#little!jack

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Chaos. That would be the word that all your caregivers would describe you. You were their chaos, their babygirl, but they all knew that you'd give them a run for their energy every day. Although none of them truly minded.

The halls were filled with fast moving footsteps as you dodge your caregivers, not wanting to take a bath. You squeal and giggle as you dodge Deans attempt to grab you. 

“Kid! Seriously you need a bath. You are the one who chose to go into mud at 8 o’clock in the morning!” Sam yells, chasing after you.

You quickly dip into the kitchen, attempting to find a place to hide. As you start to get closer to island in the middle, your swept off your feet in a gentle manner.

“Cassie!! Down! P’ease!”

“Not until we are in the bathroom.” 

He carries you to the bathroom, setting you down while simultaneously blocking the door so you can't bolt away from the bath. 

Sam comes and trades spots with Castiel before closing the door and helping you get out of your muddy clothes. 

Outside the door, Dean and Cas are cleaning the floor where your muddy footsteps and hands have left prints.

Jack's cries begin to echo through the halls as he wakes from his slumber, the loud running through the halls startling him awake.

Dean leans the mop against the wall and shuffles down the hall to Jacks room, knocking gently before walking in. Jack's tears abruptly stop at Dean's face, reaching for the elder.

"Well good morning kiddo. Too much noise yeah?" Dean chuckles, scooping Jack into his arms.

Dean gets Jack into more daytime like clothes, enjoying the calmer nature of Jack. Not that he didn't love playing games to keep you enthralled while getting you dressed.

Dean begins to walk out of Jacks bedroom, and as he closes the door he hears your footsteps coming closer. As you peak around the corner, you light up seeing your twin flame awake. You were definitely the more action filled but jack was the thinker and would be your partner in crime in nearly any situation. Big or little.

"Jackie!" You cheer happily.

Jacks face lights up at your voice and he looks at Dean, a silent ask to be put down. Dean complys and sets Jack gently on his feet. The moment Jacks feet hit the floor he runs to you, hugging you as if he hadn't seen you in years.

"Woah! You saw her less than 10 hours ago bud, she's not going anywhere." Dean chuckles as he walks past you two, ruffling Jacks hair.

"Play?" You ask Jack as the hug breaks.

He nods excitedly and you both scramble to the playroom, laughter filling the house. As you two begin to play and do your thing while the trio of caregivers all head into the kitchen, getting breakfast made and also taking a minute breather.

"I swear, they're complete opposites when regressed but completely inseparable. It's cute." Dean mumbles, just loud enough for the other two to hear.

"Yeah. Although sometimes, the plans they come up with together makes me think theyre one in the same, just different expressions of it." Sam chimes in.

"How'd getting the mud off of (Y/N) go?" Cas asks.

"So get this, as I'm trying to get her clean, she thinks that because theres now mud in the bathtub she can play in it more, meaning she now thinks I need to play in the mud with her, so she may or may not of smeared it on my shirt and laughed. Hence the different shirt." Sam chuckles.

"Never would have noticed the difference Sammy." Dean teases, looking up from the cutting board.

"I do not wear plaid that often."

Cas and Dean look at eachother before laughing and continuing to tease sam.

Until they all quiet down, enjoying the peace of the house.

"…Wait." Cas says, looking at the brothers.

"Do you hear that?"

The brothers look at eachother with confustion until they both realize, you and Jack are completely silent.

"Oh shit." Dean mutters, scrambiling out the kitchen, the other two on his heel.

Although they knew you both wouldn't be in imminent danger, you both were never quiet together unless napping or trying to be sneaky. Dean opens the door, quiet enough that if you both weren't paying attention you'd never hear him or the other two.

You and Jack were sitting in the middle of the playroom, candy sprawled from one end to the other. Your bucket from last Halloween sits between you and Jack, you both enjoying your "secret stash" of candy.

Dean clears his throat as he walks in the door, his face stern. He crosses his arms, standing before you and Jack, Sam and Cas to the side of him. Sam sighs, looking mimdly amused but also dissapointed. Cas has his normal blank look on his face, making it all the worse.

You look at the boys in mild terror, realizing you had been caught with your hand in the candy jar, litterally. Jack continues eating the Snickers bar he has in his hand, and just smiles excitedly.

Dean sighs, knowig that you both would have to go to time out, something all three caregivers hated doing. Most of the time your chaos would end up with you and Jack getting a conversation, and maybe less screen time or a caregiver around you watching more carefully. But they all knew you both knew the candy rule, and knew the consequence for it aswell.

"Y/n, Jack, you both know the rule about candy. Where did you even get your bucket from?" Sam says, crouching down to meet you and Jacks level.

"Was in the closet.. was hung'y.. I sorry." You mumble, your eyes not meeting Sam's.

Sam gently takes your's and Jacks candy, tears forming in Jacks eyes as his almsot finished Snickers bar is taken. He seemed to be a bit younger than you today, which meant that you felt even worse.

Your gently scooped up by dean, his face still upset, but not angry.

