#oh small child you innocent little bean you precious fruit baby

[jay-and-dean]

Room 028

Dean x reader (?)

Summary : You’re sent back in time, and meet people you know… And someone you never got to meet.

Warnings : Fluff, baby Winchesters, cuteness. Angst. Very slightly implied smut.

Words : 4.6k

Note : I have this story in mind for years… I know it’s a little different but I needed it out. I hope you will like it. 

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           “What the…” you said looking around.

One minute before you were with Sam and Dean, hunting down that stupid fanatical angel, it was day light, and it was a warm  and sunny summer.

           You wrapped your arms around your naked shoulder, the sudden winter night biting your skin suddenly. It was… snowing ?

           You looked down to note you were still wearing the same clothes : a black tank top, and Dean’s grey flannel tied around the belt of your jeans.

           A motel parking. You looked up to the street lamp, the little snowflakes spinning around it in the night. That didn’t make sense at all.

           What if that feathery douche had zap you somewhere ?

           When the Impala appeared in your field of vision, parked and empty, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Dean” you murmured, just needing to find your friend again.

           The parking was almost empty, so you assumed that he had parked the car the closest to his bedroom door.

           Room 028.

           You tried to look through the window before you knocked, to be sure you weren’t mistaking, but didn’t see the brother’s bags.

“Dean ?” you tried through the door, but finally decided to knock. “Dean, it’s me.”

           When the door opened, you frowned. No one was here, like the door had opened by itself.

“Are you a friend of dad ?” a little voice caught your attention, making you look down.

           A tiny boy, maybe five or six years old, was holding the door with a wary look. You frowned, wondering what kind of parents would let the little one open the door in such a place, at night.

“I’m sorry I must have mistaken” you mumbled, but the beautiful green eyes looking back at you made you shiver.

“You called me” the little boy said.

Your heart missed a beat and you squatted to look at him closer. His freckles were discreetly covering his angelic skin, and every single thing was perfect on this innocent face.

“Dean ?” you tried, choking in disbelief.

And when he nodded, your mouth stayed agape.

How could this boy be Dean, your Dean, the man chopping heads a few minutes ago, the man…

           You wanted to take him in your arms but this little boy didn’t knew you, and his suspicious look wouldn’t let you forget that.

“Are you a friend of dad ?” he asked again, searching your face with what was going to become in a few years, his frightening threatening face.

“Y-yes” you said.

“Prove it !”

You smiled, smart little thing.

“Your dad’s name is John Winchester, the car behind me is his, he asked me to come check on Sammy and you.”

He hesitated a few seconds, then sighs.

“Sammy has been crying” he said with a tired voice, opening the door more to let you in, and your heart broke, imagining him alone with a crying baby.

           If Dean was five or six years old, Sam couldn’t be more than two.

           You entered, looking around the room. It was, indeed, the eighties here. You rubbed your face and took a deep breath. Weird was usual… But your best friends being babies. That’s was another kind of strange.

           Many times, during Dean’s drunk confessions about not having had a childhood, or his jokes about the food he used to make for Sam, you dreamed about having the occasion to hug the little boy he was, the boys they were…

“I don’t hear him cry, where is Sammy ?” you asked, closing the door behind you.

Dean took your hand and guided you to the other room. Here was a baby bed and two queens. Sam, that cute little boy in a sleep suit, was sitting behind the bars, big tears on his red baby face.

He must have been calling for a long time. But Dean couldn’t reach him… You noticed Dean must have thrown everything he could above the bars of his bed to find what was wrong ; there was toys, food, covers…

You swallowed, trying not to cry, both thinking about what your partners had been through, and about these poor little creatures here and now.

When you got close, Sam got up on his tiny legs. Taking him in your arms, you got surprised that he wasn’t wary at all. He was wet, and quite cold in this poorly heated room.

“I think he needs changing” Dean said and you smiled to hide your tears.

“Your baby brother does. But, I think he needs cleaning up too, what do you think little Bean ?” you hid the sadness deep in your voice and Dean shrugged. “Come here.”

           You opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, talking to Sam.

“Hey Sammy, I’m Y/n. I’m daddy’s friend… You’re all cold huh ?” his tiny hand grabbed the strap of your tank top and his intense eyes searched your face, waiting for a smile to read if you were friend or not.

The second you gave him one, he offered you the cutest dimpled smile back and said something in baby’s language that was not understandable but you answered anyway.

“Yes, Sammy, you’re pretty.”

