#Welldonebeca's Baby Jack

[welldonebeca]

The Boy (I)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid.

The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feels like.

The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet.

Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel.

WC: 2.5k words

Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Angst. Canon.

Masterlist

Jack watched his feet swinging for a moment, too short for the tall bed.

He didn't know when he had gotten this power. Maybe he always had it.

He remembered being a baby in his mother's womb and feeling how scared and afraid to have him out there in the world like a baby, so he made himself grown.

Or maybe it was something that came from absorbing Chuck's power, though most of it was gone - Free will was finally real.

Either way, Jack just knew that one day he was in his bed, watching TV on his laptop, and then he looked down on himself and he was just a small child.

He didn't freak out.

It wasn't like he didn't want it.

So he reached for his favourite teddy - talking Marwin, a gift from Cas - and hugged him close. It was so much bigger now, he needed more than just his hand to hold it close.

"What do I do?" he tried to ask, but the bear didn't answer, so he just went back to his show.

Bluey was very cool. The music was nice, and he wanted to be like her.

He wished he had someone to giggle around and play with, like Bluey had Bingo.

Jack kept watching for another hour, and by the time Sam was back to get him for dinner, he was older again.

He didn't understand what it all meant, but he didn't want to stop.

So, since he was an actual adult, he went online and got things for himself. Colouring books, toys, squishmallows - his favourite - and lots of soft clothes that made him feel very small.

Now, Jack knew he should tell someone. He knew he probably should have told his father, most especially. But thinking of telling him made him think of the empty and how he died because he was trying to save him, and his stomach would act all weird, and he knew he would cry if he was smaller.

They didn't talk about things because Jack had fixed everything!

So why mess it up again?

So, he kept it a secret. Dean always said that usually worked. And it did.

Until it didn't.

They were out to a hunt in New Orleans, in the swamps, and Dean was excited to bring Jack along. He wanted Jack to get better at hunting, which made him excited! He craved Dean's approval and worked hard for it.

Even though Dean's motto was ‘prepare for anything’, they were not prepared for five swamp witches. Castiel was able to take some on his own, but with his limited grace, he had to team up with Dean, and Jack did the same with Sam.

He tried to stay close to him, but then he was thrown into the lake, and when he was out, the witches had his dad in a chokehold of vines.

"No!" he cried out.

"You killed my sister," she hissed cruelly. "I'll take something from you, too, now."

The vines wrapped around him, pulling him into the mud, and Jack panicked.

"No, please," he tried to beg as Sam's face became red.

She couldn't hurt him, no!

"I'll drown you until you die," she taunted Jack. "And kill your father here right in front of your eyes, and you can do nothing about it."

"No!" he shouted, feeling his eyes glowing. "You won't hurt him! I won't let anyone else die!"

A blast of light came out of him and he couldn't stop screaming, until his throat was hurting and he was sobbing, tiny feet stuck in the mud and the vines weren't holding him anymore.

"Jack?!" he heard. "Oh my God."

Sam grabbed him, lifting him, and Jack whined, crying and crying, trying to stop but he just couldn't!

His emotions were too much, everything was too much.

He barely understood what the others said as Sam wrapped something warm and soft around him and rubbed his back, walking.

The floor was so distant now, he was so tall.

"It's alright," he spoke softly. "You are alright, it's alright."

But he just fisted his shirt in his little hands.

Of course he knew he was alright! But he was scared.

She had almost killed him.

"Are you sure he isn't hurt?" Castiel asked from behind him.

"I checked," Sam's big hands rubbed his back. "But he won't calm down."

He sat in the car with him, and he could hear movement around them.

"Boy might be small, but he's got some strong lungs," Dean grunted.

They could have died!

Again!

And he couldn’t see them dying again, he couldn’t!

What if he hadn’t saved them, and then they were hurt? And maybe one of the witches was still there and maybe she would come after them, and then his family would be hurt, and…

“Alright!” Dean spoke and the car suddenly stopped. “Give him to me. You drive.”

Sam froze, holding him.

“Dean…”

"I will not be driving back to the motel covered in swamp and witch guts with a screaming kid,” he interrupted him. “Hand him to me.”

Jack cried more. Was he mad at him?

Had he done anything wrong? Why was he so loud and angry?

Sam moved and passed him on, and Jack was ready to hear him saying he was crying too much, and was disturbing them and had to shut, up, but Dean just held him close.

