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"Time to get up lovebirds."
You were awoken to a pair of boots thrown onto your bed. Expecting to see Dean at the door (as it seems very much his style), you were shocked to see the taller Winchester looking excited. Turning to your right, you saw Dean's morning daze matching your own. Guess I should've known by the 'lovebirds' comment. You spoke, "What's with the wakeup call? Should've at least brought room service." Sam roll his eyes and sat at the foot of your and Dean's bed.
"I found her." Was exclaimed specifically to Dean. You racked your brain. There were so many 'her's' that you were after. From the gleam in Sam's eye, Dean seemed to catch on right away. "Care to fill in the blanks?" Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Dean interrupted him, "No need to get into specifics, but lets just say someone from our past has resurfaced and we owe her a good dagger to the heart."
"Ominous. I'm in."
"No, you're not. You're sitting this one out."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I don't want you anywhere near this case." You stood, squaring up against your long-term boyfriend. "That's cute. I'll meet you guys in the car in an hour." You turned to walk away but Dean grabbed your arm. "Baby, please, just this once, I need you to do what I say. I promise, it's not cause you couldn't handle it, lord knows you're tough as nails, but please, just stay here and leave this one alone." You saw the desperation in his eyes. Reaching up to touch his cheek you smiled. "Fine. I don't know what they are, but you must have good reasons to be this passionate and this vague. I'll stay behind, but I want a call the second things go sideways y'hear?" Dean exhaled in relief and pulled you close. "God I love you." You looked over his shoulder to see a hint of amusement showcased on Sam's face. Normally, he excused himself during your intimate moments, so this piqued your interest. What were they hiding...

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The boys had left an hour ago and you hadn't moved from your seat on the couch. You had tried playing time consuming games on your phone, but your mind was fixating. Why wouldn't he tell me what's going on? We got over the personal cases a while ago, couldn't be that...or maybe it is. Did I do something wrong on the last one? I mean I saved their asses, but maybe I overstepped. Oh great, he's reverting. I'm gonna have to earn his trust all over again. Your anxiety was getting the better of you and you didn't even notice how much skin had been ripped from your fingers. A nasty habit that only surfaced when you were seriously stressed. You checked the boys' location from your phone. New Mexico?
It was only one state over from your current location, but getting there in a little over an hour was excessive. You stopped yourself. Fixating was only going to drive you crazy. You needed to find something time-consuming, just to get you through the initial waiting period. You looked outside the motel window to see your Harley showcased in front of your room. He didn't have his normal shine, which gave you an idea. Lugging the bucket of water and the soap outside, you dropped it in front of your handsome guy. It took about an hour, but when you finished, he looked showroom ready.
He deserves to be shown off looking that good. An afternoon ride. Another perfect distraction. You straddled your boy and went to turn him on when he sputtered. Weird.
You tried again only to get the same result.
That son of a bitch!
Dean had ripped wires carelessly to prevent you from following them. Your mind had been set on giving the boys their space to figure this out, but trust be damned, you were going after them. If for nothing else than to take it out of Dean's ass for touching your bike.

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Looking around the parking lot, you surveyed your options. The minivan was out, leaving only a Jeep and a Chevy for viable options. You went with the Jeep, assuming it was a bit easier to steal considering it was an older model. You had it opened and running in under five minutes. Checking the boys location again, you noticed they had only gone about ten minutes outside where you had last spotted them. So there's monsters in New Mexico. Shocker.
It took you almost two hours to catch up with the brothers. You spotted the Impala and parked down the block to spy. The car was empty, but the house it was stationed in front of showed motion inside. You texted Dean to get a read on the situation:

You: How's it going?

Dean: Double checking a witness. Everything okay there?

You: Dandy. Just trying to find things to distract me.

Dean: Want me to help?

You: Absolutely not. Trying to get my mind off of you, remember? ;)

Dean: Well Damn. Next time ;)

Rolling your eyes, you tucked your phone back into your pocket just in time to see the boys wave goodbye to the woman in the house. They drove up the highway to what looked like an abandoned roadside stand. Being in New Mexico, it wasn't an uncommon sight. Still, you kept your distance, hiding a few cars back. Not that they would recognize the Jeep, but you didn't want to take any chances. The boys entered the shack and you pulled off to the side, just watching.
And watching.
And watching some more.
They hadn't come out and it had been three hours. There was no commotion, so fighting didn't seem likely. You sent Dean another worried text.

You: Still alive?

no response.

You: ???

Still nothing. You started to get really worried, even trying Sam. After unanswered texts and calls from both boys, you took matters into your own hands. The door to the Jeep slammed as you ran to enter the tiny structure. Throwing the door open, your jaw dropped. The interior resembled nothing of the ramshackle building of the outside. It looked like a run of the mill apple pie suburban home. You furrowed your brow in confusion, raising your firearm more as a safety net. There was no sound coming from anywhere in the house. Turning the corner, your heart stopped. Sam and Dean were tied up, casually sitting at the dining room table. You surveyed the perimeter before making your move. Satisfied that you all were alone, you went to Sam first, untying him and shaking him slightly to bring him back to consciousness. He began to blink and you went to do the same with Dean. His long lashes began to flutter awake and he made eye contact with his rescuer. It didn't take long for his brows to knot and his eyes to widen in anger. "What the hell Y/N/N?!"
"You're welcome. Next time you go to mess with my bike, don't."
"What are you talking about? I didn't touch your bike?" You stopped. "So someone else yanked the wires? Likely story. I'm gonna have to buy all new ones!"
"I'm serious Y/N/N. We got in the car and left. Ask Sam. Actually, hold that thought. We really need to get out of here first. Argue later." You nodded. The three of you bolted to the front door, ready to leave this weirdness behind you. You yanked the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "C'mon Y/N, hurry!"
"It's not moving!"
"Lemme try!" Dean, nudged you out of the way and tried his best to unhinge the blockade. Again, it wouldn't move. Dean began to panic. He started throwing himself against the door and pounding with his fists. You had never seen him this way.
"It's not going to work..." A sultry feminine voice from behind you made the hair on your neck stand straight. The three of you turned slowly around to see a beautiful woman, probably mid thirties grinning at you.
"Y/N. I'm so glad you got my invitation. I've been expecting you..."

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"You let us out right now you black-eyed bitch!" Dean screamed at the woman. She didn't even glance his way before snapping her fingers. With the blink of an eye, the three of you were back in the dining room, tied up. The tall woman stood at the head of the table grinning at you menacingly. "What's your problem lady? I've literally never heard of you."

"Maybe so, but I've heard of you. Y/N Y/L/N, born in '84, became a hunter at sixteen, and has screwed up her life since."

"So you're angry at my life choices? Who are you, my mother?"

"No, an associate of mine had the pleasure of offing Monica. Not that she was a great mother anyway." You clenched your jaw, "Careful..." The demon raised her hands in surrender, offering yet another sadistic grimace. Once again snapping her fingers, a plate of food appeared before yourself and the two Winchester brothers. You always had a strict 'Never take food on a case' rule, but you had a feeling that you wouldn't have much choice in the matter. You looked to the meal and back to the monster. "Go ahead, dig in." Dean took the moment to intercede, "Y/N, don't!" You looked to him briefly, "What's the catch?"

"Just a bit of a joke I like to play, though in this group's case it's more like therapy." You swallowed, trying to build your courage. "No."

"Excuse me?" Dean exhaled, relieved you weren't giving in so easily. You were still curious as to why he was so intense about this case. We've been in worse situations before? "You heard the girl. Not this time."

"Was I talking to you, maggot?" You spoke up before it turned into a cat fight, "Look crazy, I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm done with it. Let us out, and maybe I'll just exorcise you instead of killing you." Unbeknownst to everyone else at the dinner party, you had the demon knife tucked in the waist band of your jeans, carefully sawing at your bindings during the entire discussion. There was only one row of fabric left and you were ready to pounce. "That's cute sweet pea, but idle threats don't mean much here. Now eat."

"How can I if my hands are tied?" She rolled her eyes and used an invisible force to bring whatever concoction was in the bowl to your lips. Just as she was distracted controlling the dish, you broke free and lunged at her, demon knife at the ready. It was about to penetrate her chest when you fell through the air and hit the ground. You looked up only a second later to see that the demon now held your blade to Dean's throat. This is insane, no demon has reflexes that fast. She sighed dramatically. "Y/N, I'm not playing, down the soup or your boyfriend gets it."

"Alright! Alright, take it easy. No one is killing anyone today. You want me to try your gazpacho, fine. I'll leave you a five star review." You had your hands up and began walking back to the table. You had no more weapons, and even if you did, she'd slide the blade across Dean's throat before you could even reach her. You were officially out of options. You grabbed the bowl with two hands and brought it to your lips. "Y/N, no!" Dean screamed at you. The demon nicked his neck lightly and he gave a resounding hiss in response. "I don't care what you do to me, just don't to it to her! I swear, I'll drink it! Just don't make her do it." You paused, extremely curious about the effects of the potion. You looked to Sam (who had been uncharacteristically quiet) only to realize he was unconscious once more. So this punishment is for me and Dean both it seems The woman responded to Dean's pleas, "Oh, but sweetheart, she wouldn't learn her lesson that way. There's no getting out of this one. Do it now, Y/N. My patience is running thin." The knife pressed deeper into Dean's neck and he pleaded with his eyes that you not follow the instructions you were given. But you couldn't do it. Closing your eyes, you tipped the bowl backwards, guiding all the liquid down your throat. The last thing you heard before you hit the floor was Dean screaming. Then everything went black....

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You woke up slowly. It took you far longer to come out of the blackness that had enveloped your vision than you were comfortable with. The first thing you noticed was the liquid on your cheek. Instinctually, you brought your hand up to wipe whatever substance you had landed in from your face. That's when the memories came back. The "Family Dinner" you had recently experienced. It brought you out of the brain fog immediately and you checked your surroundings. I am exactly where she left me? You had fully expected to have been dead or at least in pain, but you felt nothing. In fact, after a mental checklist, you noticed that you were actually quite comfortable. Your next task became making sure your boyfriend and best friend were okay. You looked to your right and both men were out cold, Dean sporting a giant gash on his forehead as well as a few dots of blood on his neck. He must've put up a fuss after I went down.

