends up sleeping with a miniature Dean in his bed that night, all curled up in his worn flannel, freckled nose twitching as he rests. He wakes up twice, both times because of a bad dream he had in which Castiel abandoned him. Castiel handles these nightmares by scooping Dean up and holding him close, promising the boy over and over that he isn’t going anywhere, that Dean is safe, and that everything is okay, until Dean falls back asleep.
The next day is more of the same. Dean has learned his lesson, and now knows it’s best if he stays in Castiel’s arms or on his lap as often as possible. This way, he doesn’t have to worry about chasing him around.
Castiel doesn’t fight it anymore. Sam takes over any communication with Rowena, handling everything himself while Castiel spends his day catering to a very bossy little Dean. Because now that Dean has figured out how to keep Castiel with him at all times, he’s moved on to his next level of needs: getting everything else he wants.
As much as Castiel loves Dean - big and small - and as much as he’s enjoying the cuddles and love he’s getting from the little guy, Castiel thinks if he never goes another day watching Scooby Doo, eating finger-foods, building the same exact castle repeatedly just to see it knocked down, getting a hot-wheel car driven along his body, and peeing with a tiny Dean right on the other side of the door, face pressed up against it as he asks every few seconds, “You still there, Cas?” it’ll be too soon.
That said, he’s pretty bummed when Rowena shows up with the cure. They put Dean on the kitchen table, where he sits right on the edge, stubby little bow-legs swinging anxiously. He keeps his tight hold on Castiel’s jacket, flinching every time someone touches him. It takes a lot of convincing and promising from Castiel that everything will be okay for Dean to cooperate with the spell.
Then, with just a few chanted words and a poof of smoke, a full-sized Dean is sitting on the kitchen table. The first thing adult-Dean does is look at Castiel with wide eyes and smile. The second thing is to grimace and say, “Son of a bitch,” as he realizes he’s naked from the waist down. He catapults off the table and rushes down the hall, yelling over his shoulder, “Grabbing some clothes. Thanks for the save, Rowena!”
When they ask Dean if he remembers the time he spent being little, he shrugs in typical Dean fashion and says a simple, “Yup. Thanks for dealing with me,” before changing the topic. For the rest of the night, they act normal. Other than the blocks still on the floor, there’s no evidence there was ever a toddler in the bunker at all.
----
Dean’s laying on his back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he replays the last two days. He startles when he hears a soft knock on his open door. When he looks over to find Castiel standing in the doorway, he sits up on the bed and gives him a smile.
“Hey, Cas.”
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel walks in before taking a seat beside Dean on the bed. Dean gets a momentary flash of the night before, when they had slept holding each other. It was so nice waking up from the nightmares to a warm, comforting Cas.
Dean’s going to miss Castiel. Sure, Castiel isn’t going anywhere, but the rules are different now. He’s an adult. The past two days with Castiel, clinging to him, feeling safe every time he looks up to find Castiel right there, every time Castiel gave him a hug or a kiss on the top of his head, that’s the happiest Dean’s been in a long time. That’s the part of Castiel Dean will miss, just like Dean’s going to miss the part of himself that was willing to ask for that love.
“Can’t fall asleep?” Castiel asks softly, placing a hand on Dean’s knee.
Staring at the hand on his leg, Dean admits, “I know it was only two days, but I sorta got used to being with y - someone. It’s lonely in here, I guess.”
“Mmm. Yes. I suppose it is.”
“I’ll get used to it.”
“You could. But you don’t have to.”
“What do you mean?”
Castiel smiles at him, but it’s tight. Hesitant. “I could stay the night in here. Keep you company.”
“No!” Dean practically shouts the word, too afraid to think of saying yes. Too afraid to consider what it would mean to have Castiel in the bed next to him. To admit that he needs the man on a subatomic level. To admit that his greatest fear isn’t dying bloody, it’s not even losing Sammy. His greatest fear is spending his life without Castiel by his side.
“I’ll leave you be, then, Dean. I’ll be in my room if you need me at all.”
Dean watches Castiel go, his trench coat billowing with each step. It’s just as Castiel reaches the threshold of the room that Dean realizes how stupid he’s being, how stupid he’s been, and gives into his natural instinct.
“Cas, don’t leave!”
Castiel turns slowly, giving Dean a smile. He closes the door and turns the lights off, using the glow of Dean’s dim lamp to get back to Dean’s bed. As he slips his shoes off, Dean reaches out to grab a fistful of his coat. He looks up at Castiel shyly, but says nothing. Castiel doesn’t say anything either. There’s no need. They both just know.
