#wee!chesters

[wincestdailyheadcanons]

Excuse me, everyone! Dean would like to show you something. Created by the always amazing @kamidiox

[aterimber]

Start your weekend off right with some kick-ass short stories!

I post new stories every 2 weeks and have 100+ already waiting for you.

[beanie-beebo-writes]

Wee!Chesters Oneshot

"Dee?" A little voice squeaked in the darkness from the bed beside him. He peeked at the clock illuminating on the nightstand, 12:36 AM. He reached over to the small lamp on the nightstand, nearly falling off the fair-sized bed.

Sam squinted as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light from across the room. He was sitting on top of his bed sheets thrown slightly off the bedside. He rubbed an eye and barely stifled a yawn.

"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked genuinely. 

He checked his brother up and down for any signs of injury. He was puzzled not finding anything physically wrong with him. 

"Nightmare? What's wrong?" Dean asked. 

He made his way to his brother’s bed and sat down to feel Sam’s forehead, only to have him pushing it away.

"I can’ sweep. When's daddy gunn' come back?" Sam asked sluggishly.

"He'll come back soon, he's probably just working late tonight... Don't worry Sammy, he's okay." Dean reassured himself as well as Sam. He knew his dad would normally be back by now, and it wasn't like him to stay out late.

"Ayoo sure Dee?" Sammy asked, his voice cracking and tears beginning to build up.

"No no Sammy, don't cry. Yeah, he'll be okay. Pinky promise." Dean said. 

He began to hold Sam close and rub his back, when an idea struck. "Hey, wanna hear a story? I'll tuck you in." Dean said.

"Okay." Sam said.

Dean got off the bed briefly to re-straighten the covers and then snuggled into Sam’s right side, keeping him nice and toasty.

He pondered for a story to tell when he just remembered to lock the door. He jumped out of bed and double-locked the motel room door. He ran back to his sniveling brother, who had been calling after him the whole time, and slid back in next to him.

"Had to lock the door Sammy, sorry." An idea instantly made its way to his mind. "Alright, I got a story. You ready?" He asked.

He turned his head to Sam who had practically clung to his side. Sam smiled and nodded rapidly.

"Once upon a time, there was a man. But he wasn't just like any other man, he was a strong man. You could even call him a superhero!" Sam's face lit up with delight as Dean continued to describe the hero to him.

"Wha' was his name?" Sammy asked.

"Let's call him Johnny." Dean said. "Little Johnny was just a regular boy-"

"You said Johnny was a man!" Sammy interrupted, pouting slightly.

"We'll travel back in time then." Dean replied a little impatiently. "One day, Johnny and his friends went to a pond in the middle of the woods. His friends were two boys and one girl. All of them sat on the dock his dad built one year, skipping rocks into a pond. They were seeing who could throw the farthest with the most skips."

"How do you skip a wock?" Sammy asked.

"..I could show you another day, alright?" Dean replied and Sam nodded with a smile. "So all of a sudden, they heard crunching leaves behind them. They turned around and nothing was there. But Johnny and his friends knew better, something was there. They all held up their rocks, ready to attack whatever came at them. AND THEN," He got louder and closer to Sam with the last words, making Sam's eyes open wide.

"...A monster frog jumped out and tackled them all to the ground!" Dean pounced onto Sam, causing him to erupt into a fit of laughter as Dean tased his ticklish sides.

"Dehehe- STOPPPP." Sammy cried out through gasps of air.

"You gotta fight off the frog monster first!" Dean teased as he dug harder into Sam's squirmy sides.

Sam kicked weakly with both of his flimsy legs and tried to roll away from his older brother's clutch. But he was no match for Dean's torturous fingers that dug up and down his sides. Sam swung his arms up, successfully knocking his brother in the gut. Dean panted in surprise.

"Ya got me...but I'm not done yet!" He grunted, running back over to the bed.

Sammy stood up and tackled Dean onto his own bed, wrestling to pin him down. After a few attempts, Sam managed to pin him down for a few moments. But he then lost to his older brother's strength and began to be tortured again. After a little while, Dean suddenly grew a bit tired and collapsed onto the bed next to his brother who was huffing heavily and wiping the tears from his eyes. Sam sat up, seeing Dean half off the bed.

"You gonna dell da wes' of da stoweey Dee?" Sam asked while gently shaking his brother.

Dean cracked an eye open and sat up.

"Then we go to sleep, kay Sammy?" Dean replied groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Awigh' Dee." Sam agreed, yawning himself.

"Him and his friends all threw the rocks that they had left at the giant monster. The monster somehow ate a lot of them, he liked rocks. Then it tumbled back into the pond, landing on his one friend Mary." Sammy gasped and frowned at the thought of a person dying in a story; that never happened. Dean was aware enough to know Sam would get sad at that.

"Little Johnny ran as fast as he could to lift the monster off of Mary, and his friends eventually came to help too. They carried her to the dock and dragged themselves out of the water. They saw she was cold, so they all hugged her to warm her up. She then opened her eyes and gave Johnny a kiss."

