#wee!chesters

"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.

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.