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Cursed

Title: Cursed

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4101

Summary: Reader get’s cursed by a harmless witch, but it’s the Winchester’s who bear all the problems.

Warning: Fluff (I tried to make this cute and funny. I don’t know, you tell me.)

“Well, she was an interesting witch,” you pepped. “I’m sure she’s harmless. Maybe she just got bored you kn-”

“Shut it, Y/N!” Dean snapped. You body jerked in surprise.

“What? I was just say-”

“I said shut it.”

“But-”

“No.”

“I-”

“Zip it.”

You opened your mouth to say something but was stopped when Dean held his hand to your face. You pouted with a snarl and sat back crossing your arms. You looked at Dean through the rearview mirror sticking your tongue out when he wasn’t looking.

“I saw that.” Your eyes widened before frantically shifting them out the window.

Finally reaching the bunker you skipped in merrily. Sam and Dean stared at you with confusion before looking at each other at the strange sight. Never in their entire time knowing you had they ever seen you skip.

Shrugging off your odd behavior, Sam and Dean entered the bunker. Dean dropped their bags, including yours, on the table in the war room. Sam made his way to the kitchen to get some beer for Dean and himself but was greeted with you sitting at the dining table, swinging your legs back and forth, which was easy for you to do considering your lack in the height department.

“Sammy! I want pancakes!” You hollered raising your arms above your head in glee. Sam flinched giving you a weird look. He was definitely not expecting you to act that way. It was like you were a child.

“Uh, sure thing. I’ll let Dean know.” He pursed his lips into a forced smile before leaving, the two beers forgotten in the fridge.

“Hey, where’s the beer?” Dean asked sitting at the table with his foot propped up.

Sam shrugged. He had completely forgot about the beers. He was distracted by your outburst for pancakes and uncharacteristic behavior. “Does Y/N seem a little off to you? Like… she’s acting kind of like… a kid?” Sam strung out.

“Sammy! Bean!” A little girl came running into the room. She looked no more than three-years old drowning in the flannel you were once using. She clung to Sam, curling her arms and legs around his one large leg. Dean sat up straight, dropping his feet to the floor, with a puzzled look the moment she came in running in.

“Y/N?” Dean breathed.

“Bean, Bean!” She cooed, freeing Sam’s leg to run to him. She reached her arms up hinting that she wanted to be lifted. Dean stared at her in disbelief and hesitation but scooped her up on this lap when she started to whine.

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” Dean smiled awkwardly, casting a baffled look at Sam.

“Bean! I like you!” She giggled.

Dean scowled at the grinning child. “It’s Dean, not Bean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean. Duh, duh, with a D.”

You held a concentrated look on your face while Dean held an apprehensive one. When you opened your mouth Dean’s eyes widened and a smile crept upon his face with anticipation.

“I need to go potty,” you pouted. Dean’s face immediately fell, not expecting that to fall from your mouth. “Can we go potty?” Your voice was small. Realization settled in and there was terror in Dean’s face. Looking to Sam for help, Sam raised his hands beside his head taking a step back.

“Take her to the potty… Bean.” Sam teased, an amused grin spreading on his lips.

Dean gave Sam a death stare when he felt a tug on his flannel. He looked down to big, brown, pleading eyes. Dean rolled his eyes feeling a quench in his heart. Those puppy eyes were going to be the death of him. It was the same technique that Sam would use when they were younger.

“Alright, Minnie Mouse, let’s go.” She giggled at the nickname, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and headed to the bathroom. “You know how this works?” Dean asked as they walked to the bathroom. You grinned wildly nodding. “Alright kiddo, go ahead and do your business. I’ll be waiting for you outside the door.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Stay with me. I need to poop.” You pouted.

Dean’s face practically hit the floor. “P-poop?” He stared into her puppy eyes and he cursed himself inwardly. “Oh, Chuck help me.” Dean lifted your adult sized flannel, holding it up while you took your time.