Your turned to Dean and noticed his t-shirt was stained.

           You had no idea what to do, how to come back to present or anything, but you were certain of one thing : you would give your life to protect the precious boys.

“You’ll wash too, little Bean, chop chop, take off those dirty clothes. Where is your bag ? And Sam’s ?”

The kid you actually knew so well without having seeing him at all before showed you the bags. After taking fresh clothes for both of them and a diaper, you guided Dean in the shower, and filled the sink with warm water to wash this tiny version of Sam.

           Dean started to clumsily rub his belly with soap, and his little feet. You kept an eye on him while rinsing Sam’s soft hair, trying not to put water in his face.

“I can’t do my hair !” Dean called.

You wrapped Sam in a towel, rubbing his head and back to prevent him to be cold. And, letting him stand beside you, you washed his brother’s hair, thinking of how many times you dreamed of joining him in the shower… How ironic was it ?

“We are going to tell dad that you’re the one washing my hair all the time now !” he explained showing you his face. “Look, no foam in my eyes.”

Your heart broke even more at the thought you will never be here to take care of him… Not until almost thirty years.

           Baby Dean was the most independent child you have ever seen, and watching him dry his tiny legs like a little man, putting on his light blue pajamas by himself made you emotional again. But Sam’s baby words caught your attention and you closed his diaper.

“Yes Sammy, I know you’re cold, sorry, here. Oh that’s better in dry clothes, huh ?”

“He will be hungry” Dean stated. “Dad made a baby bottle.”

“A baby bottle ?” you said smiling to the pretty little boy in your arms, your head coming closer to his to allow him to grab your face. “If Sam can walk, he can eat like you.”

           Making the mac and cheese you had found, you smiled at how guiding Dean was, standing on the chair next to you to survey your every moves. With Sam sitting on your hip, you felt your heart finally getting a little warmer, their radiant smiles lightening the room.

“Don’t touch little Bean, it’s very hot.”

“I’m not a beeean !” he pouted.

“I know, but… I have a friend, a friend I really love ; he is the strongest and the bravest. His name is Dean, like you.”

“Really ?” he smiled and you couldn’t help but bend and put a tender kiss on the top of his head.

“Yes, and I call him Deanie Bean, so I though, as you are strong and brave too, but still little, you could be little Bean… What do you think ?”

“Okay" he shrugged. “But I will grow big as my dad !” he smiled proudly, lifting his little hands in the air and standing on his tiptoes.

“You will little Bean… you will. And Sammy too !” you chuckled, thinking at how incredible it was to be able to carry this future giant.

“No I’m the big brother, Sam will be smaller than me” Dean stated and you rubbed his back, somehow unable to not give him all your love, even on a weird motherly form.

"Okay, little Bean, you’re the tallest.”

“What is your name ?” he asked with that small voice of his.

“Y/n”

“Y/n” Sammy repeated with baby mistakes.

           You turned to put Sam on the high chair, and sit between the boys. The second Dean started to eat, you recognized him even more, his appetite and clumsy eating making your heart miss a beat.

           While watching and helping Sam, you started cutting the few fruits you had found, an apple, an old banana on witch you kept only the good parts, and a lemon.

“So… Where is your dad ?” you asked, cutting the apple in little cubes.

“He is out for work” Dean stated, getting up to pick up the towel his brother had let fall from his lap. “Why do you cut fruits ?”

“Because you’re going to eat it, it’s good for you.”

“What ? Groooss” Dean protested, running to the TV.

“Little Bean, come here” you chuckled.

           But your face soon faded, and your heart fell on your guts when the door opened and a really angry John Winchester pointed a gun at your face.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU !” he yelled and Sam started to cry.

“John… wait…” you said holding your hands in the air. “I’m a friend I swear, just… Let me talk.”

He ran to Sam and grabbed him, hiding Dean behind his leg, still holding the barrel of his gun right at your face.

“I swear John, I’m not a monster, you can test me with silver and everything… I’m a hunter, I swear, I… I knew Bobby Singer !”

“How did you enter ?” he asked stern, barely audible behind Sam’s sobs.

You didn’t answer right away, searching something to say but he turned to Dean right away.

“DID YOU OPEN THE DOOR !” he yelled and baby Dean flinched, breaking your heart. “DEAN I SWEAR…”

“NO !” you pointed your finger at that man you always feared a little, without even knowing him. “DON’T YELL AT HIM !”