"You know better than to do this babygirl. Time out for 15 minutes and then when I come get you, were gonna have a conversation okay?" Dean says.

You only nod in responce, knowing better than to fight Dean on this. You and Dean both hear Jacks tears as he's taken to his timeout spot aswell. Your own tears brimm before your gently set down on the timeout chair you had, comfortable but secluded.

Dean kneels infront of the chair as you ball up in it, trying to keep yourself from crying.

"Your allowed to be upset, but you know you broke this rule, and we've told you before that this would be the consequence yeah?" Dean says while you look down.

You nod in responce.

"No getting up, and I'll be back in 15 okay?"

Another nod.

Dean sighs softly as he stands up, walking away from you to the kitchen to continue breakfast.

Your tears silently fall on your cheeks, but not because your mad at your Bubby, or at your little brother, but because you know you knew better. You knew if you had gone to one of your caregivers and asked for a small snack before breakfast they absoloutely would have given you one.

Even though you caused chaos all the time, like playing tag in the house, or seeing what a toy tasted like by putting it in your mouth, you almost never got Jack in trouble unless he was adament about joining you in your chaos.

You sit in the chair for the entire duration of your time out, waiting for dean to come back and let you out. When he does come back out, he gently scoops you up into his arms, holding you closely as you continue to shed tears.

"You know neither me or the other two like to give you timeouts babygirl. You can't get into the candy and also give it to your brother like that either though. You know we'd always give you something to eat until breakfasts ready yeah? All you have to do is ask." Dean speaks quietly.

You nod, clinging to him.

"I wasn' wantin to get Jackie in troubl'.."

"Baby you and him both have the ability to make your own decisions, you arent responsible for him sweetheart. Is that why your so upset? Or is it both getting caught and getting him in trouble?" Dean asks.

You shrug, beginning to regress furtehr from all the big emotions. Dean catches the hint and walks with you to the kitchen, grabbing some of the fruit he cut earlier and handing it to you.

"As long as you know that it's okay to come ask for food, and that you cannot just grab your halloween candy without asking, your not in trouble anymore okay?" Dean rocks you in his arms, his soft side coming out full force.

You lift your head slightly, meeting deans eyes and you nod. Dean smiles and kisses your forehead, chuckling as you eat the fruit in your hand.

"…Jackie too? No mo' trouble?" You ask after some time.

"That's for Sam and Cas to decide depending on how Jack's time out went baby, but you did amazing. I know you like to cause chaos baby, but you did super well owning up yeah?"

You smile slightly at Deans words, happy he's proud of you, but still worried about your partner in crime.

Sam walks into the kitchen, Cas holding Jack is right behind him. Jack's face is stained with tears, similar to yours but seems to be calmer than earlier. You look over at Sam and Cas before jack, Sam and Cas's face still not fully back to happy, but don't appear to be angry.

"I sorry S'mmy an Cassie.." You mumble softly, leaning on Deans shoulder.

Sam smiles briefly before walking over to kiss your forehead, rubbing your back as he looks at you.

"It's okay princess, just no more candy okay? Thank you for the apology baby."

Cas walks over with Jack, standing next to you and Dean. Jack looks up from Cas's shoulder, a glimmer of happiness shines in his eyes when he sees you, and he reaches out to hug you. You hug him back, Dean and Cas hold you both steady as you two rejoice.

"Okay! I'm over the upset and sad, who wants some french toast and bacon? If we have any thats not burnt left." Sam sends a look at Dean.

"I wasn't the one on the stove! I cut the fruit." Dean playfully argues back.

You giggle at the banter, Jacks face beginning to also light up.

"The heat should have been off.." Cas says, turning his head in confusion.

"Just cause the heats off doesn't mean the food stops cooking when its on the pan, Cas." Sam says matter-of-factly.

"How odd." Cas says.

Dean laughs at Cas's antics, and the mood starts to lift by quite a bit. The trio succeeds in finding extra bacon in the fridge, and cooks up some more. You decide to stay in Deans arms as they cook, wanting to recharge a little more before being set down. Jack gets put down and goes to play in the living room by himself, needed to recharge some himself too.

Once breakfast is served and everyones full, you and jack run back to the playroom. All the wrappers are cleaned up and the bucket is missing, but neither of you mind. You both had enough candy for a week atleast.

"I bets you can't buil' a towers as big as mine!" Jack cheerfully challenges as he scrambles to the block box.

"Nuh uh!" you follow behind and join him in building a tower, competition building between you two.

Although everyone in the house absoloutely hated when time-outs happened, the way you all were able to take a breather and reset for the day made them so much simplier and less scary. Especially because you know that you will be heard and listened to once the time outs over.

You and Jack spend most of the day screaming and laughing, getting into more things and eventually causing more chaos, but your caregivers were ready for that. They were ready to support your twos antics and laugh with you when they truly just find your antics hilarious.

You were their chaotic baby, and Jack was their quiet sunshine, but when you both were together it was like a beautiful storm, one they knew how to handle.