Dean was cringing the entire time waiting for the first bomb to release. Soon the smell caught up to him and he tried to suppress his gag. Dean scrunched his nose coughing like he was choking. Still holding her flannel, he tried to cover his nose with his arm. “Oh, c’mon. Hurry it up, Y/N. God, what did you eat?” Dean continued to gag.

“Done.” You look at him pointing to the toilet paper. Your arms were too short to reach. Dean handed you some and you held it in your tiny hands looking up at him.

“Okay, wipe up.” Dean told you but you just pouted, your big eyes watering with embarrassment. At this age, you were able to wipe yourself when you used your small potty, but the big potty was just too big. You needed both hands on the toilet seat to hold you up.

“I’m going to fall inside.” Your voice trembled. Dean panicked a bit with wide eyes. He knew you were going to cry.

“Alright, alright. You’re okay, I’ll help you.” Dean sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Sam stood behind the closed door softly laughing at his brother’s stinky situation. When he heard the flush, he quickly dashes his way back into the war room where Dean and younger you had left him. You came running from the halls and accidentally tripped over the flannel you were wearing and fell hard on your face.

Dean came rushing forward, Sam not far behind, to aide you. Dean lifted you up on his lap in his squatted position looking over you. Sam cupping your face to look for injury as you began to wail bloody murder. Sam noticed the huge bump on your forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen, leaving a frantic Dean with a crying you.

Dean did his best to calm you down, hooking one arm under your butt as you rested your head on his shoulder, while his other hand rubbed your back. Dean bounced you in his arms, trying to shush you and telling you that everything was going to be okay and that you had to stop crying and be strong, which seemed to be working.

Sam return with an ice pack in hand pressing it your forehead. “Here take this and I’ll go look for something she can wear.” Sam spoke.

Dean sat down on the chair with you still pressed to his chest and head on his shoulder. Your breathing had calmed but Dean continued to soothe you. You were on the verge to sleep when Sam came back empty handed.

“Dude, where’s the clothes?”

“There is none. All her stuff is too big, and none of ours will definitely not fit her. We’ll need to go and buy.”

“Fine, I’ll go. This time you watch her.” Dean slowly passed you over to Sam. You didn’t mind the change in person, you were attached to both of them.

Once Dean was gone, Sam walked over to the kitchen still holding the ice to your forehead. “Y/N, you still want pancakes?” You nodded, pulling away to look at him. Sam placed you on the counter as he got all the supplies and ingredients. “Uncle Dean is better at doing this but I hope you’ll like it.” Sam smiled at you.

“Uncle Bean? And you uncle Sammy?” You had a giant grin on your face and Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sammy.”

When the pancakes were done, Sam carried you to the table before bringing over two plates and the plate of pancakes over. Sam told you to sit still and wait while he got the syrup. When he returned, you were standing on your chair leaning over the table not bothering to wait for him to set your plate in front of you, you grabbed a pancake with two hands and took a bite. Sam was a little shocked but smiled none the less.

Still standing, you set your partially eaten pancake down on your plate and reached for the syrup. You flipped it upside down and let the sticky goo fall over your pancake in one spot. Sam noticed that you had no intention of stopping so he grabbed your hands flipping the bottle back upwards. “Whoa there, that’s a little too much.” He took the syrup bottle and put it back on the table.

“I love pannycakes.” You wiggled a little dance before picking up the pancake with your hands again and bringing it to your mouth. Before Sam could react, the syrup had dripped everywhere. The thick syrup was on the table, your shirt, your face and hands, the chair and the floor. Sam’s mouth was agape but he knew that he couldn’t be mad, nor could he stay mad. You were young and didn’t know any better. With a defeated sigh, Sam continued to let you eat. He would just clean the mess and you up when you were done stuffing your face.

Sam had finished eating while you were still working on your second pancake. You were sitting on the table now, covered in syrup ripping tiny pieces of pancake before placing them in your mouth. Sam got started on cleaning the mess you made before wiping your face and freeing you of the oversized flannel you wore, leaving you completely butt naked. You were a child so it wasn’t a problem.