“Hey, Jack,” he spoke softly, rubbing his back with a hand and petting his hair with another. “It’s alright. We’re safe, everyone is safe.”

Jack squeezed his shirt in his hand, trying to breathe. But before they weren’t!

“You’re safe,” he assured him again. “We are safe. We are going to be alright.”

He could just sniff, and Dean moved him back, looking at his face, and focused his green eyes on him.

“Can you breathe with me?” he asked.

Jack tried to nod, still sobbing, and Dean opened his mouth like a fish, taking his hand and putting it on his chest and doing the same with Jack.

“We suck in,” he instructed, and breathed in, and he tried to follow him along. “Hold it.”

Dean puffed his cheeks, and he did the same,

He raised his hand, and showed him his closed fist, counting up to five with it.

“And out,” he exhaled slowly.

He nodded, doing it with him, and Dean smiled softly.

“Again, okay?” he asked.

Jack let him guide him, and finally felt himself a little bit calmer, and rested his cheek on his chest, turning to the side as Dean just continued to rub his back, now slowly.

It was only then that he saw Sam.

He was all dirty, with big red marks on his neck.

Oh no!

He whined, unable to stop himself, and Dean brushed his hair back.

“Hey,” he called softly, making him look at him. “You’re scared for Sammy, that is it? He’s okay, it was just a scare. Sammy is a big boy.”

He nodded to himself. Alright, okay.

Yes, he was alright.

Sam was super strong. Well, not as strong as Cas, but still really strong!

He almost dozed off into Dean’s chest - the car was moving so nicely, and the noise felt good. But Jack woke up when they reached the motel, and he adjusted him in his arms.

“Okay, Jack,” he squeezed him a little, opening the door of the car. “Let’s get you cleaned up, uh?”

“I do it,” Castiel spoke before Dean could step out, and he turned to see him standing outside.

He felt him stopping.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, he’s like… he is a kid, we should-”

“He is my son, Dean,” Castiel interrupted him, firmly.

Jack turned to look at him, and stretched his arms to him, and put his head on his shoulder when his father picked him up.

Cas easily graced all the mud and blood away from him, but he put some warm water to place Jack in the tub, and knelt in front of him to scrub him clean.

He just wished they had some bath toys. The water felt so boring.

"Jack?" he called softly, rubbing soap on his arms and shoulders, to clean him. "Do you know who I am?"

He looked up and smiled. Of course he knew!

"Papa!" he cooed.

Castiel relaxed, his shoulders dropping a little as he relaxed.

“Yes, sweet boy,” he scrubbed his neck. “Do you know how this happened?"

Oh.

They didn’t know that it was Jack who had done this.

They probably thought it was the witch.

The witch who had been trying to hurt his dad, and then he-

"I hurt that lady," he realised, pouting and running his hand through the water while Cas ran shampoo through his hair.

"You were protecting Sam," Cas corrected him, and covered his eyes with a clean hand as he rinsed it off.

Still, Jack continued to pout.

"I don’t like hurting people..." he confessed.

Even if it was to protect other people.

Castiel sighed and looked at him, sad.

"I know, and you shouldn’t have to," he caressed his hair. "You seem to be all clean, are you ready to come out?"

Jack nodded. He usually liked bath time at the bunker, but there were no bubbles he could make and no toys he could play with, so he just let papa lift him up and bundle him in a towel.

When they walked into their room, seeing Dean walk past them, he raised his eyes to find Sam there in front of a mirror.

"Sam,” Cas squeezed him close. “Let me heal you.”

He shook his head, looking at them.

"No, no, Cas, you’ve used up a lot of grace,” he waved a hand to him, not even looking in his direction. “It’s just the skin, don’t worry."

When he turned around, his face softened the moment Sam saw him.

"Hey buddy,” he walked to him, and tickled his belly, making him giggle. “Your dad got you all cleaned up, uh?”

“He is not a muddy boy anymore,” Castiel joked.

Sam smiled and touched his face, hand looking huge.

"Well, it looks like Jack's clothes shrunk with him, but they’re all pretty dirty,” he told his papa and then looked at him. “So your tighty whiteys will have to do, little man, and you can borrow one of Dean's shirts."

He giggled.

Tighty whiteys.

He was still laughing about it as Sam pulled a Metallica shirt over him, covering him up like a dress - though Jack didn’t quite care - and jumped at the fluffy motel carpet when his feet touched it.

So fluffy!