           Dean took a step back and suddenly, the gun pointing at you was unimportant. You ran and fell on your knees, taking him protectively in your arms with John’s armed hand following you.

“Let go of my son” he ordered.

“C-can’t you see the boys are terrified ?” you groaned, staring back at him with wet dark eyes and an air of defiance.

You kept rubbing Dean’s back and, seeing his brother in your arms, Sam tried to reach you, spreading his baby arms toward you and almost jumping of John’s arms.

“It’s okay little Bean, it’s just a grown up fight, it’s not your fault, your daddy and I will talk calmly now…” you said, giving Sam a sad look because you couldn’t take him in your arms.

“Name” John ordered, lowering his gun, but keeping it in hand.

“Y/n”

Sam’s sobs were still deafening.

“Who are you ?”

“I’m a hunter” you stated “I can prove anything you want, I even knew Mary. Just… Let me comfort Sammy please…”

“Mary ?” he choked on her name.

You dared getting on your feet to cautiously grab Sam but Dean wouldn’t let go of you so you carried him as you can. John allowed you, too stunned by the name of his love.

“Come here Sammy… yeah… here, look Dean is here, nothing can happen to you baby boy…”

“How did you know May ?” John asked, but the two brothers were too heavy, and that was all you could think of at this moment.

“Can I sit ?” you dared.

“Yes but one move I don’t like and you’re dead” he threatened.

But his threats seemed so far from you when Dean nuzzled on you, grabbing the sleeve of his own grown up flannel to wipe his tears.

“Whatever” you stated, putting a kiss on Sam’s forehead.

“How do you know my boys” John asked, stern, staying on his feet to make it clear he did not trust you.

“Listen, it’s… Complicated. I would rather not talk about it in front of them…” you sighed, looking into Dean’s big wet eyes.

“Then I’ll put them to bed” he moved but you stopped him with a pleading hand.

“John, please, Sam is still shaking. Give them a minute… Please.”

“What can you tell me now then ?” he grunted and you couldn’t help but smile a little, suddenly seeing a little of Dean in his father.

“I know your boys, I knew Bobby, look, he gave me his watch because I was found of it…”

“I saw him next week and he still had it” he frowned.

“You know uncle Bobby ?” Dean mumbled and you smiled to him, ignoring his father each time he needed your attention.

“Yes little Bean” you tried to hide your sadness deep down, thinking about his funeral and about how Sam and Dean got affected by his death…

You finally looked up to meet John’s intimidating green eyes.

“I knew Rufus too, I even met Missouri once. I’m not an enemy, John… And believe me I would never hurt your boys, I would die for them in heartbeat.”

“You’re going to die ?” Dean half panicked and you put your forehead on his, immediately needing to calm him.

“No. No Dean I’m not, and when you will be big and strong, I will still be here, okay ? You’re my best friend, little Bean.”

At your words, the little boy relaxed and even gave you a shy smile. Death was already something really clear in his head, it wasn’t supposed to yet, but the future hero already had the foundations of what was going to be his burden…

           John was staring at you with a harsh face that seemed to hide a confused expression.

“Baby Bean” you pushed his hair a little. “Your daddy and I need to talk a little, would you mind take your little brother with you in the bedroom ? I’ll put some Scooby doo, I know you like it, right ?”

He nodded but still seemed a little worried, searching his father’s face.

“I will join you just after, Dean” John stated.

“And I’ll kiss you and Sammy goodnight” you added with a reassuring smile. “I promise.”

           Dean got up and you followed him in the bedroom, putting Sam on the bed next to him with the stuffed animal from his bed.

“Here, Sammy, you stay with Dean a little ?” you asked him and he searched your face before letting go of your arms.

“No, Sammy has own bed !” Dean protested when his little brother crawled next to him.

“Well for now he will stay a little with you, just make sure he doesn’t fall from the bed, okay ?” you said, noticing John behind you when the little boy looked at him for approbation.

He must have nodded because Dean sat better, opening his arms to his little brother.

“Come here Sammy, if you stay close you won’t fall” he stated with a too serious tone that made you smile.

           When you closed the door, your heart sank. That was it… You had to be alone with the man you never knew what to think of.

           John Winchester was your best friends hero but… You also came to the realization along the years… with hints and Dean’s words and meeting this guy from the boys house -Sonny-… That, if he seemed to be a great man, he was not a great father. Depression, obsession and alcohol had made him neglectful… And you never really knew how far it went… you weren’t sure he never physically abused the most important man in your life.