"Good morning sweetheart." A familiar evil voice interrupted your surveillance. Looking to your left, you saw the demon bitch. "Well, aren't you just the cutest thing." You furrowed your brow, "Listen lady, I--" You cut yourself off. The words had been clear as day in your mind, but what came out of your mouth was pure gibberish. Big deal, you took away my speech. I'll buy a whiteboard. "Ah, ah, ah, I didn't understand what you were saying, but I'm sure those words are too naughty for a girl your age."

"My age?!" Gibberish. Again. You looked down at your body and the kind of chair you were apparently strapped to and finally realized. "Someone has a lot to say! I think we should really wake your boys up for this, what do ya say?" You had noticed way too late and both men were starting to wake. Shit. You fidgeted in the stupid chair, trying to either get out or at least hide before they saw you. No such luck. The harness was thorough and a burning hate emanated toward the monster. "Good morning boys! You two know the drill, right? Well, Sam does. Dean had a bit of a different perspective last time if I remember correctly. Isn't that right?" She had walked to Dean and ruffled his hair. He grimaced, unable to spout profanities at the woman due to the rag shoved in both boys' mouths. He finally looked to you and went wide eyed. At first, anyway. He must've caught himself and changed his expression to one of pure sympathy. Sam matched the emotion and you couldn't deny it anymore. I shouldn't have come.

"I'll let these big strong men explain the rules to you darling. Until then, behave!" She left in a puff of smoke with a wicked cackle. It took a minute for the air to clear, but once it did, your new reality became apparent. I'm a fucking baby, in a fucking highchair. Fuck.

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"Dammit, Y/N! I told you not to come!"

"I wasn't planning on it! I just wanted to help!" Was what you had meant to say. Again, what you had misdiagnosed as gibberish before now only came out as baby talk...and tears. You hadn't meant for them to spill, hell you hadn't cried in what seemed like years. But you had no control over this. Sam came to your defense. "Take it easy Dean. Her emotions are way out of whack, or did you forget?" Dean looked back to you and exhaled in guilt. "I'm so sorry Y/N/N. I'm not mad, I just didn't want this for you. She's sick. Not your run of the mill demon either. Some sort of hybrid from what Sammy and I have gathered." Dean talking to you on the level helped to clear your head. The tears stopped and you took stock of your situation rationally. So I'm an infant. The question is, how old? Well, first thing, I've got to get out of this damn chair. You knew talking would be useless, so gesturing was next in line. Tiny hands wrapped around the restraints keeping you in the humiliating object. With a slight grunt, you tugged at them, hopefully communicating to the boys that you wanted out.

"Ten minutes already and you boys haven't even told her what's going on? You're more helpless than I thought." The she devil walked over to you and with a snap of her fingers, all three of your bindings disappeared. She didn't stop there, however, as she continued her path to you, grabbing you under the armpits and setting you on her hip. You fought with everything you had, though you had to admit, it wasn't much in your current body. She rolled her eyes. "Y/N, stop, you're just tiring yourself out." A fist to her chest was your response. After an annoyed sigh, she flicked her wrist once more and you found a plastic bulb inflate in your mouth. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was a pacifier. You closed your eyes in further humiliation, as the small device had ultimately made you docile. Must be cursed or something. "As I was saying...I mostly regress people just to get a good laugh. Misogynistic douche bags, level eight karens, you get the picture. Then I came across your boys here a while back, and their reputation was just too tempting not to mess with. Make the boy who never had a proper childhood relive it, just with the added benefit of adult memories." Dean flushed and you finally realized why he was so adamant about not spilling information about this one. He was embarrassed.

You hadn't noticed both of the boys had stood, probably when you were picked up against your will. Dean had one foot forward, arms twitching at his sides. "Please, just hand her to me. We'll play your stupid game or whatever, just please, be careful."

"You think I'm going to hurt her? That would be a bit redundant, would it not? God, you still don't get it do you... I'm doing this for you! You stupid hunters go through life damaged and traumatized, only coping through alcohol and sex until you just burn out. You had your chance, and at least it evened you and Sam out for a bit, but the two of you are going to drive Y/N straight into the ground! Every demon I come across only tells me how she ruined their plans and how she is the only reason you two aren't dead. Did a little digging of my own, and I gotta say, she's the healthiest thing to happen to you two idiots. Soothing every nightmare, talking through all your dramatic feelings, it must've been exhausting! So I intervened. You two got your therapy session, now it's her turn. So don't worry dearies, I'll hand Y/N to you in just a minute. But know this. She's not going back until I'm completely satisfied. She has to learn to let others take care of her for a change. Not that she has any other choice in this state."

It was a lot to process. The she-bitch did this to you cause she thought you needed a vacation? You had no problem taking care of your boys. Enjoyed it even. It isn't fair! These thoughts once again brought tears to your eyes. Great, every emotion just leads to tears. I hate this. Dean once again stepped forward and this time, your captor passed you off to him gently. Though you had been in this position before, your size made it feel extremely different. "Mark my words boys, I want to see real effort. From all of you." She pointedly remarked to you in particular. You realized you had enough motor skills to lift one single finger in response. She cackled. "Oh Y/N/N, that's cute, but the longer you fight it, the longer you'll be stuck. Ciao! I'll check in with you two and the baby periodically!" In a puff of smoke, she vanished. You were officially alone, and at the complete mercy of your boyfriend and his brother, your best friend. In short, you were royally fucked.

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You sat limply in Dean's arms, mostly because the stupid pacifier seemed to immobilize you. He looked down at you, "So, I guess I should explain..." You rolled your eyes as a response. "Look, it's true, she got to me last time, and it was embarrassing as hell. Sam was even sworn to secrecy on the terms of his very existence. I didn't want you to know, or worse, get involved. But we're here now, so let's get some ground rules out of the way so there's no surprises later. First off, get used to this place, we're gonna call it home until Kissa deems you cured. Trust me when I say there's no way out. Sammy and I tried lock picks, guns, salt, and everything else out there. You just gotta ride it out. Next one, as I'm sure you've noticed, is the damn pacifier. I know it feels like you can't move, but that's not what it does. It just brings your strength and reflexes down to the age she turned you, which tends to be about nine months..."

You processed the information, slowly drinking it all in that this was your new reality. Afraid to speak again, you just looked up at Dean and tried your best to nod. He looked back at you sadly, bringing one of is hands up to rub your back and cradle your head into the crook of his neck. He began to sway side to side, "Anything you need, Sam and I got you. I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't know we were hurting you." You sighed in anger. It was all you could do. You aren't hurting me! Don't I get to decide what's too much for me? Ugh I hate that bitch! As if they didn't have enough already to feel guilty for. Dean stopped swaying and pulled you back to look at you once more. He finally remembered the pacifier situation and pulled the offending object out of your mouth (Thank god). You started with your fingers and found that you had decent control over all your limbs once more.

Sam stepped up behind Dean, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you go do an inventory check, I'll show her around." Sam outstretched his hands, but Dean held you closer. "No. I got her. You can check out the new digs." Sam nodded in understanding. Leaving the room, Dean shifted you around so your back was to his chest and his hands supported your padded ass. You really didn't care for it. At least you had done the other stances on cases or during sexy times. It was hard to pretend your circumstances were different in this position. Both of you took a deep breath and he began the tour by walking into the kitchen. It seemed run of the mill, even a bit fancy. But all you could focus on was the plastic high chair meant for you. You turned your head away from it and Dean continued to the open concept living room. No baby items in view, so you took it in. Had you not been under a literal curse, you might actually thank the demon (or Kissa I guess her name is) for the new digs. Dean continued up the stairs into a hallway with three doors. One was open and you could just see Sam inspecting it. Dean laughed, "Well, at least she added an extra room this time." Yea, so glad she considered your's and Sam's comfortability in all this. He came to the door at the end of the hall, turning the knob to open it.

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You could count on one hand the amount of things in this world that shocked you. Dean showing up to throw Lucifer in a cage, being transported to an alternate reality where your lives were that of TV stars. Hell, you even knew Cas would have a change of heart and side with you over the angels. But never, in a million lifetimes, would you have predicted that your life partner would open a door to a fairytale woods nursery...meant just for you. The walls had tree decals with baby animals grinning, and seemingly seeing you from every angle. There was a natural wood crib in the corner, with green nature sheets to match. A rocking chair, decorated with white lilies and green leaves, and scanning just a bit to the right, your breath caught. A wooden changing table with a white pad on top. The evil furniture was stocked to the top, and you were forced to think of the predicament that you had been dreading. Dean adjusting his grip on your padded ass reminded you. I'm wearing a diaper...

Without your permission, a tear slid down your cheek. Ugh, any emotion stronger than a sneeze causes the water works I guess. Dean noticed and rubbed it away with the pad of his thumb, kissing the top of your head. "I know it's a lot, baby..oh er...uh, Y/N. Trust me I know. But we'll get through it. Hell, I did, and you know how stubborn my ass is."

"And it only got worse with youth." Sam remarked from the doorway. Dean turned you both to face his brother. Sam looked to you and smiled. His gaze stayed a bit too long and you hid into Dean, embarrassed enough. You didn't blame Sam, hell if your best friend suddenly got turned into a drooler, it would take you a minute to drink it in too. Dean rubbed your back and the boys seemed to do that thing where they had a conversation without any words. A yawn escaped your mouth, stretching your whole tiny body. You tried to hold it back, hell, you tried to do a lot of things that your body just betrayed you on. Dean cleared his throat. "Y/N, listen. It's been a day for all of us. You can sleep with me tonight and we will talk more tomorrow. I'll try to answer all your questions, but I think it's just gonna upset everyone if we keep throwing new things at ya tonight." You nodded into his chest, your eyes already heavy with sleep. Dean walked to the bedroom next to the...uh...nursery, and opened the door. A perfectly normal adult bedroom. No fair. Taking a few steps to the bed, Dean began to lower you down when a gust of wind surprised you both. "Ah, ah, ah, Dean you know the rules."