“Are you sure he should be barefoot on this carpet?” Castiel asked, eyes focused on it as if he could see every stain down the molecular level. “It’s so dirty.”

Jack giggled.

Molecular.

That was a funny word too.

“Well, his socks are all caked with mud,” Sam remarked. “Plus, kids build up immunity. He’ll be alright.”

Jack fell seated, and then slapped the carpet.

Fluffy fluff.

“I didn’t hear the witch say anything before she died,” he told them, sounding more serious. “Are you sure it’s a curse?

“What else could it be?” Castiel asked back, and Sam sighed.

“We shouldn’t have gone on this hunt,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “But it’s what we do, right?”

The two exchanged looks, and his Papa tilted his head, looking sad and unsure.

“Does it always have to be?”

The question hung in the air before the bathroom door opened, and Dean looked over at them.

"Is that my shirt?" Dean suddenly looked at Jack and he smiled, pulling his legs under it.

"He needed clothes," Sam said simply, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

He was so tall.

Dean sighed

"That was the only shirt I packed," he huffed, but he didn’t seem to care, laying on the bed shirtless.

Oh! The bed!

He stood up and tried to climb up, grabbing the mattress and jumping a little.

He was too little to climb.

“Unkie Dean!” he whined.

Dean chuckled.

“You got it, buddy,” he flipped through the channels. “I believe in you.”

Jack stopped, surprised.

He did?!

“Okie,” he grabbed the mattress, trying his hardest.

“Do you want my help?” papa offered.

He shook his head.

“No, thank you,” he swung his leg up, propping it against the mattress to help him up. “I got it.”

He was able to throw his arms over, but the quilted blanket started to make him slip down just after he grabbed it, and Jack gasped, falling on his butt on the carpet.

“Oh no, poor buddy,” Dean laughed.

He pouted, feeling his lip trembling and about to cry, but suddenly Dean’s arm swung over the side of the bed, and he didn’t seem to notice it, just watching the TV.

This was his chance!

Jack grabbed his arm and used it to climb up right, and almost missed when he helped him move up, pulling his arm back and holding his leg.

“See?” he asked. “I told you that you could do it.”

He squealed, all excited, and jumped on the bed, happy.

“Papa, I did it!”

Castiel walked to him, putting his arm out, looking a little cautious.

"I’m so proud of you, angel," he smiled.

Jack giggled, feeling a little flushed as he fell and sat on the bed.

“Yeah, you are a baby angel, uh?” Dean teased, tickling his belly.

Jack huffed. Baby? He wasn’t a baby!

“I’m not a baby!” he held up his hand. “I’m five! Not a baby!”

Dean just chuckled

“Oh yes you’re right you’re not a little baby with a cute baby face,” he suddenly scooped Jack into his arms, trapping him between his chest, squeezing and tickling him more.

He couldn’t help laughing more.

“Be careful Dean,” Sam called, and he looked over to find him across the room in his pyjamas. “We don’t know if he remembers being potty trained.”

He wanted to frown, but only managed to laugh.

Of course he remembered how to use the potty!

“Daddy!” he called, squirming away from him. “Help!”

Sam hurried over and picked him up, freeing Jack from his brother's tickling fingers.

“You’re safe,” he smiled.

Jack watched his face, finding him a little conflicted, but just cuddled up to him.

“Daddy,” he yawned.

Oh, he was sleepy.

Sam moved to his bed and gave him space to cuddle up to him.

“Don’t think too much about it, Sammy,” Dean yawned. “Tomorrow we’ll get back to the bunker and we’ll figure out what to do.”

Jack squirmed a bit but tried to keep his eyes closed.

His bigger side was worried about what he could say when they got back home. He couldn’t be a baby forever, but he didn’t want to go back to being just Jack.

He relaxed when he felt a hand on his hair, brushing it back, and a kiss on his forehead.

“Sleep well, Jack,” papa’s deep voice soothed him while daddy held him closer. “I’ll watch over you.”

Maybe he could try to stay little for just a little longer.

[jayankles]

“And Cut!” - The Autograph

Pairing: Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader (Hunter Hardon x Venus Ryder)

Word Count: 673

Summary: Y/N and Dean are best friends and actors that work in a lot of adult movies together. In this short, Dean and the reader hang out for dessert and are recognised in public by a nervous fan.

There will be two different series for these stories. One called “It’s not illegal if you pay,” which will be all smut. And the other series will be called “And cut!” which will be focused on their life outside of work and filming. You can read them in any order or just as one shots.