“Alright you syrup monster, time for a bath.” You giggled then roared motioning your hands like claws. Sam laughed picking you up and heading to the bathroom.

Taking a shower was another challenge in itself. You were screaming and playing under the spray of water, splashing everywhere. You wouldn’t stop wiggling as he shampooed your hair which resulted in you crying from the soap getting in your eyes. Sam eventually washed it out telling you that if you had kept still that wouldn’t have happened. When he soaped your body, you were more behaved. You were scooping up the soap Sam rubbed on your body in your hands and rubbed it on Sam’s arms as if you were bathing him too. It was inevitable for Sam not to smile at your actions. Maybe having a kid around wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Turning off the water, Sam grabbed the towel which was big enough to cover you from head to toe. He draped it over your head ruffling the towel around you causing you to burst into childish laughter. When Sam set your free from the towel you sprinted out of the bathroom, in your birthday suit, hearing Sam calling out your name before he deciding to chase after you.

Dean had just made it down the stairs when you came blazing in unashamed of your nakedness. You screamed and ran in his direction, his body instinctively squatting down so you could run into his arms. “Uncle Bean!” Sam ran in, shirt soaked and hair damped. Dean lifted you in his arms giving Sam a dirty look.

“What the hell? And when did I become an uncle?” Dean asked.

“Sorry, I gave her a bath. We had pancakes and things got messy and well…” Sam stopped rambling when he noticed the bitch face Dean was giving him. “She got dirty.” He summarized. “Anyways, did you buy her some clothes?” Sam asked changing the subject.

“Yeah.” He set you on the table as you watched contently as he emptied the contents of the bag. He had pulled out a coloring book and crayons which pulled an excited cheer from you. You took it immediately starting to color despite your lack of modesty. Dean pulled out a few plain shirts, leggings that looked like jeans, a pack of underwear, and then pulled out child sized flannels.

Sam chuckled. “You got her hunter’s clothing?” He gave a smug grin.

“Well, she’s a hunter.”

“Dean, she’s a toddler.”

“Yeah, whatever. Check this out.” Dean smiled bouncing his eyebrows. He put his hand in the bag, pulling out tiny boots. “She’ll look like a tiny hunter!” He chirped with glee. Sam could only smile at his surprisingly overexcited brother. “I even got her some snacks in the bag.”

You were finally clothed sitting on a pile of books on a chair coloring away in your new coloring book with Dean. She was coloring a dragon on one page while Dean colored a different dragon on the other. Sam was sitting across from them on his computer reading some lore on witches, after concluding with Dean that it had to be the witch the three of you encountered earlier in the morning.

Not long after Sam had found three possibilities. One explained that you were cursed and would only get younger until your perished unless you kill the witch, another claimed that it was temporary but it could last for months unless reversed by the witch, and the last one stated that she would remain that age and grow up all over again unless the person who was cursed personally killed the witch.

During your nap the guys weighed out their options and came up with a course of action. They had to go into town and talk to the victims. They had called Cass to see if he could babysit but he was too far away to be back in time, Jody was on a hunt of her own, they would never dare leave you with Crowley, and everyone else they trusted were dead. The only option they had left was to bring you along.

The three of you made it to the first victims house, knocking on the door posing as FBI. The man standing in the doorway looked at you in Sam’s arms before eyeing the two men. “Sorry, it’s bring your daughter to work day. The wife was insistent on me taking her, saying she needed some time off,” Dean lied out of his ass as usual.

The man paused almost hesitant, when he sighed, “uh… women, am I right?” He shook his head before moving out of the way to let them in.

“Anyways, Mr. Chris Williams is it?” He nodded. “We’ve come to ask a few questions about what happened to you recently. Why don’t you tell us what happened?” Sam asked, setting you between him and Dean. As the guys talked you played with a stuffed bunny they had bought you along the way.