"It's her first night here Kissa, c'mon at least let her settle into it."

"Where's the fun in that? But I'm feeling benevolent, I'll compromise." With a snap of her fingers, a bassinet appeared next to the bed. "C'mon, even real babies cosleep!"

"She's not exactly a real baby, is she? But she will be...no shortcuts Y/N. Rule #1. I see any cheating, I intervene. Now, sleep tight sweet pea, you got a big day tomorrow!" She vanished as fast as she arrived. You looked up to Dean. With a sympathetic look, he sighed. "I tried...trust me, you don't want her intervening, she just makes it worse." You furrowed your brow, letting him know you weren't happy with the predicament. Talking is out of the question right now. You closed your eyes, determined not to see the experience of being placed in the baby bed. Dean went to release you and stand, but you latched on tighter. You really didn't want to do this. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes again. "I know, I know. It sucks. And I hate to say it, but sleeping arrangements will be the easiest part. Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better." Doubt it.

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God you felt good. You couldn't remember the last time you slept for this long, or this comfortable. You could feel a thought faintly nagging at the back of your mind, but your unconsciousness won out, rubbing your face into whatever soft blanket the motel you were probably staying at had provided. Neither of your boys had a nightmare, and there wasn't the usual car horns or trashy people fighting that normally interrupted your slumber. Hell, you couldn't even remember what case you were on. Regardless, the brothers hadn't woken you yet, and you planned to take full advantage, further snuggling into this five star mattress....until you heard a crinkle....

You eyes snapped open, taking in your surroundings. Crap...The memories flooded back and you fell back in defeat. Looking to your left, you noticed an empty, but used bed. Dean is already up? Why didn't he wake me? You checked the nightstand clock. 8:32. You honestly couldn't remember the last time you had slept in this late. And you had gone to bed at what, 10? That's two nights worth of sleep right there. Guess I gotta give it to the bitch, I did need sleep. Though a simple coma would've sufficed.

You could faintly make out the smell of bacon, assuming Dean was cooking downstairs. It also crossed your mind that you were not stuck with the pacifier...meaning you had full use of your limbs. You experimentally sat up flexing and moving everything. Relatively normal motor skills, if not a bit weak. Grabbing the side of the bassinet, you lifted yourself to stand. The mattress and your leg muscles made it a bit difficult to balance, but your hold on the railing could compensate. You leaned your torso weight over the side and quickly tried to swing your legs up and over the infantile contraption. Nothing you haven't done a million times over fences Y/N. What you hadn't counted on was your arms giving out the moment your body weight relied on them to hold yourself up, successfully landing on your padded rear. And before anyone asks, yes, it was unused. And would stay that way. You fought the childish urge to cry, just from the shock alone, but a single tear still escaped. You fervently wiped it away, determined to get to your destination yourself. Maybe if Kissa and the boys saw that you could do all these activities independently, they'd soften the rules a bit. After all, you had just done exactly what Kissa wanted, sleeping peacefully a full ten hours.

Standing was another issue. Rocking your weight to the front and sticking your padded ass to the air proved a viable option. It was the balancing you were struggling with. You'd manage a step or two before falling every which way. You tried unsuccessfully about four times, and when you landed on your nose a second time, you gave up. Crawling it is. You made your way to the nearest wall, remembering how holding something was a big help. God I hope no one is watching. You thought as your knees easily replaced your hands. You used the structure to stand upright and finally stay that way. Not wanting to overestimate yourself, you held it all the way from Dean's bedroom to the top of the staircase. You sat on the top step, both proud and exhausted. You scooted down approximately three steps before you felt adult hands envelop you from behind...

Letting out the tiniest of squeaks from surprise, Kissa took advantage and slipped the pacifier in, immobilizing you any further. Dammit, how did I not see her?! Kissa bounced you on her hip, much to your chagrin. "Aww, baby, what are you doing all alone up here? Let's go scold your daddies, shall we?" Gross. Just, gross. Kissa made her way down the rest of the stairs with ease, honestly making you a bit jealous. She turned the corner to the kitchen, where Sam was glued to the computer station and Dean was in fact cooking bacon. Both boys turned around, shock painted on their faces. "Wha--"

"Our little girl here had gotten herself out of bed and was making her way down the stairs, completely unsupervised. Care to explain?" Dean ran his hand down his face as Sam answered. "We didn't know."

"That's no excuse Sammy. I put baby monitors in the house for a reason." Dean walked quickly to Kissa, outstretching his arms to take you from her. Kissa turned and held tighter. "It won't happen again bitch, just give her to me. Please."

"Such language in front of the baby? Do I need to put a swear jar on the counter? Take it easy there mama bear, you know I won't hurt her. But since it seems like the two of you are adamant about not caring for her like she needs, maybe I need to teach you how to do it." Dean's hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white. It didn't take a genius to see she was walking you to the highchair. With the stupid pacifier in your mouth, there wasn't much you could do to fight Kissa as she pulled your arms through the loops and buckled them into a crotch strap. The pressure of it only reminded you of your current undergarments, and you wanted to hide, if it hadn't been for the stupid pacifier. Wait, movement wasn't taken away, just limited. You remembered Dean's insight, immediately slapping the tray in front of you to show your displeasure. Kissa exhaled with a smirk, "Aww sugar plum, it's okay. We're gonna get you fed soon." Not why I'm angry bitch. Kissa walked to the fridge, opening it to showcase a whole shelf of pureed baby food, much to your dismay. She picked the banana flavor and walked it towards you, along with a small plastic spoon. At least I can still read. You looked to the boys, who simply stood dumbfounded, doing nothing to help your situation. It pissed you off a bit.

Kissa unscrewed the lid and popped out the pink princess pacifier. You hadn't gotten a look at it when it violated your mouth, and you were even more mortified. Princesses were not your thing. She dipped the spoon into the puree as you slowly felt movement return to your body. As she brought the food toward your mouth, you stuck your hand out, successfully grabbing the spoon from her hand. If you're gonna force me to eat this, I'm at least gonna feed my damn self. Kissa sighed. "Oh Y/N. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N...I'm gonna break you of that forced independence sooner or later. The longer you fight it, the longer you're gonna be here." With a snap of her fingers, a bib tied itself around your neck. Your cheeks burned and your gaze fell to the floor. The momentary distraction gave Kissa her in to grab the spoon back from you. "Open up cutie pie!" She again made her way toward your face, but not without you sealing your lips. She rubbed the mush against them anyway, dirtying your mouth. "Aw, honey, you made a mess! That's okay, it's what the bib is for. Babies can't help themselves." Tears again pricked your eyes from the embarrassment. Kissa was utterly humiliating you and Sam and Dean just stood by and let her do it. Several drops escaped without your permission. "Now pumpkin, tears don't work on me. I--"

"Just stop!" Dean cried. Kissa turned to meet his pained expression. "What, you wanna finish up here?"

"Yes, fine, I'll do it myself." Kissa smirked. "That's all I wanted sugar." She stood and passed Dean the spoon, vanishing the moment he had it in his grip. He moved to where Kissa had been sitting and looked at you. Tears were still freely rolling down your cheeks, annoyingly. "I'm sorry. Okay, I can't say it enough. You don't deserve this. But you also didn't deserve the life Sammy and I were putting you through either. I'll try harder, I swear. But you gotta meet me halfway here sweetheart. Or we're never gonna get out of here. Now, I've fed you before. I know the circumstances were a bit different, but if you just work with me here, I promise we can finish talking, okay?" Your watery eyes had finally stopped the tears, so you simply nodded, opening your mouth for Dean to insert the smashed bananas.

You tiny mouth could only accomodate about half the spoon, Dean scooping the excess with each bite. The bib and your face were a mess by the time the jar was depleted. You had never felt so infantile, but Dean was right. You had been in this scenario before, mind you, it was a lot sexier then...

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Meal time was finally behind you and you had graciously allowed Dean to wipe the excess mess from your face. You were now lifted from the stupid chair and resting in Dean's arms, straddling his waist. You were still a bit bitter about the feeding incident, so you refused to make eye contact with either boy. "Y/N...do you...um..need a change?" Your eyes widened at the indignity, and you immediately turned to your boyfriend and hit his shoulder. Again, you knew it wouldn't hurt, but the fact he had just accused you of soiling yourself was definitely crossing a line. "I know, I know, it's literally the worst part, but I need a nod or something sweetheart. Take it from me, rashes ain't fun. And I can't believe I just admitted that out loud." You smirked, as the embarrassment seemed to have been shared for the moment. Sam stood, laughing to himself. "Take it from me, it wasn't fun from this side either. But, well, considering the dynamic we seem to have here, maybe I should handle that aspect?" Again, Dean immediately squeezed you to his chest and hid your face from his brother, seemingly starting a pattern. Well, there's definitely something to analyze there.

"No, it's fine, I got it." You turned your head once more to look at the younger Winchester (Now older than you apparently), to see he was sporting a similar look of suspicion. Dean had always been a bit overprotective, but you sensed in your new state, that setting had been cranked up to break the switch altogether. You noted that Sam seemed to agree, but still only replied with, "Alright then..." You were busy overthinking, completely forgetting that Dean had asked you a question. "Well...?" You caught his waiting gaze before remembering. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, cheeks reddening from the inquisition. You noticed his face fall, furthering your confusion.

"Well, we pretty much have the rest of the day to do whatever. Any ideas?" You rolled your eyes at him yet again, referring to your speech at the moment, or lack thereof. "Perfect, we can work on the words you can say." Your jaw dropped, definitely not wanting to solidify the fact that you lacked one of the most basic human skills of communication. "Don't give me that look, trust me, you'll feel better when we establish the things you can say." You sighed, resigning yourself to the activity.