They’ve always known.
This has been a long time coming. They’re meant to spend their lives side by side. If it took a witch’s hex and some excessive block building to get there, then so be it.
They fall asleep easily that night, Castiel cradling Dean to his chest, and Dean keeping a tight grip on Castiel’s coat. At one point, Dean stirs in his sleep, the nightmare he’s experiencing making him whimper out a little, “Cas, don’t leave!”
Castiel holds Dean tighter and holds him through the dream, reminding him just like when he was a toddler, “I’m not going anywhere, Dean. I promise.”
Summary: While cleaning one of the men of letters bunkers Dean finds a very weird snow globe and makes the mistake of shaking it.
Word Count: 815
Sam, Dean and Castiel were in one of the men of letter bunkers out of Kansas going through the stuff that had been collected throughout the decades.
While Sam was going through the books and looking for something that might be helpful in the long run, Dean and Cas looked through the stuff that was in the men of letters storage rooms, seeing if they were in any way usable or maybe dangerous.
“There’s so much rubbish in here. You can’t tell me all of this is magical. I mean what’s this thing for?” Dean asked and raised an eyebrow picking up a small snow globe and glancing at it. Inside the glass ball there was a small child looking up at a snowy forest.
“I mean… this is just cheesy decoration, isn’t it?”
“I can pick up some magic… but this whole room feels pretty magical so it might not come from this.”
“Yes, see?” Dean said and shook the globe a little. The little kid and the scenery in there got covered in fake snow flakes, Dean stared at it.
Was the kid cold? He only wore a small jacket and a weird newspaper boy hat. Dean wasn’t sure why he worried about the little boy in the globe but… huh… he was suddenly getting a little cold himself.
“Dean?”
He looked up blinking and saw that Cas was watching him closely. “Yeah?”
“You’ve been staring at this thing for a while, are you alright?”
“Yes, sure,” he said and blinked a little smiling to reassure Cas.
Cas takes the globe out of his hand and looks at it. “I don’t think you should look at this for too long,” he said as he put it back on the shelf.
“Okay,” Dean said and nodded. “You’re probably right. Let’s keep going.”
They spent all afternoon going through the boxes and searching for things that might be dangerous.
Dean couldn’t shake the feeling of being cold though even when he was back in Baby and able to turn the heating he had just fixed up.
Sam watched with an eyebrow raised. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”
“No, don’t think so,” Dean said trying to concentrate on the road. “It just wasn’t as well heated in those dumb storage rooms as in your library, so let me have some warmth.”
Sam shrugged. “Whatever, Dean.”
Dean nodded his head and concentrated on the road again. He was looking forward to be in his warm bed now.
Once they were at the motel Dean went to bed at an unusually early time curling up under the blanket still feeling kind of cold.
Sam of course took that for another hint that Dean was getting sick and started to mentally prepare for that event.
In his dreams Dean was looking up at big dark green trees getting snowed in by fluffy white flakes.
Next to him was the boy from the snow globe hat pulled over his eyes. The boy was weirdly enough a little taller than Dean though he couldn’t be much older than ten.
“Hello,” said the boy. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
“I guess,” Dean answered meaning the trees. “Their pretty big and… magnificent and stuff.”
“I invented them, you know?” the boy said softly and smiled.
“The trees?” Dean asked dumbly.
“No, stupid, I mean the snow globes. See?” he said and wandered off to a place Dean hadn’t looked at before.
He smiled and put his small, gloved hand against the glass. “See? I invented this.”
“Okay…” Dean frowned. Now he could see that the snow looked kind of artificial and the trees seemed like they were made out of clay the closer he looked.
It didn’t feel like they were standing in water though.
“Don’t you want to know why I invented them?” the little boy asked and smiled excitedly at him.
“Sure yeah. Why did you invent them?” Dean said with a shrug.
“To give a the best Christmas to people like you, Dean,” the little boy turned around and smiled widely.
“Wha…?”
“Dean! Dean! You have to wake up!”
Dean blinked his eyes open slowly and looked at Sam who was looking down at him with his brows furrowed.
“What’s up, Sammy?” he asked and rubbed his eyes.
“Dean,” Cas said and looked at him from behind Sam. “I don’t want to alarm you but something is very wrong with your body.”