“Floppy, floppy, I love you. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sam love you too.” You sang quietly, unknowingly gaining the attention of the three men in the room. “Floppy, floppy, floppy, floppy…” You continued to sing as Dean cleared his throat looking at Chris to see that he was smiling at you.

“She’s a cutie.” He complimented.

“Thanks, she looks just like her mother and smart too.” Dean smiled.

During their conversation you crawled into Sam’s lap, playing with Floppy’s ears. Sam held you in place still listening to Chris speak. They had found out that Chris’s real name is Christina and that he is actually a she, that is before his encounter with the witch. She was at the store waiting in line when a man cut in front of her. She was complaining about how men were stupid and annoying and then a few hours later, she was a man.

The guys proceeded to talk to other victims, all asking similar questiones when they saw you. Dean and Sam would give that same answer taking turns claiming that you were one of their daughter. After meeting with all the witnesses, they found out that the witch stays rather close to town. They decided to stay in the town’s motel instead of driving a few miles’ home.

They changed out of their fed suits and decided to grab a bite at the diner. “Well aren’t y’all the cutest things.” The older waitress cooed. “All matching and whatnot.”

“Uh, thanks.” Sam smiled. “Table for three please.”

“Sure things sweeties, this way.” She escorted you to an empty booth, bringing a high chair and placing it at the edge of the table. “So what are ya havin’?” She asked.

Dean ordered a bacon burger, Sam got a salad, and as he was going to order for you, you shouted. “Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets!”

“Sorry about that,” Sam apologize, lifting his hand up in apology to everyone else in the diner.

“It’s okay hon, but you’re in luck, we’ve got chicken nuggets. Should I add fries with that?”

“Yeah, she loves fries.” Dean smirked. The waitress grinned before going behind the counter.

When the waitress returned with their food, Dean didn’t hesitate to chow down. You picked up a nugget, taking a big bite before spitting it out dramatically. Dean and Sam were instantly hovering over you asking what’s wrong.

“Hot!” You whimpered.

“Jeez, kid. You need to learn to slow down.” Dean chided. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Take your own advice, Dean.” He spat, bring your glass of iced water with a straw to your lips so you could cool down your mouth.

You continued to eat, munching on your nuggets and fries. As Dean took another large bite, you looked over at his sandwich and pointed to it. “Can I try?” You asked. Dean looked at you incredulously. He was never one to share his food, maybe a fry here and there but never his burger.

“C’mon Dean, she’s a kid.” Sam scolded.

“Fine.” He reluctantly lowered his burger to your mouth. You attempted to bite it, but it was too big. You had managed to take off a little piece. Dean couldn’t help but grin. “Yummy?” He questioned, voice light. You nodded ferociously, picking up a half eaten nugget and lifting it for Dean to eat. Dean casted an unsure look to Sam who just shrugged. Dean rolled his eyes before smiling towards you and leaning over to open his mouth. You shoved the hold piece in his mouth smiling wider than ever. “Damn, Y/N is a cute kid.” Dean mumbled, chewing on the nugget you fed him.

“Yeah she is,” Sam agreed.

In the midst of desert, a voice pierced through the faint silence. “Looks like everyone is having fun.” A woman’s voice sang, causing Dean and Sam to stare.

“You.” Dean growled.

“Relax, I’m just here to check up on this little cutie patootie.” She smiled and booped your nose lightly with her finger. You gazed up, ice cream smothered all over your face.

“Look, we don’t want to fight.” Sam began.

“Like hell we do!” Dean growled, staring daggers at Sam.

Sam sent him a stern look managing to calm Dean down. “We just want our friend back,” Sam explained to the witch.

“Alright. On one condition,” she motioned Dean to scoot over. Dean rolled his eyes and reluctantly made some space. “I will return everything to normal, the towns people won’t even remember a thing, and Sam, I’ll even allow you to keep those photos you took, if…”

Dean looked over at Sam, “You have pictures?” He hissed.

“I couldn’t help it. She adorable.” Sam admitted. Dean glared at him, pulling out his phone.