Dean took you into the living room and sat you on the carpet. "Alright, let's start with the one Sam hated the most. Try 'No'." You thought to yourself for a moment, agreeing that the particular word would definitely come in handy. Readying your lips, you tried it out. "Nnnnnnnn. Nnnnnnn." You slapped the ground, frustrated by the lack of cooperation from your mouth. Once again, the tears poured from your eyes, which only added to the mood. You weren't this person. You were good at most of the new things you tried, and you sure as hell never cried. Dean lifted your chin and wiped away the tears. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's not you. Talking is really hard. Try again." You closed your eyes and focused. "Nnnnn. Nnnnnn. Nnnnnn. Ohhhhh. Nnnnnnn. Ohhhhhh. Nnnnnoooohhh. Nnnnnooo. Nnoo. No!" You opened your eyes and smiled. I did it! Suck it bitches. Dean grabbed under your armpits and tossed you slightly in the air, kissing your cheek over and over. Adorable baby giggles filled the room for a moment before you realized you were the one producing the sounds. It didn't matter. You could express displeasure or disagreement bitches.

"You're definitely gonna regret teaching her that one." Sam laughed from the kitchen. "Doesn't matter. I know it was my favorite too." Dean held you close and you peaked just over his shoulder to see Sam walk over carrying an offensive object. The Baby Bottle. "Alright funcle, pass her to me. Gotta help the bananas digest." You clung to Dean harder, but noticed he reciprocated the motion. "I got it, pass me the bottle."

Sam lowered his arms and sighed, seemingly ready to have a discussion he was putting off. "Dean, I get it. She's your girl and you feel responsible. You gotta let me help though."

"Sam, leave it alone. If I need help I'll as--"

"But that's the thing, I know you won't. You're gonna burn yourself out trying to take care of her and miss something in the process. Did you even remember she needs a bottle?"

"Well, no. But I would've fig--"

"'You would've figured it out.' I said the same thing. You haven't been on this side before. 'Figuring it out' doesn't cut it. Or did you forget the Kissa interventions? I sure as hell didn't and definitely don't plan on putting her through the same just because you can't trust anyone but yourself. I've done this before. Let me help. Don't forget, she's my friend too." Dean sighed and you knew the argument was over. You'd noticed his overprotective behavior, but didn't go farther than that to analyze why. He feels responsible. Normally, this was exactly the type of self loathing you had been trained to talk him out of. He'd been doing so well, but you hadn't picked up on the fact that you were his crutch. Take you out of the picture, and all your hard work crumbles. But it still doesn't mean Kissa's right. It was an oversight on your part, not a burnout. And especially not a cry for help. You hadn't noticed the transfer of hands during your internal revelation. But the pressure of a rubber teet against your lips brought you to. And also pissed you off.

"No!" You yelled, happy with your newly-learned word. Sam rolled his eyes and gave a pointed look to Dean, who simply smirked back. "Y/N, it's just a piece of rubber to help keep you clean. Nothing more. Don't make mountains out of mole hills, you gotta drink this." You sealed your lips and clasped your few teeth. No. Way. In. Hell. Just get me a damn cup! You struggled to sit up from the reclined position Sam had put you in. He offered some help and you pointed to the kitchen, demanding the adult version. With a sigh, Sam responded, "No Y/N. No cups. Already tried it with Dean. Kissa intervened and added laxatives to the bottle. Do you want that?" Your eyes widened at the overreaction of the goddess at just wanting to drink out of a simple cup. You looked to Dean, who's cheeks reddened as he threw an angry look Sam's way. "Don't give me that, your embarrassment makes her feel better. You bet your ass I'm gonna use it." Dean sighed in resignation, not happy with the predicament, but putting your needs above his own.

You were a logical person. You knew it wasn't a big deal, and definitely didn't want that worse option. But it was just so damn humiliating! You furrowed your brow and looked back to Sam. With a grimace, you gave him a small nod. He smiled warmly and reclined you into the crook of his arm once more. The rubber nipple was brought to your lips yet again, and you actually let it pass. Sam began to sway back and forth as you gave an experimental suck. It was just milk. Milk with a hint of cinnamon added and room temperature. You could tell Sam had perfected the recipe, most likely for a rowdy Dean who fought just as hard as you did. All in all, it wasn't terrible. But the conditions under which you were consuming it left a lot to be desired. You began to take control of the substance in your mouth and swallowed every few seconds. Your eyes began to droop as you fell into Sam's warm arms, just hearing the beginning of 'Hey Jude' coming from Dean before they closed completely.

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Your eyes fluttered open, not knowing how much time had passed since you dozed off. Your entire body lifted and fell rhythmically, indicating you were on Sam's chest. You couldn't remember the last time you had slept this much, just adding it up to the energy reserves of a nine month old. Turning your head up to look at Sasquatch, you pressed on his chest to lift your torso. He smiled at you and began to rub your back. You twitched at the first contact, not used to outward affection. It did feel nice though. You rested your head back against his chest, enjoying the massage and the comforting sound of his heartbeat. Until you were violated.

Sam had stuck his finger into your pants and under the leg hole of the diaper. You knew what he was doing, but you didn't have to be happy about it. "No!" you again yelled at him. He laughed and removed his hand. "Take it easy stubborn girl. It's either discrete checks or you can tell us when you need a change." You gave him your best bitch face, not liking either option. It didn't bug you too much, as you never intended to actually use the item. There was already 78% of a plan formulated when the time came. You were under no pretenses, knowing full well holding it was a fool's option. Feeling a slight twinge, you worked on the rest of that plan mentally.

Dean walked over and lifted you off Sam's chest. "Alright grumpy, let's go get you out of those jammies. Morning nap is done, and it's time to have some fun!" You were unamused at the baby talk. "Awh, come on, Y/N/N, I can't help it. You're just too cute like this!" He began to cover your face, neck, and stomach with kisses and you did that stupid baby giggle yet again in response. No fair, he already knows where I'm ticklish. He ceased the child's play and brought you upstairs to the last door down the hall. Your stomach once again fell as you entered the nursery. He walked you to the closet and opened the door. The clothing options weren't terrible, but they certainly weren't ideal. You did manage to point to a pair of plain jeans (elastic waistband of course), but your brow furrowed at your array of torso coverings. Can't I just get a normal tee shirt?! Gaining an idea, you looked at Dean. You grabbed his green flannel and shook your arm up and down, indicating you wanted one of your own. He sighed with a smile, knowing a fight was coming. "Sorry Y/N. No normal tiny clothes for you. The only button downs allowed have to be near the crotch. I tried to avoid the onesies too and she just took away all pants. At least you can cover it." You frowned once again and the tears welled up. This crying thing every time you were mildly inconvenienced was really getting old. Once again, Dean's face fell and he pulled you to his chest, hand resting on the back of your head. He swayed back and forth, lips pressed to your temple as he let out soft shh's. Much as you disliked having to be comforted and shushed by your boyfriend every hour, the method worked and the teardrops dried.

"Better?" He asked, to which you responded with a weepy nod. "Good. How about this?" He held up a plain white onesie, knowing it was the best you were gonna get. You sighed and nodded again, not liking the loss of control. You were brought to the changing table in the corner and laid upon the white mat. You kicked out your legs, letting your displeasure be known. Dean started with your socks, then removed the tiny jeans. You hadn't noticed until that moment, but it seemed like when you were regressed into an ankle biter, your previous clothes had shrunk with you (with the addition of a new kind of undergarment). It was the first time you had gotten a real look at it. A diaper. A puffy white disposable cage, letting the entire world know I'm not mature enough to even use a toilet. You felt tears once again prick your eyes, but Dean's thumb was faster. "Hey, none of that baby. We're going to cover it up quick so you don't have to look at it." A watery gaze met his as a response. "All I can say is sorry. I never wanted this for you, but I also never wanted to make my problems yours. It wasn't fair. Please, I know it isn't ideal, but please just let me take care of you for once. Not your wounds, not your illnesses, but you." You looked away, anger for Kissa bubbling up once more. True, you hadn't had any caregiver since you were fourteen and lost your mother and sister to a demon. But you didn't mind stepping up. Quite enjoyed it actually for giving you a purpose. Someone else's life was better, and it was because of you. How were you supposed to be anything but a burden in this state? People needed burdens like picnics needed rain. i.e. They didn't. The threatening tear from before spilled over and invited its friends. Once again, Dean picked you up and cradled you to him, swaying back and forth. Moments of silence passed as he let you cry it out. Finally calming down, you were placed back on the changing pad. "Don't be embarrassed. The first time I really saw the diaper, I threw a block at Sammy and ran bare ass down the hall." A laugh interrupted your silent sobs and changed your frame of mind. Yes, I'm embarrassed. But I can't even convey what that was really about. Dean continued, assuming he solved the problem. He took your tiny flannel off before pulling the grey tank over your head. Your bra (and your boobs for that matter) had vanished. Looking to the left, you realized why the change was necessary. Your shirt was covered in banana, milk, and what you were pretty sure was drool stains, though you'd never admit it.

Dean pulled the top of the white onesie over your head, weaving your arms into it. It fit comfortably, and the material was soft. Reaching the bottom of your torso, he pulled the flap of extra fabric underneath your bottom and began to snap the buttons over the diaper. You tensed once he finished, feeling the demeaning puff of material pushed snug against your undercarriage. Definitely preferred the non-snapping top. He stood you up and pulled the elastic jeans over, and you almost felt normal again. You could definitely feel the diaper between your legs, but at least you didn't have to directly look at it. Dean gave a single pat to your bottom and you made your way back downstairs.