"Ewww." Sammy replied as Dean finished the story.

"That's what people do when they love each other Sammy." Dean informed him, leaning in to kiss his little brother.

Sam shrieked and backed away from his older brother who was practically dying of laughter. Dean rolled his eyes and laid next to his brother, who pretended to be fast asleep. Sam squirmed and shuddered lightly.

"Don' kiss me.." Sam whimpered  as Dean chuckled lightly next to him.

"I won't Sammy, I was just teasin'." Dean replied lightly while ruffling the mess of hair on his brother's head. He got up and quickly turned off the lamp. Then he settled under the covers next to Sam, smiling to see that he was almost asleep.

"Night Sammy." Dean muttered softly, slightly arousing Sam.

"Nigh' Dee.." Sammy mumbled, already half asleep.

Dean/Jensen tags: @akshi8278​

[acklest]

[caigh-lee]

I’ve got two wee!chester fics in the works

a piece of (kind of) sabriel smut

and a case fic

anyone want to read them and talk with me about them?

[impala-dreamer]

Sam & Dean turn into toddlers & reader have to take care of them while some other hunter take care of case!? Fluffy!

~ A Tiny Curse ~ 

“Pie! Pie! Pie!” Big green eyes were begging you; the dusty haired toddler jumping around your feet, pulling at the hem of your shirt. “Pie!”

Looking over at Castiel, your jaw dropped in panic. “What do we do?”

“Want. Pie!”

Castiel shrugged and came towards you, stepping over the other tiny child who had tripped over his own feet and hit the floor. “We give him pie, I think.”

The toddler on the floor sat up and started to cry, staring down at his feet. “No!”

Your heart broke for the hazel eyed child and you knelt down beside him. “What’s wrong?”

Between crocodile tears, a small voice choked out, “I wost ma shoe!”

Sure enough, toddler Sam had tripped out of his own shoe, leaving the tiny sneaker across the room. You laughed and retrieved it, picking up his little foot to replace the shoe. “It’s OK, Sam. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Pie!”

Dean was at it again, this time tugging hard at Castiel’s trenchcoat. The Angel looked to you with frustration.

“I’m going to go kill the witch,” he said in a deep voice. “This is ridiculous.”

You shot up quickly, leaving Sam alone at your feet. “What! You can’t leave me here with them! I don’t- they’re- babies. I don’t know what to do with babies.”

Dean took a deep breath, his chubby cheeks puffing up fully. He clenched his fists and tipped his head back, screaming to the ceiling. “Give. Me. Pie!”

Castiel rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “Give him pie, I’ll be back.”

“Cas!”

He was gone before you could reach the door, little Dean blocking your path. He crossed his arms in annoyance and pouted up at you. “Pwease gimmie pie. I hungry.”

~

There was a diner down the street, and it was quite a struggle to wrangle the two toddlers, but eventually you made it. They sat across from you, Dean devouring a slice of berry pie, and Sam tucking into a plate of chicken fingers. They ate until their little bellies were full, mouths covered in crumbs, fingers filthy and sticky. It was a mess, but an adorable mess.

When the pie was gone, little Dean sat back in the seat and let out a burp that was fit for a grown man, and laughed. “Sorry, Y/N/N.”

Sam gave him a disgusted look, and little hazel eyes rolled in annoyance. “You so gwoss, Dee.”

“Shuh up, Sammy.” Dean giggled and burped again, sending Sam to the other end of the booth to get away from the smell.

~

By seven o’clock, Castiel still wasn’t back, and the toddlers were growing tired. They refused to settle down except with you in the bed with them, and you all fell asleep snuggled down in the big bed, watching The Disney Channel. The were curled into your sides, tiny little hands on your stomach, cuddling close until their eyes began to flutter shut.

Dean passed out first, a little snore floating up from your right side.

Sam let out a deep sigh and reached for your hand, wrapping his little fingers around your thumb and squeezing.

“Tank you, Y/N,” he whispered, half asleep.

Carefully leaning down, you kissed the top of his head and smiled. “Night, Sam.”

“Ni-night.”

~

Castiel returned an hour later to find you tucked between Sam and Dean, back to normal, three hunters, asleep on a bed that, like the boys, was no longer tiny. He drapped a blanket across your legs, but it didn’t much matter, you were already warm and safe, out cold between your Winchesters.

Snow Day Drabbles Masterlist ~ My Masterlist ~ Support My Blog

[tumbler-tidbits]

More than my Brother

This is a reposts because I accidentally deleted the first one

The Winchester Way- More than my Brother

@spnbromentbingo multi-square fill: Fathers Day & Wee!Chesters

Characters: Sam (8) and Dean (12)

Warnings: None, just fluffiness

Word Count: 875

Summary: Sammy has a surprise for Dean

A/N: this idea has always been in my head, with adult Winchesters but I figured it fit here too :)

Sam’s POV-

I am so excited! Today is a special day and I have a surprise for Dean. Dad’s gone on another hunt, left yesterday and will be gone all week. I can tell Dean’s bummed he didn’t get to go, but we have school and Dad insisted since Dean’s grades are slipping.