           You turned to him and he seemed surprised at how stern your face was now. But what he didn’t know was that you could fight a thousand men like him to shield the boys in the room behind you.

           He took a beer, without offering you one.

“You’re good with kids” he stated.

“Not really, I’m just good with your sons” you answered.

“Maybe you need a babysitter job” he said taking a sit and you frowned at his macho words, sitting in front of him.

“I’m a hunter, not a babysitter. And I’m really good at my job” you answered a little coldly.

“How do you know my sons, they never leave me, and I have never seen you” he asked, still trying to scare you a little.

And honestly he could have impressed you, frightened you even, but Dean’s face was burned in your mind, your Dean, the man he had become. So no one could really impress you more than that… And nothing could really scare you except losing him.

“Never leave them…” you scoffed.

“Excuse me ?” he frowned.

“John…” you adjusted in your seat, weighting your words. “No offence but… You’re already neglecting them” he opened his mouth but you put your hands in front of you as a peace offering. “I know… I know you need to find who killed Mary. And you will, believe me, actually Dean will k… Anyway. John… Sam was wet and crying when I found them, Dean was dirty and… They are too young to be alone…”

“Dean is a big boy, he can…”

“No” you cut him. “Dean is a little boy who lost his mom and house, his school and his friends all at once. He doesn’t need to lose his dad too… He’s not a father, and he’s not a soldier.”

“How dare you ? How can you talk like you knew anything, girl ?” he sat straighter, his tone hard.

“It will get worse, John, and one day, you will regret treating them like that… I know it, because you’re hurt but you love them…”

He searched your face, like he was trying to decide if he should listen to what you had to say, or cut your throat. And you thanked whoever was responsible in your head, to not have to have this conversation with the John from a few years later. The boys were still young, Mary was still close to his heart… He hadn’t turned to stone yet.

“I need answers now” he stated. “Or you’re out.”

“You’re used to supernatural… But what I’m about to say might surprise you a little” you sighed and he chuckled, not taking you seriously. “I’m from the future. I’m actually not born yet.”

You waited and, surprisingly, he didn’t laugh.

“It’s impossible” he just stated.

“Believe me you have no idea what’s possible yet…” suddenly, an idea came to your mind and you dig your hand in your pocket. “This is my phone” you showed him. “And I can do everything with it, it’s something really… too much important, if you want my opinion, in the future, we all have one, and we don’t use it only to call people” you said, putting on some music, but of course you had no internet access.

His eyes were wide open, and he got closer to look at it. When you came back to the wallpaper of the main screen, he frowned.

“This guy… seems familiar, is he from Mary’s family ?” he asked and, for the first time, you felt actually bad for him.

“It’s Dean, John. This is your son.”

He looked up with wet eyes, instantly believing you. Like he could recognize his son with his heart, probably seeing little traits, little details that came from his family, from Mary’s family…

“Dean ?” he seemed suddenly emotional, not daring to take the phone from your hand. “He looks a lot like his mother…”

“And like you” you admitted, looking at the picture of you holding Dean from behind, your head on his shoulder. “See this flannel on the picture ?” You showed him the same at your waist. “John I know it’s a lot…”

“Show me more” he asked, rubbing his scruff in an attempt to gain some composure back.

You opened the gallery and showed him your favorite photo of the brothers, standing next to the impala. You had taken this picture last summer, they were laughing at some joke you had made, a beer in their hand, the light hitting the car in a magical way…

“Sam is taller than Dean… But you can’t tell baby Dean that” you smiled, trying to make your words a little lighter.

“My boys… They look happy” John said, holding back his tears.

“They have hard times but they are really good at enjoying life” you smiled. “They are the best man I ever knew. Really they are heroes beyond what you can imagine, they are the best hunters of the world, you can be proud… But, John… They suffered so much”  you frowned, looking back at the picture of Dean and you, your heart hurting at how much you missed him now.

“You seem to… have a special bound with my son… with Dean. Are you two…”

A dark chuckle escaped your lips.

“We’re not together, if that’s what you’re asking. But I do… love him” you sighs, shaken because it was the very first time you said it out loud, to anyone, and now you were confessing in front of his father…

           He marked a pause, his deep eyes searching your face, showing you who the man you loved got his thick lashes from.

“You love him ? Why don’t you tell him ? Is he married or something ?” he asked with a frown.

A few minutes before, you were an enemy… And now what ? He was going to make you talk like a girl friend about your feelings… No.