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You still weren't happy, but tolerated the current situation. Dean brought you downstairs to find Sammy back at the computer station. What does he need to research? Doubt there's anything online about physical age regression. You rolled your eyes. Dean continued past Sam into the back hallway. You hadn't seen this part of the house yet, but you did mark mentally that the bathroom was on the left. Very important for my plan... You also noticed a "play room" of sorts next to it, just getting a peak at the colorful baby objects inside. Right. Avoid that room. You were shocked to find a sliding glass doorway towards the end of the hall that Dean was heading to. Pretty sure Dean made it clear there was no way out of the house? You looked to Dean and furrowed your brow, trying to express your confusion. He simply smirked and kissed your forehead before sliding open the door.

You didn't know what you expected, but a Better Homes and Garden backyard was not it. The entire area was literally encased in a white picket fence. You noted the bright green grass that surrounded the decent sized pool on the left that took up most of the area, but the play set and sandbox on the right weren't overshadowed. The sides were lined with bright colored rose bushes and there was a BBQ/bonfire pit in the corner. You hadn't even noticed the second entrance to the kitchen when you were inside earlier, but were glad for it nonetheless. You turned to look back at Dean. "Thought you could use the fresh air. I remember this being my favorite part of the house. I'd come here when things just got to be too much or too frustrating. There's complete privacy and plenty of things to do. Figured you'd enjoy it too." You smiled meekly and rested your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, a silent 'thank you' for sharing his comfort with you. He gave your temple a long kiss and then slowly bent his knees to put you on the ground. The water looked inviting, and though you were under no pretense that you could swim in this condition, putting your feet in sounded amazing. You hadn't had a place with a pool since you still lived with your mother, hell for that matter, you hadn't even been in water recreationally since then. You hated the bitch, but you did say a silent 'thank you' to Kissa for providing a decent place to stay. As if she heard you, a warm breeze blew through your hair....Can she read my mind?! A second gust confirmed your fear... You closed your eyes, stopping the threatening salt water from leaking from them. No. She's not gonna ruin the peace I just felt. Who cares if she's in my head...I'm an open book bitch. You looked back up at Dean, crisis averted. My god, he looked huge from down here....

Getting the confirmation that he was still there, you returned to your thoughts about the pool and excitement built. You stood up from your padded rear and made a run towards the water...Until you remembered you couldn't walk yet...After the first step, your body gave out and you ended up smacking your face on the concrete surrounding the pool. Without even stopping to take inventory, you felt the tears and also the wails that escaped your tiny body. You felt betrayed by yourself, remembering how you didn't even cry when a werewolf had sunk its teeth into your shin and bit clear to the bone. In an instant, you were picked up and you felt the warmth of Dean's body as he comforted you. His hand cradled the back of your head as he pressed his lips where your skull had made contact. The warmth from his mouth actually did make your bump feel better, even if it didn't hurt that much to begin with. Your tears and screams began to slow and you swayed slowly back and forth, enveloped in Dean's arms. Once they tapered off for good, Dean spoke. "Got a bit ahead of yourself there? Don't worry, I did too. Just gotta remember to take it easy. We can get to teaching you how to walk later, but my hope is we won't be here long enough for that. Now let's go put those tiny toes in that pool." You gave him a watery smile along with a sad little nod and he brought you to the edge. You thought he was just going to place you down, but instead, he extended his arms holding you over the water. Looking down, you noticed how far a drop it actually was, and for the first time in years, you felt fear in your gut. You looked back to Dean, wide eyed. He smirked, "I'm gonna drop you in!" He teased. You didn't appreciate being teased like an actual baby and kicked your legs in protest. "Alright, alright, thought I'd lighten the mood. We can just stick our feet in grumpy!" You furrowed your brow as he brought you back to his chest and sat you between his legs. He rolled up his jeans and took yours off completely before placing both of your feet in the cool embrace of the water. You didn't enjoy looking down to see yourself in a onesie with a noticeable diaper puff, so you decided to close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling. You leaned back against Dean's stomach.

Alright Kissa, I'm relaxed. You can change me back now... It was a long shot, so you weren't surprised when there was a lack of response. "Alright baby girl," interrupted your mental vacation (and also downright pissed you off). You slapped his right leg, knowing the message would come across even if it didn't hurt him. "Okay, okay, noted. The nickname is off the list for the time being. But it doesn't change the fact that it's time for lunch." You sighed. Joy, another feeding.

You were strapped back into the hated highchair in the kitchen as you awaited the new feeling of being babied. "Dude, you're soaked. Go change your pants and I'll get her some lunch." Dean looked down at what Sam had pointed out, and it was true. Guess his jeans weren't rolled high enough. You watched the love of your life head upstairs and immediately had to push down the ache of abandonment. That was not a rational feeling... Your momentary distraction was enough time for Sam to grab the mango baby food as well as some shredded chicken from the fridge. "One of the best things about this, never have to go grocery shopping. Always a stocked fridge." You smiled, but deep down felt guilt that you were literally the only negative about this situation. The boys had the house and lives they always dreamed of...but also had to deal with an emotional, clumsy, and codependent baby to get it. Tears again escaped without your permission, which worsened the guilt. Sam immediately picked up his pace and practically ran to the highchair. "Hey, hey, bud, it's okay. You seem like you're having some big thoughts there. Everything you're feeling is valid.I promise, Dean went through the same thing, and you're handling it ten times better than he did and it's only your first real day. I promise we can get more into it later, but for now, there's nothing we can do about it. Let the leaf fall from the tree and we can enjoy some lunch. I even got you some solid food." You sniffled and gave another wet nod.

Sam used the pad of his thumbs to wipe the excess tears from your chubby cheeks and pulled out the plastic baby spoon. You rolled your eyes, but sat back resigned, not wanting a repeat performance of Kissa feeding you. Sam was careful, but not impersonal about the way he fed you. Same as Dean, he'd give you a spoonful and scoop up whatever didn't fit in your tiny mouth. He went for another spoonful and you noticed a smile on his face. The bastard is actually enjoying this... He interrupted your thought with the last bite from the jar and left to rinse the spoon in the sink. You noticed he had left teeny tiny bits of chicken on the tray that closed you in and seemed to trust you to feed yourself. Though you weren't excited to eat it with your hands, it was still a freedom from being fed by someone else. You grabbed the first chunk and shoved it in your mouth, feeling mostly drool, and the two bottom teeth that lived alone in your mouth. It was surreal, but not shocking considering your age. You practically didn't have to chew since the pieces were so small, but still felt better giving them a chomp or two. Soon enough the tray was clear (though not clean by any means) and you looked up. Sam had finished his cleaning and was staring at you with an elbow on the counter. You cocked your head. "Sorry, it's just fascinating. I got to grow up with Dean, so I've seen baby pictures and watched him grow up first hand. I've only known you as an adult, and a stubbornly independent one at that. Just hard to wrap my head around is all." You crossed your arms at his dig, noticing only then the mess you made on your...I mean THE onesie. You looked down and your arms as well as most of you was stained orange with mango puree and drool. yuck. "Right, let's get you cleaned up." Sam came at you with a wipe and proceeded to wipe your hands and face. You didn't resist, but also the cold of the cloth wasn't very pleasant. He then unhooked the tray and began wiping it down when arms came from behind you and scooped you up.

"See? Not so bad. Picture it like you're the Pharaoh and we're the slaves feeding you grapes." You hadn't even noticed Dean come back into the room, much less walk towards you. Great, my senses are dull. "Ugh, just a messier eater than the Pharaohs." You looked to Dean's shirt where he had made contact with your own and grimaced, as a giant orange glob stuck to it. "I'm gonna get myself a new shirt, and you too for that matter, but I'll bring it down so we don't have to use the changing table. I remember hating that too." He squeezed the puff of your bottom before saying the last part, most likely checking if you needed a change. You didn't but his reminder only instigated the feeling you'd been suppressing throughout the entire meal...I have to pee....

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Dean placed you on the floor of the living room as he went upstairs to retrieve new garments for you both. You looked around you and noticed a few new additions to your surroundings. There was a pile of blocks, a brightly colored play mat, and a princess castle with several dolls nearby. Asshole must've turned this into a Chuck-E-Cheese while I was eating. That twinge in your bladder interrupted your thoughts once again, and you realized it was time to put your plan in motion. Dean was upstairs and looking to your left, you noticed Sam was still busy wiping counters down and washing the dishes. Regular Martha Stewarts when they wanna be. It occured to you that maybe you had taken on too much responsibility, always taking over the cleaning while living with the Brothers.

You shook the revelation from you head and tried your best to silently crawl towards the hallway you had gone through earlier. It wasn't worth risking the noise or the eventual breakdown if you had tried to walk. Your tactic was successful as you made your way to the back door, unnoticed. Slowly, and quietly, you scooted the slider slightly open, leaving it that way as you made your way back to the bathroom. The toilet was behind the door, as you had assessed earlier, fitting in perfectly with your plans. The light stayed off and the door ajar, making sure not to draw attention to your whereabouts. The moment, they notice I'm missing, there's gonna be a frenzy, and no lock can keep those boys out. Better to hide my position and send them on a goosechase outside while I finish my business. You crawled up to the porcelain throne and sighed in relief. There was no pacifier in your mouth, so your limbs worked to your benefit. As quietly as you could muster, you began to slide one pant leg off, before moving on to the other. Successfully removing the elastic pants, you found it actually quite easy (and satisfying) to rip the buttons from your crotch open. You didn't dare try to get it over your head, but the access to the offending undergarment was enough. You ripped both tabs off and the diaper fell to the floor softly, as it was clean and light.