“Then I want a picture too,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, we should take a group photo!” Sam chirped. Dean quickly agreed, both brothers smiling as they set up their iPhone cameras.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m trying to bargain here.” The witch interrupted. Sam and Dean scoffed in embarrassment and urged her to continue. “Like I said, I’ll return everything to normal if you let me go.”

“And why would we do that?” He snorted.

“Look, I’m not a bad witch. I don’t practice any black magic. I just got bored and couldn’t help myself. But I promise to stop. And if I ever act up again, feel free to hunt me down and I will not ask for mercy. I’ll do you one better, if a time ever arises, I’ll be more than willing to help you out in exchange for my life. Deal?”

Silence ensued when Dean spoked. “Fine. But if you ever get out of line, EVER! We will hunt you down.” Dean snarled.

“So don’t go making us hurt you.” Sam added.

“Don’t worry. Witches honor.” She smiled. “And as a reward to your good nature, I’ll leave her this small till she wakes up next morning, that way you can get her home and cleaned up, and take as many pictures you want with her.”

The witch was about to leave when Dean stopped her. “Hey, mind if you take a group photo of us?” He chuckled shyly.

“My phone too!” Sam barged. The witch agreed warily before agreeing, taking each of the boy’s phone.

Dean lifted you from the high chair, preventing you from eating your ice cream to sit on his lap. “We’re gonna take a few pictures, is that okay?” He asked you.

“YEAH!” You shouted with happiness.

After taking a few photos, the witch left. The boys did a sweep of the town to find all the victims back to normal with no recollection of what happened. You were still a little kid, happily swinging from the hands of your favorite uncles, Dean and Sam. Back at the motel, Dean washed you up this time in the tub. He made you a bubble bath where you and him played for while, making sudsy mustaches and blowing bubbles.

Dean snapped a picture of you with bubbles covering your face. Not long after Sam had joined the both of you to play. It resulted in a soapy mess and a lot more pictures. Once everyone was cleaned up, you all headed back to the bunker. You were sitting in the back of the Impala playing with your bunny, allowing its head to stick out of the car and watch his ears flap in the wind.

“Hey, don’t do that before Floppy flies away.” Dean barked. You jumped snatching Floppy close to your chest.

“No! I don’t want Floppy to fly away.” You pouted holding the stuffed bunny tightly.

The drive back wasn’t long. When Sam opened the door for you, you literally hopped out of the car and all the way to the bunker door. While Dean brought in all the bags, Sam carried you down the stairs. As he set you down, you ran for his laptop that was sitting in the library table.

“Moana, Moana!” You chanted, pointing to the laptop from your position on the ground. As Sam made his way towards you, you pushed the chair out and recklessly climbed up, Sam on standby for support in case you needed it.

“Moana?” Sam was confused. He knew you were pointing to his laptop so he opened it, allowing the screen to illuminate.

“Moana!” She shouted again pointing to the Netflix icon. Sam’s face contorted into a baffled expression, but clicked on the shortcut anyways. He typed ‘Moana’ into the search bar and found the Disney animated movie. He didn’t even know that it was on Netflix. “Moana!” you clapped your hands.

Sam clicked on the movie and pressed play, setting the widescreen option so the movie occupied the entire screen. He clicked the space bar, pausing the movie so that he could move you into your bedroom. Sam hooked up his laptop to the TV screen then un-paused the movie once everything was set.

Dean came in to see you and Sam watching Moana. “Ooh, hey. I like this movie. That Heihei is hilarious!” Dean chuckled, planting himself on the empty side of the bed beside you. Sam just gave him a look.

By time the movie ended, you and Dean were passed out, you snuggled into his chest, Floppy in your arms. Sam smiled and snapped one final picture knowing that when you woke up, you’d be yourself again with no memories of what so ever. Sam slipped out of bed, stretching before he unhooked his laptop and heading to his own room. He knew that it was probably best to wake Dean up, but he thought it would be interesting to see what would happen in the morning.

“You’re welcome Dean.” Sam laughed to himself, shutting the door behind him.

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