“He’s not. And I won’t. Like ever. End of this discussion.”

He smiled, amused, and you suddenly realized whom Sam got his dimples from, his smile was beautiful, and you really hoped his son could see him more often like that.

“From what I saw, you seem to be the best thing that could happen to him” he stated and your heart fell on your stomach.

           You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him that his son and you had this relationship, this “arrangement”, you signed up for happily at first, but that made you suffer so much you couldn’t always breathe properly at night. “Casual sex, no string attached” except it wasn’t strings, but thick ropes that were tying your heart to his anyway…

           You couldn’t tell him that you could still feel the grip of his hands on your thighs from last night… So you stared back at him and nodded gratefully.

“Y/n ? Daddy ?” Dean appeared at the door, his feet pointing at each other in the cutest way.

Instead of answering, Dean looked at him with something a little different in his eyes.

“Scooby Doo is over…” he shrugged.

You got up and bended to take him in your arms, entering the room.

           Sam was asleep, holding his worn out bunny in his tiny hands. You climbed the bed not letting Dean go, got comfortable leaning against the headboard and let the little boy find his place. John sat on the other bed, watching you.

“When do you have to leave ?” he asked low, watching his son curl up against you.

“I don’t want you to leave” Dean protested again and you sighed.

“I have no idea…”

“Can you be my new mommy ?” the little boy asked and you grimaced, putting your arm on Sam’s back protectively, Dean in the inside of your elbow.

“No, little Bean… You already have a mom, she’s in Heaven with angels, but you will see her again someday.”

“Then I want to marry you !” he exclaimed, letting his head heavily hit your ribs.

“Outch�� you gasped at his clumsy gesture.

But the hit of his head wasn’t what hurt the most.

           Then he stopped moving. John too, the TV froze, and Sam’s steady breathing stopped too.

           Time had froze.

“Wh…”

“Hello Y/n” Castiel appeared.

“Cas !” you got up, putting the sleepy baby Dean on the bed cautiously. “Cas, this is Sam and Dean !” you couldn’t help but half whisper in reflex even in your enthusiasm. “Look how cute they are.”

“I know, I already saw them as kids” he answered simply. “I’m here to take you home, we killed the angel.”

“Okay… Just” your smile faded. “Let me say goodbye.”

“You don’t have too” the angel stated with his low and warm voice. “They won’t remember a thing, it will be as if you never showed up.”

“What ? No… Cas, I.. I talked to John, I think… I think he will try harder, I can’t let them, Cas, look at them” you half panicked.

“You can’t change the past, Y/n… Dean needs to feel like the world depends on him. Because it actually does… I know you can’t understand that right now.”

Tears filled your eyes.

“He’s just a kid…” you whined, bending to stroke his cheek one last time.

“He needs you, he needs you in a few decades” Castiel declared, taking your hand. “He’s worried sick, Y/n.”

He took your shaking hand and a white light surrounded you.

           When you could open your eyes again, it took you a little while to adjust to the summer sunset light. You were outside, on the motel parking, except it was the one you actually booked.

           Room 028 again…

           In front of you, next to the Impala, were the two brothers. Fully grown up and tall, impressive, strong, staring at you.

           You took a second to take in their presence, to remember their beauty… And your eyes focused on the man you loved so much.

“Y/n ?” Dean’s voice made you widen your eyes, you now realized it sounded a little like his father’s yet his voice was so unique.

Your hands flew up to your mouth in a desperate attempt to contain your emotions, but you felt tears already soak them.

“Y/n, sweetheart, talk to me” his expression changed in a heartbeat, from relieved to heartbroken. He frowned, approaching to put his huge hands on your shoulders. “What happened ?”

“I m-missed you” you answered, strangled and still a little confused. “Deanie Bean… I missed you, you’re so brave, you don’t have too… Dean I will protect you…”

You fell in his arms, letting him wrap you, enjoying his smell. And you finally felt safe, everything was in order and you were where you were supposed to be.

“She was in the past” Castiel stated, but you couldn’t see the brother’s reactions.

“Dean” you whispered, nuzzling in his neck. “I think we have to talk… I-I don’t like out arrangement. You have to understand you deserve better, and it’s not enough for me…”

           The second of silence that followed felt like the world was crumbling…

“I don’t like it either” he sighed.

His hands firmly cupped your face, and the second his lips crushed on yours, you answered the little boy’s question in your head.

Yes, I am going to marry you, little Bean. Eventually I will.  

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