"Y/N!?" You heard from Dean as he made his way down the stairs to find the empty living room. "Sam, where is she?!" You heard a clatter before Sam responded. "She was just there, I swear!" Footsteps echoed through the house seconds before they made it to the hallway. Better hurry it up, there's only so much backyard to search. "Dean, the back door is open!" They both ran right passed the bathroom door as you lifted up onto your feet, grabbing the toilet seat to steady yourself. You could hear the panic from the yard, and even had a knee up ready to climb the adult facilities. The first lift was tough, but you were determined.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!" Was scolded...by a female voice. Moments later, the boys ran back in to see Kissa standing in the bathroom doorway. Dean looked at you, first in relief, then fear crossed his face. "Kissa, it's our fault. We weren't watching her. Can you blame her for taking advantage? Punish us, I swear we won't take our eyes off her again." You could hear the desperation in Dean's plea. What the hell!? Had I really not taken Kissa's interventions into account?! What's wrong with me?! You began to cry as you lost your grip on the toilet and fell back onto the diaper. Kissa thought for a moment. "Well, I'm not completely heartless. And she hasn't crossed the line yet, just planned on it. I won't overreact, but her punishment will be fair..."

"Thank you!" Sam breathed in relief. She nodded, before looking directly into your eyes and whispering something under her breath. In your mind, you heard her voice. "Don't try this again Y/N. Whether you think so or not, I know you need this and I swear I'm trying to help you. Them being punished for your crime helps no one. So I'm tightening the rope. I'll be watching your every move, and if you so much as think of something sneaky, overreacting will be an understatement for what I'll do to you. To all of you."

Kissa then vanished like a gust of wind. Your stomach dropped, knowing now that the boy's fates were also tied to your playing along. You looked to them, tears already welling up in your eyes. Dean immediately ran in, picking you up and cradling you to his shoulder. He began rocking and bouncing side to side, but you could feel the race of his heart. "You scared me to death baby girl. Don't ever do that to me again. I had visions of you falling in the pool for crying out loud." You hadn't considered the emotional toll the Winchesters had gone through. Dean had been known to flip out when you went missing as an adult. You couldn't imagine the panic he felt now that you were half the size and twice as vulnerable. The tears were free falling yet again, but this time you gave into Dean's embrace, wrapping your tiny arms around him and apologizing mentally.

Once everyone calmed down Dean squatted and set you on the floor. After a pat to your back, Sam left to let you two have your moment. "You gotta work with us Y/N/N. The scheming isn't helping anyone. We're here to take care of you, and if you give us the chance, we'll even try to compromise sometimes. We're on your team baby. Please just try to enjoy the ride. We'll worry about everything else. You're gonna have to give a little but we're willing to meet you halfway. And speaking of giving...We're gonna have to put that diaper back on. That part, unfortunately, is non-negotiable." You sighed, almost forgetting about the whole reason you were getting this lecture. You went limp, simply allowing Dean to lay you on your back and tape the damn thing back on. If this is what diaper changes are, I don't like it...and this thing is clean... Which reminded you...you still had to pee...desperately.

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You were all fastened into the plastic prison when Dean decided to take off the onesie. You had forgotten the mess made at lunch, and also Dean's initial mission of getting clean clothes for both himself and you. You saw the tiny gray garment peak out of his back pocket before he pulled it out and over your head. Once again, he laid you back to snap the buttons at the crotch of the onesie. You remained docile for the entire process, guilt eating you for the stunt you had just pulled. Once the elastic pants were back around your waist, Dean picked you up and placed you on his hip, once again making his way to the living room. "Now, before we got off track there, I had meant to show you the cool things I set out for you. I know you're gonna roll your eyes, but trust me when I tell you the boredom sets in. Kissa doesn't allow any research, so your best form of stimulation, unfortunately, is the baby toys. On the bright side though, I found this old thing in the play room and thought it might be useful?" You stared down at the brightly colored contraption meant just for you. There were two leg holes in an elevated piece of fabric that was surrounded by a circular play table on wheels. Essentially a baby walker. Dean slowly brought you down into the cursed object and fit your tiny feet through the openings. As he finally released you, you noticed that the material itself was relatively flexible, giving you a slight bounce to bring you back up again. A bouncer. A mobile baby bouncer. After confirming that only the tips of your toes could reach the floor in the thing, you looked up to Dean to express your displeasure. "No!" You yelled as you pointed to the Elmo spinner to your right. "Y/N, I know, I know. But think how much easier life will be when you can move around without falling, or even being forced to crawl for that matter. Trust me, I know it's childish, but this thing is gonna become your best friend. That is, if Barbie doesn't fill that role first."

Dean chuckled to himself as you rolled your eyes. He bent down to his knees and rolled you to the Dollhouse you had noticed earlier. Well, it's nicer than any toy I had growing up. All this crap is. Dean placed a mint conditioned doll on the table you were surrounded by, along with a few outfit changes and shoes. You picked her up mostly for curiosity's sake and gave her a once over. All my dolls were hand-me-downs. Never had a new one... Your inner thoughts had distracted you enough to not notice when Dean had walked away, leaving you with the play things. You noticed him sit at the counter and start conversing with Sam. It looked to be pretty casual, so you didn't feel like you were missing anything. Turning back to Barbie, you started to fiddle with her pink dress, straightening out the kinks and running your hand over her soft hair. There's no way in hell I'm playing with this thing. Just want to keep it nice. You exhaled slowly in your process when things took a turn.

That feeling you had been desperately ignoring...it refused to be ignored. Your scheme was foiled and you were resorting to deep breaths to keep your bladder in check. There's no escape. Kissa's in my head and I'm stuck in Big Bird's prison... Your frustration and your desperation were building. You really had to pee. You could recall the long cross country car rides with the boys where Dean refused to stop until he hit a Biggersons...your current feeling topped even that. Your toes started to wiggle as you fought it with everything your tiny body had. You started to move, hoping the motion would give you something to focus on. Unfortunately, that was your biggest mistake...

There had been several Barbie accessories that you could not have seen over the bouncer. Once you moved in their direction, it was inevitable that you ran the hard plastic over, creating an unsteady environment for the walker. The contraption made it over the intrusion seamlessly, but not without giving you a good bounce. That was all it took. The floodgates opened as the first barrier was breached. The immediate release of your bladder was unstoppable, as you felt a hot liquid fill up underneath you. The bouncer had your diaper pressed to your undercarriage, so before absorbing the urine, you felt it rise up to your waist and midway up your buttocks. The diaper did it's job and contained the accident, but not without the most uncomfortable feeling you had ever experienced. It was likely twice the size and double the squishiness as it had previously been. The puff enveloped you completely, or at least it felt that way. You could feel the tears spilling, but forced yourself to sob quietly with your back to the boys. I did it. I peed my diaper. I'm a grown ass woman, and there's a wet diaper of my own making strapped to my waist. Okay Y/N. Compartmentalize. The boys can't know. Dean would never look at me the same way...The tears apparently are unstoppable, but if I don't bring any attention to myself, I can put it off as long as possible...

"Why are you so quiet over there?" Asked Sam as he walked towards you...Your heart sank.

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"Oh, sweetheart..." Came Sam's puppy dog voice the moment he laid eyes on you. Before he even had you out of the bouncer, Dean ran over. "Baby, what's wrong?" Sam placed you on his hip and Dean carded his hand through your hair before wiping the tear streaks away with the pad of his thumb. "Y/N if you hated the bouncer that much you could've told us..." said Dean. "Uh, I don't think that's the problem Dean..." Sam clarified before giving your inflated rump two pats. "Oh sweetheart..." echoed Dean...

You turned your head into Sam's chest, trying to avoid the embarrassment. He rubbed the back of your head. "Hey, it's okay. The first time is always the hardest! It's no big deal, really." The tears continued to fall and you felt Dean's hands start to grab you from behind. No! There's no way Dean is gonna be the one to change me. He'd never look at me the same... You fisted Sam's shirt and let out an ear piercing scream to let your decision be known. Dean took a step back. "Hey! Hey baby, it's okay, I'm just gonna get you cleaned up." He brought his hands back and you smacked them away, shaking your head. "Y/N. Chill. You gotta get out of that thing or your gonna get a rash." He still wasn't understanding. "No!" you yelled and pointed to him, hoping to convey that you'd prefer Sam.

"Yes! Quit being so stubborn and let me change your damn diaper!" Dean had raised his voice at this point and you turned your head back into Sam as the wails returned. In retrospect, the tonal change wouldn't have meant a thing had you been your proper age, but with baby sensitivity, it meant immediate water works. "Dean!" Sam scolded. "Tell me she's not being stubborn. And after the stunt she pulled earlier?--"

"Dean, knock it off! You haven't experienced this side of it yet. If you think she's being stubborn, you're lucky you didn't have to deal with you! Now, calm down and we can sort it out. Y/N, Dean is right, we gotta get you out of that wet diaper or it's gonna get a whole lot worse." You gave a weepy nod. You hadn't been fighting the change itself. Logic told you from the beginning that a rash was the worst case scenario. Sam smiled and began to give you to Dean. "No!" you screamed again, pointing at Sam this time, hoping that communicated your point better. "Dean...I think she wants me to do it..." You nodded your head quickly, happy to have had someone finally understand you. "Fine. Just do it already." You heard your boyfriend say.

Sam stood up and brought you to the steps. You took one final look at Dean and your heart sank at the self-loathing you saw painted on his face. Great...now he feels like I hate him... The thought distracted your mind until Sammy brought you to the nursery changing table. Crap. This part is gonna suck. He laid you on the pad and grabbed something off to the side. You were now on your back as Sam brought a small stuffed squirrel into your vision. He made it dance with his left hand as he grabbed what was most likely supplies with his right. You do know I still have my adult mind right? I don't need to be distracted to sit still... You stared blankly at the squirrel, noticing that it did indeed seem to resemble Dean. You let out an involuntary giggle at the thought and Sam placed the stuffie on your chest. "Is that funny? Mr. Squirrel likes to dance." You directed an unamused look at Sam for the baby talk. "Alright, alright don't shoot. Just trying to take your mind off things." You felt the giant hands pull down the elastic pants and go for the snaps of the onesie. Feeling a cold sweat break out, you squeezed the squirrel anyway. Please god, let me get through a diaper change without dying of embarrassment.