I’m eight now so Dean says I can stay by myself for little bits at a time. So he’s around the corner at the gas station getting us something for lunch and now is the perfect time for me to wrap up his gift!

I’ve always known Dean was special, not like all the other brothers out there. He always plays with me and even at school he isn’t embarrassed to see me or talk to me. It’s more than that though. Dean takes care of me too, he always has.

He makes sure we have food and that I do my homework. He makes sure my clothes are clean,takes care of me when I’m sick, and holds me when I have nightmares.

That last part is our secret though, cause I’m eight, m’not a baby! Dean says so.

I hear the key in the door, Dean’s back!

“Heya Sammy”

“Hi Dean”

“You hungry? I even got you some of that rabbit food you like so much”

“It’s not rabbit food Dean, their called fruits and vegetables”

“Yeah whatever you say squirt, dig in”

Dean sets up my food at the table, and starts eating his burrito. Great, he’s gonna be gassing me out all night!

I walk over to him with my surprise behind my back.

“Watchya got there Sammy?”

I set the small package wrapped in newspaper on the table,

“Happy Father’s Day Dean”

He looks at the package then at me as I sit down to eat my Apple,

“I’m not your Dad, Sammy”

“So”

“So why are you giving me a Father’s Day present? Save it for dad”

“No, it’s for you!” I’m yelling now but Dean won’t listen.

“But I’m not your Dad Sam” he says calmly. UGH!

“Your like a Dad is s’posed to be!” I say, “you get me food, and wash my clothes, and you take me to school, and help me with the bad dreams. Your more than just my brother!”

“Sammy…”

“NO DEAN! Dad doesn’t do any of that stuff, just you! I got the surprise for you!”

Switch to Dean’s POV-

Crap, now he’s looking at me with those damn puppy dog eyes. Awe man, he’s getting all misty eyed too.

“Ok Sammy I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you” I soothe. “I’ll take the present.”

He’s just sniffling now so that’s better. Slowly I unwrap the newspaper that he’s folded and tucked until it reveals the contents inside. It’s 3 fun size bags of peanut m&m’s and a black tree air freshener. I look up at him and his face is just beaming.

“Wow Sammy, this is great!”

“Do you like it?!” He asks and before I can answer he’s babbling again,

“I saved the m&m’s from my Halloween candy cuz I know they’re your favorite, ‘member when you took me trick or treating at Pastor Jim’s?!”

I nod.

“And the air freshener is for the Impala, I found it in an old Junker and Uncle Bobby said I could have it. I know the car is dad’s but you love it too and...”

He’s still rambling and all I can do is sit here and swallow the lump in my throat and will myself not to cry like a girl. I can’t believe he’s been saving these for me for so long. I stand up and go to him and scoop him up in a big bear hug.

“Thank you Sammy, I love it” he returns the hug but soon rasps out,

“Dean, I can’t breathe”

I release him with a half hearted laugh and bend down to look him in the eyes.

“This is the best present ever Sammy and I love it, but I’m still not your Dad.”

He starts to object but I shush him,

“Why don’t we celebrate our own holiday instead squirt. We can call it Brothers day. How does that sound huh?”

“We can’t just make up a holiday Dean”

“Says who? I’m in charge and I say we can”

“Yeah, I like that! Happy Brothers Day Dean”

“Yeah ok. Happy Brothers Day Sammy” I reply,

“Now eat your food, enough with the chick flick moments”

I watch him while he eats, happy and content swinging his legs back and forth in his chair.

I don’t think I’ll ever say it out loud but I Love him so much, there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. And there isn’t anything, past or present, that I would put in front of him. He’s more than my brother, he’s my whole world, and I’ll do anything to protect him.

END

Want to be tagged? Want off the tags? Just let me know.

Taglist: @idreamofplaid @dean-winchesters-bacon @maddiepants @pisces-cutie​ @covered-byroses @currentlyfangirling99 @spnmightkillme @spnfamily-alwayskeepfighting @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 @xxhalfbloodprincessxx @supernaturalsammy01 @sammyimpala-67 @lunarboycas​ @ladywinchester1967 @sweetiepie-dean @fangirl-forevers-world @thoughtslikeaminefield @supernatural-teamfreewillpage​ @ruthiesconnells​ @bobasheebaby @evansrogerskitten @missjenniferb @sculptorofbeginnings​ @kbl1313 @spnskinnyballs @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @justcallmeasmodeus @ain-t-bovvered @purpleskiesandcherrypies @curly-haired-disaster @getnaildbyme @thoughtslikeaminefield @gripmetight-raisemefromperdition @akshi8278 @rebelminxy @a-mess-of-many-fandoms

[shows-up-naked-covered-in-bees]

“Note to self: Lore books don’t make the best bedtime stories.” -Dean, probably