That was very alarming. Dean jumped up and briefly noticed that the something wrong definitely had something with his height. He was much smaller. He looked at the mirror next to the door and stopped…
Now looking back at him was a small, freckled face boy with big green eyes and a cute chubby face. He was about six years old.
Dean looked at Sam then at Cas before he did something that normally only happened when he got hit over the head. Dean passed out.
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Summary: After Dean wakes up Sam has some questions.
Word count: 881
When Dean woke up he hoped that everything had just been a bad dream.
But when he set up in bed and looked down at his hands - tiny and soft - he knew that it hadn’t been one at all.
“Hey, Dean,” Sam said. He was sitting at the desk bending over his laptop. "How are you feeling?"
"I dunno…" Dean mumbled still looking at his hands. So small.
He was also only wearing the T-shirt he had fallen asleep in which now fitted him like an oversized dress.
Sam sighed and got up from the desk sitting down on the edge of the bed looking down at Dean.
“So… you’ve been hit with a curse… I don’t know how much you remember from waking up the first time but…”
“I know that I’m a little kid again,” Dean said frowning a little before looking up at Sam. “Is this like that time the Hansel and Gretel made me a teen again.”
Now it was Sam who frowned.
Because of the way Dean asked. It sounded so… young.
Sam and Cas had discussed this, had hoped that Dean’s mind was still one of an adult.
But even though Dean’s voice sounded young just now didn’t mean his mind was in a similar place. They’d have to see. At least Dean seemed to still have his memory.
“I don’t know, Dean. Maybe it is. Though Cas told me there was a snow globe you shook… he thinks that might have something to do with it,” Sam sighs. He tries not to speak in a condescending way but it’s hard with this tiny version of Dean in front of him, he looked barely old enough to go to school. “Dean. I thought we all agreed on not using any of the stuff in there. We all know that men of letters stuff isn’t something to mess with.”
Dean shrugged and with him like this it looked more like a defiant gesture than him not caring. It didn’t help that his bottom lip was sticking out a little.
“It didn’t look like anything though,” he told Sam looking up at him. “Plus we don’t even know for sure if it was that.”
His voice wavered a little at the end and Sam couldn’t help but wonder if he was close to tears.
Instead of going over this and riling up more emotions he decided to change topic.
“Cas is out doing some research on it and getting some fitting clothes for you… and a car-seat.”
“A car-seat?” Dean said and glared at Sam.
“Yes, a car-seat. How do you want to get home like this? I really don’t feel like getting stopped by the police.”
Dean’s bottom lip was sticking out more now and it looked really cute but Sam knew he couldn’t comment on it right then. He had to be careful.
“We have to wait until the Blizzard is over now anyway,” Sam explained. “Maybe the curse will be lifted until then?”
Dean frowned at him. “The Blizzard? But Sammy! We wanted to be home before that!”
“I know but someone passed out and we didn’t feel comfortable moving him like this.”
Now Dean was glaring at him again and Sam had to hold back to not start laughing because Dean looked freaking adorable and nonthreatening as he glared.
“Can’t we go with Cas?”
“And leave the Impala behind?”
Dean bit his lip. “Okay… fine.”
Sam sighed again. Okay. At least that was done for now.
He just hoped Castiel would be back soon.
When Castiel finally returned the blizzard had already started.
Dean had taken seat on the windowsill looking out at the snow with an expression that was mostly sulky but would sometimes - when he thought Sam wasn’t looking - turn into one of wonder and on more than one occasion Sam caught him drawing little smiley faces onto the misted-up window with his finger.
Sam was pretty sure by now that at least some of his mind had been brought back to a younger mindset and not just body but he wasn’t entirely sure how far it went.
There was still enough of adult-Dean in there to act somewhat more mature than you’d expect from a normal boy the age Dean currently looked like but the more younger side seemed to come out as well.
So when Cas turned up Sam had already spend a few hours watching Dean fight against boredom at the window and thought he knew a little about this but he really didn’t want to talk about this with Cas in front of Dean.
Cas brought clothes and a booster seat and also in addition some pizza which Dean was far more interested in then any of the other things.
He took a piece and set back down on the windowsill munching and watching the snow fall.
Cas said he had not yet gotten more information on the cursed item Dean had probably activated Sam settled back in his chair and looked at Dean.
At least the curse didn’t seem to be life-threatening, Dean looked pretty cute with his freckles and button nose and they were all safe while the blizzard blew outside.
When Dean slowly drew a snowman onto the window Sam had to smile.