The first snap echoed in your ears, followed quickly by the others. The white puff was now on full display with a dyed blue line to show the world that you had used it. You squeezed your eyes shut as Sam reached for the tabs. The velcro tore easily enough on both sides and you began to yell Metallica in your mind. The heavy metal distracted you enough to barely register the thorough cold wipe across your nether regions to clean you up. The disposable material was slid from under you and quickly replaced with a clean one. After a light dusting of baby powder, the new diaper was sealed up and you were promptly snapped back into the onesie with your pants pulled up over the new puff. Gotta hand it to Sam's efficiency.

The younger (now older) Winchester brought you back downstairs where you both found Dean sitting on the couch flipping through channels. "See, all better now!" Sam announced as your entrance. Dean looked your direction, and though he looked better than before, you still saw the spark of guilt behind his eyes. Normally, it would've been a teachable moment about overreacting, but now, as the roles were reversed, the best you could do was reach both arms out to him and give him a big grin. His face brightened and he came running, grabbing you and burying your face in his neck as he peppered your head with kisses. "Baby, I'm sorry for yelling. I know I told you to have a learning curve, but I guess I need one too." You rolled your eyes, showing that there was nothing to forgive. "So you don't hate me?" You shook your head quickly and wrapped your tiny arms around his neck. No, I most definitely do not hate you. I just want to be able to be your girlfriend when this is all over. I don't need diaper changes to come to mind the next time you see me naked...

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Dean began to walk towards the kitchen once more and sets you in the highchair. After allowing him to thread your arms through the straps, he buckled and tightened the crotch belt, pressing the fresh diaper against you. Guess it's dinner time. Opening the fridge, he scanned the shelves until he found the baby food he was looking for. "Chicken noodle soup. You honestly can't taste the difference between this and the canned stuff. Was always my favorite one. And I also can't believe I said that out loud..." You let out another signature baby giggle at Dean's confession as you noticed his cheeks turn a rosy shade. "Y/N/N, I gotta admit, that laugh is killin' me."

"You're not the only one. I just wanna pinch those cheeks whenever she uses that tiny voice!" Sam had come up behind you and done exactly what he said. You swatted his giant hands away and gave the brothers a stern look. Neither brother acknowledged your displeasure and continued to get dinner ready for both themselves and you. After microwaving the soup in a baby safe bowl, Dean brought it to the highchair and placed it in front of you, holding on to the matching colorful spoon. Sam set down the leftovers in the fridge of fried chicken and mashed potatoes for himself and Dean. The smell was tempting. You missed having all your teeth and a digestive system that could shovel food down with no repercussions. Dean began to scoop the mixture and bring it towards your mouth. You sealed your lips and turned your head away. Surely, mashed potatoes are on the short list of things I can eat. "Baby, what's wrong?" You pointed at Sam's plate and looked to Dean. He laughed. "It does smell good, doesn't it. How about this, if you finish this bowl first, we can tear up some chicken and you can have some mashed potatoes too?" You thought about it. It's a small bowl. This should be no problem. You gave him a triumphant nod and opened your mouth. The feeding proceeded just like it had earlier, just as embarrassing too. As your boyfriend carefully brought the spoon to your lips, your tiny mouth couldn't compensate and he had to rescoop the remnants falling out. At least he wasn't lying about the flavor. I've eaten Campbells that taste the same. After a few more mouthfuls, you noticed the straps feeling a bit tighter and your stomach protruded through them. If I was a grown woman, I'd be mortified that one meal bloated me like this. Dean went to give you another spoonful, but you turned your head away, admitting defeat to the jar of baby food. You were too full.

"Hey, it's okay Y/N/N. We'll save some chicken and potatoes for lunch tomorrow. Your stomach's a lot smaller than it used to be. It'll save us a hell of a lot of money now too." Dean joked. You rolled your eyes at his quip, but was satisfied with his answer nonetheless. You sat there as the boys finished their food, having normal mealtime chatter. You missed being able to weigh in, or quip yourself. It wasn't long before they finished up themselves and Sam took the dishes. You looked over at Dean, ready to get out of the damn chair. He chuckled at your expression before unbuckling you and lifting you to his hip. Man, this carrying around thing is something I'll never get used to. "Sammy, can you make her a bottle? We're gonna relax on the couch."

"Already on it." You furrowed your brow. Not bottle time again...Dean sat down and placed you on his lap as he began to flip through the channels once more. He sighed and you looked at him questioningly. "Parental lock when ankle biters are watching..." He pointed at the screen and you echoed his sigh. Every channel was an "age appropriate" cartoon. Must've been a Kissa gift... Dean finally settled on some horse cartoon where you thought you recognized Matt Damon's voice. Not the worst option...

Only about five minutes passed until Sam came to join the two of you on the couch, just screwing on the nipple to the plastic bottle he held. Dean grabbed the offending object from him and turned back to you. Before you could even put up a fight, he began to rearrange you so your head lay in the crook of his left arm. You looked up into his eyes and fell in love with his face all over again. He was just so...big. You had truly never felt smaller until that moment. To make matters worse, the baby bottle was incoming, and you decided to stop playing docile. Inches from your lips, you turned your head away and towards the TV again, intent on not taking it. Dean sighed yet again and shared a look with Sam. "Y/N, don't start. It's just a bottle." Then you drink it! Well, I guess you have, but I don't want to. And I'll be damned if you're gonna make me. "No!" you shouted again. It was your go to at this point. "Y/N, yes. I know you're tired, but it's gonna help your stomach digest the solid stuff." I'm not tired...who said I was tired? You sealed your lips and shook your head once again. However, Dean wasn't giving in on this one. He began to tease your lower lip with the rubber nipple, trying to entice you to open up. "Look, I was lenient with the diaper change, but I'm not budging on this. Maybe Kissa was right, you gotta learn a little lesson on how to accept help when it's offered." You scrunched your face. How dare you...That bitch was 100% wrong! He once again brought the nipple to your mouth, only this time, he pinched your nose with his other hand. Your air supply ran low quickly before being forced to breath through your mouth. He let you get a few breaths in before shoving the bottle in. Liquid began to drip in your mouth and you had never felt so indignant. "See Sammy, don't say you never taught me anything." Dean winked at his brother, proud to use a technique that had been used on himself. I'll show you...

You used Dean's momentary distraction to pull back and pop the bottle out of your mouth. Once you were free, you planned to wriggle your way to the floor, hopefully isolating yourself from both brothers for pissing you off. The problem was, you were much smaller than planned, and after the initial squirm, you lost your balance and ended up on the hardwood floor, forehead first. You hadn't even registered what had happened before you started crying. You were instantly picked up and your hand went to the place where the floor had made contact. You briefly felt the small goose egg before Dean pulled your hand away and replaced it with his lips. You hated to admit it, but it did feel better after he kissed it. It took a few minutes, and your cries were dying down to reveal the soft coos from your boyfriend. He was pacing the living room and bouncing you softly, lips still pressed against your injury. You tapered down slowly and laid your weepy head on Dean's chest as he sat back on the couch. "See? You're okay baby girl. Gotta be careful, your cargo is a lot more fragile than it used to be." Dean had been talking to you the whole time,but you were just registering it now. You noticed Sam had left the room again, but you didn't care. Your ear was pressed to Deans chest and his rhythmic breathing and heartbeat were extremely comforting. You slowed your own breath to match his and just sat there, accepting the comfort. After a few minutes, your eyes grew droopy. You had just closed them when Dean rearranged you again, back into his arm crook. Your lids were still heavy, so you barely realized when something was slipped into your mouth. It wasn't until the liquid started to drip on your tongue again that you recognized the bottle. You sighed in defeat, not wanting a repeat performance of banging your head. Deciding to at least be able to control the milk, you started to suck, cheeks pulling the drink from the babyish object. Again, the flavor wasn't bad at all, it was just the principle of the thing. You looked up again to meet Dean's eyes. He was staring down at you, nothing but love emanating from him. It honestly made you a bit uncomfortable, as even as his girlfriend, he wasn't this open with his emotions. You were locked in his gaze as he began to slowly sway and hum under his breath. Your previous exhaustion caught up again and your eyes drooped once more. You hadn't even finished the bottle before you were out completely...

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You woke with a start, a panic attack clawing at your throat. The blackness that enveloped you in your dream had disappeared, but the feeling of complete and utter despair it brought with it lingered. You had had this nightmare before, several times, in fact, but it never lessened the outcome. As you normally did after these dreams, you slammed your eyes open and tucked your knees into your chest, getting ready to sob silently. It was too dark to see anything, but it was silent, so you assumed the boys hadn't woken up to your gasp. Good. No one needs to deal with my crap but me. The feeling of loneliness crept its way from your gut up your spine and you squeezed your arms around yourself to combat it. Like usual, it was no use, and by the time it reached your head, the tears were already falling and you began to hyperventilate. After a louder sob, you went to clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle it. On the way up, your hand banged on something wooden and hard...What the hell...

Reality slapped you quickly. The instant recognition of the bars of the crib knocked you sober, alert, and out of your panic attack. Enough time had passed and your eyes had adjusted to the dark. You recognized you were in the nursery. You looked for a clock, for some indication of whether you had been asleep for hours, or days, to no avail. You sighed in frustration, laying there mindlessly. There was a shadow on the opposite wall that caught the corner of your eye. You swore it moved. You glued your eyes to the corner, daring the shadow to move again...and it did. Oh my god. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god. A Daeva. It's a Daeva. I can't do a goddamn thing like this. You saw it sway again and began to panic once more. A cold sweat ran down your spine, reminding you again how little and fragile you currently were in this state. You began to squirm and smack the bars hard, trying anything to get the boys attention. The shadow hadn't moved again, but your mind was creating a scenario about it lunging at you and slicing up your guts while you lay docile and helpless. That last image set you off. You began to scream, hoping to hell one of them woke up and darted to your rescue before the monster did you in.

The door swung open and the lights flickered on as both Winchesters barged into the nursery, immediately running toward your crib. They look gigantic from down here... Before you finished that thought, Dean had you in his arms with his lips pressed to your forehead. His warm chest and gentle heartbeat calmed your own. "Hi baby girl, it's alright. Shhhhhh, you're okay. It's just a nightmare." Sam's giant hand was rubbing your back, trying to provide any comfort. Before flushing with embarrassment at the attention, you needed the boys to investigate and take the Daeva out. And prove to them I'm not screaming over a bad dream. Frustrated, you pointed to the wall where the shadow had been. Sam looked towards where you directed and back to you curiously. There was nothing there. Well, duh, Daevas need darkness! Dean looked pointedly at you. "What is it? What's wrong?" You gestured again at the wall, lifting your hand up and down, hopefully conveying to turn the light back off. Now that you were safely in Dean's arms, your bravery returned and you felt ready to take on anything.

Sam placed a hand against the wall and rubbed up and down, feeling for any irregularity. You shook your head fervently and pointed left towards the light switch, letting out a few grunts. Finally understanding, Sam looked to Dean, the boys having a silent conversation before turning the lights out once more. You wiggled in Dean's arms until he set you down. After a few seconds of darkness, your eyes adjusted again and you crawled (Shut up, it's the quickest way) back to the wall to prove your point. After a moment, you saw the shadow move once more and cried out, slapping where it had been. Immediately, Sam picked you up and turned on the light, chuckling to himself a bit. You cocked your head, confused at his reaction. You moron, I just fed you a Daeva on a silver platter and you're laughing? Kill the damn thing! Dean joined Sam in his snickering and you hit Sam's chest out of frustration. "I'm sorry Y/N/N, but it's too cute! Look behind your crib." You followed his directions to see the window behind the offending sleeping contraption. Yes, moonlight. Daevas need it for the shadows. What's your point? You looked back at the taller Winchester and cocked your head once again. "Y/N, it's the curtains. The AC kicked on and it makes only the left one move..."

Your mind went still. The AC? That's what the big scary monster was? What the hell is the matter with me? You furrowed your brow as the realization sunk in and avoided eye contact with either boy. Sam, however, was having none of that, as he tucked your head into his neck and kissed the top of it. "Hey, it's no big deal. The world is a lot scarier when you're small. Especially when you know what's out there. Just take a minute and think about it. I promise Dean and I will protect you from anything. And I know she isn't your favorite person, but there's no way Kissa is letting another monster in on her territory. I don't know if it's a %100 cure, but it may help you sleep a bit better at night. Speaking of, what woke you up in the first place?"

You pushed away from Sam and shook your head, not wanting to admit to your occasional night terrors. Dean made eye contact with you and you refused to hold it, looking down at the plush sand colored carpet. He answered for you anyway. "She had a nightmare...didn't you Y/N/N?" Stubbornness won out and you ignored the question. "How long have you been having them baby girl?" Sam interluded. Well, I'm especially not answering to that stupid nickname...even if I could talk.

"Y/N/N?" Dean repeated. You rolled your eyes, knowing you weren't getting out of it. Instead of making a fool of yourself attempting to speak, you simply held up four fingers. "Four months?" Sam guessed. You shook your head slowly. "Four years?!" Dean practically spat. A slow nod answered him. He reached his arms out, immediately grabbing you from Sam and cuddling you intimately. "Baby, why didn't you tell us? God, if I'd known..." You could see the guilt build behind Dean's eyes and your previous feeling of helplessness returned, wanting to comfort him. "No, stop it Y/N/N. I'm fine. Get that look out of your eye. You don't need to take care of us. It's our turn." He began to sway and bounce you lightly. You refused to admit it, but it did help to calm your nerves. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I should've noticed. But it doesn't matter cause I know now. And so help me Y/N, you're gonna be the comfiest, most spoiled baby ever." You left out a soft giggle and he returned it with a warm smile. After the moment, he walked over to the crib and picked up a small item before plopping it in your mouth. The pacifier. You rolled your eyes coming to the realization that one of the boys had strapped that sucker in while you were sleeping earlier. Dean took a moment to laugh at your lack of amusement before kicking into gear. "Alright Sammy, first things first, we gotta order us a nightlight. No more nightmares or scary shadows for our girl. And second...you may have noticed I slipped the binky in...well, it's no big deal Y/N/N... but we gotta change your diaper again." Crap. You hadn't noticed a thing upon waking up, meaning you most likely wet yourself during your initial panic attack. That's never happened before...ugh, Kissa you bitch! The puffy fluff of material pressed to your nether regions gave you away, and admittedly, you didn't enjoy the soggy cold sensation of a stale diaper. To make matters worse, you had a gut feeling that there was no way Dean was gonna let Sam change you this time....

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Dean held you a moment longer, probably expecting more water works. The truth of the matter was there were no more tears left to cry. Normally after your nightmare episodes, a numbness enveloped you that usually lasted for the next day or two. You deserved an Emmy for the performance you always gave around the boys to not worry them, but inside, not a single emotion would make its presence known. While you could feel it creeping in, the embarrassment of having wet yourself, during a nightmare of all things, took over quickly. You buried your face in Dean's neck and squeezed your arms tighter around him. "Hey, hey it's okay baby. It's just a diaper change. You gotta let me help. Sam can't take all the dirty work. Despite what you think, I am more evolved than a caveman. I can differentiate between this you and adult you. Plus, I know it's uncomfortable. Trust me, I intimately know. So let's get you strapped into a fresh one, okay?" Despite the question at the end, you knew you had no choice in the matter. Your boyfriend was going to change your wet diaper.

Dean laid you down onto the changing pad once more, unzipping the pj onesie you were wearing. When did they put this on? Your eyes met the soiled white disposable cage and noticeable blue line covering your crotch and the numbness from before dissipated immediately, replacing it with a stream of silent tears. If Dean noticed, he didn't bring attention to it and worked carefully to lift your legs in one hand and place a clean diaper under the dirty one. He was meticulous to then rip the velcro from each side. You let out a weepy hiccup and he started with soft shushing sounds to calm you, one (giant) hand rubbing up and down your stomach. The technique worked surprisingly, and after cleaning your bits thoroughly, he began to remove the diaper. He was quick to sprinkle a dusting of baby powder before taping you back up and dressing you once more to cover the damage. "See baby girl? All done. And the world didn't end." You rolled your eyes, having a gut feeling that the stupid pet name wasn't going away anytime soon, no matter how many times you expressed your displeasure.

Dean once more picked you up and rocked you a bit side to side. You looked out the window and noticed how dark it still was out there. Must be two, three in the morning? Damn I need a clock in here. A warm, gentle hand began rubbing your back and you relaxed into Dean's shoulder, eyelids getting heavy again. You heard footsteps enter the nursery again and Sam's soft voice interrupted the silence. "Alright, nightlight is ordered and should be ready for tomorrow night. I think for the rest of tonight, we can just leave her light on." Dean's soft "mmm." vibrated in his chest as he continued swaying. Whatever witchcraft he was performing seemed to be working, as you were on the brink of falling asleep once more. You then felt movement, and after a few steps, Dean peeled you from his shoulder and lowered you back into the crib. You began to whine in protest, not wanting to be in the thing to begin with, let alone by yourself in it. "Shhh, shhhh. It's okay. I'm staying right here tonight. I won't leave you sweetheart." He caressed your head and left you with a forehead kiss, Sam taking his spot to put a blanket and the stuffed squirrel from before next to you. You gave him a really? look and he smiled and also patted your head. You grimaced, not enjoying being doted on like an actual infant. As he left the room, you noticed the rocking chair in the corner was no longer empty, Dean relaxed and scrolling on his phone. You smiled to yourself, knowing nothing could get you now. With that fear gone, you had no problem allowing your eyes to shut and sleep to overcome you once more.

Sunlight on your face gently woke you from your peaceful slumber. You stretched out and could barely feel the crib bars with the tips of your toes, confirming you were indeed, still in baby form. You let out an exasperated sigh, feeling plastic hit your lips. With another eye roll, you clocked that one of the boys had slipped the pacifier back between your lips while you slept. Prepared to yell at him, you looked to the rocking chair to find Dean looking back at you, a big goofy grin plastered to his face. "Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?" Your anger dissipated immediately. He stayed there all night. Judging by the bags under his eyes, I don't think he slept either. Your heart melted and you reached for him, giving in a little with the grabby hands you made towards this wonderful man. He chuckled and stood, picking you up and hugging you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he patted your back. You didn't even give him attitude when he discreetly checked your diaper after. Concluding it was clean, the two of you walked downstairs to find Sam cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon was overwhelming, but your stomach sank once you noticed your highchair, excuse me, The highchair was all set up with oatmeal and banana slices. Dean lowered you into the torture device and secured your restraints. With an audible 'pop', he pulled the pacifier (which to be honest you had completely forgotten about, not that you had sucked it or anything) from your mouth. Sam was plating the eggs and bacon when it hit you that you had no idea he could cook. It didn't look gourmet by any means, but you had always assumed his skills didn't surpass instant ramen and ordering pizza. Your midwest mother had trained you, so you naturally had taken on that job. And the cleaning. And the comforting. Hold on! I will not be made to feel like a villain for helping out. So I didn't let Sam's cooking career flourish. Big whoop. He definitely wasn't heading down that road anyw--

A plastic spoon to your lips interrupted your inner monologue. Looking up to your feeder, you were shocked to find Sam himself had taken over today while Dean ate. Reluctantly again, you opened your mouth to allow the mush inside. "Atta girl." Sam praised. You rolled your eyes.

Breakfast finished in a blur and Sam wiped your mouth down. A very unpleasant experience actually. 0/10, would not recommend.

"So, Y/N/N, I was thinking that we're pretty much on day 3 of this experience, and it may do you some good to get out of this house for a while. Yes, the front door is locked, but Kissa allows the back yard gate open for community outtings. How do we feel about a park visit today?"

No. Way. In. Actual. Hell.