Written for: @spndeanbingo​​

Squares Filled: Autograph

Dean moaned, his tongue flickered slowly back and forth. You tried to hold back your reaction but you couldn’t do it anymore. You burst into a fit of laughter.

“Dean, it’s just ice cream in a glazed doughnut…” You scoop your own spoon into the bowl, your ice cream tasting every bit of orgasmic as Dean displayed but you were pretty sure you hid your love for it much better than he did.

“Yeah but it’s so good. We have to come here at least once a week, maybe even twice.” He stopped taking another bite of the gourmet cold burger. “Obviously. But next time we gotta get fried chicken to put in one of these delectable doughnuts.”

Dean moaned once again and you couldn’t stop the inevitable eye roll that you knew would follow. And there it was. You had to snap a picture of this, especially for your personal instagram. Another would just be of you and Dean, a little flash or a little saucy show for the fans, you and Dean would come up with something, you always did. It was never easy getting that second picture but the two of you found a way to do it inconspicuous. 

“We’re so sexy. I like that one.” Turning the phone around, you showed Dean the masterpiece that tens of thousands of people would appreciate.

“Oh that’s hot. I bet you could post all of them and so many people would be jacking off.”

“Gross but true. I prefer if it was a woman but whatever gets everyone off.” Shrugging, you took another bite of your dessert, leaving just one more bite. As much as you wanted to savour it, it still wouldn’t be enough. Dean was right you had to go back there again, when you were allowed of course but you would just have to work it off later on. 

“Hi. I’m so sorry to bother you but… you’re Venus Ryder and Hunter Hardon, right?” A woman asked brazenly, albeit a little nervous.

“Hi, yes we are. How are you?” Dean asked, his hand rubbing up and down on her arm, noticing how she was jumping from foot to foot. “It’s okay. We’re just people.”

“I mean, we should be the ones who are nervous. You know us so you’ve probably seen us in all our glory.” You said, smiling when she giggled as you finished off your ice cream and wiped at your lips. “There you go. And just like that, we’re friends. But we’ll need to know your name first.” 

“Liana.” She smiled, shaking your’s and Dean’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m so sorry to ask this and ruin the moment but could I get an autograph and maybe a pic with you guys?”

“Sure. Of course. Let’s do it.” Dean declared, waiting for Liana to whip out her phone before he moved to her side. You positioned yourself on the other side, waiting for her to lift her phone so you could take as many selfies as she wished. When she was ready, you and Dean leaned in, a huge smile on all your faces, in the next photo you and Liana posed with pouty lips as Dean pressed his own to Liana’s cheek.

“You look so cute, you know how to take a good photo. If you post it, you have to tag us.” You smiled, signing the book she offered then handing it to Dean.

Checking the time on your watch, you realised it was time to head back to work. “Alright. Lunch is over, we better head back.”

“I’m sorry to keep you both, thank you for the photos and the autograph. I really appreciate it.”

Dean watched Liana walk away and you felt another bout of eye rolls coming your way.

“Hey Dean, you wanna tell your dick to take a break before we have to do our jobs later.” You grabbed your milkshake from the table and linked your arm with his. “Come on, Romeo. Time to make a living.”

I can’t wait to continue this! - Let me know what you think, if you have any ideas, or if you wanna be added to a tag list.

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Dean: @kenmen02​ @ain-t-bovvered​ @deans-baby-momma​  @ericaprice2008​ @shamelesslydean​ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ @wingedcatninja​ @mayasmedberg​ @kurosaki224-new-blog @valerieshubin @milo-winchester-4ever​ @sandlee44​ @ruprecht0420​ @akshi8278​ @smoothdogsgirl​ @dslocum89​ @plaidstiel-wormstache​ @ria132love​ @welldonebeca​ @iamabeautifulperson18​ @starry-chaos @deans-treasure @larajadeschmidt13​ @nyxveracity​ @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @adoptdontshoppets​

[girl-next-door-writes]

366 Day Reblog Challenge - June

1st - Turning Into Butter: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​

2nd - Eating The Last Slice Of Pie: @angelkurenai​

3rd - A Soft Secret: @musicalmuffindog1410​

4th - While You Were Sleeping: @kjs-s​

5th - I Hope She Was Worth It: @georgialouisea​

6th - Late Night Phone Fumble: @impala-dreamer​

7th - Magic Dean: @kittenofdoomage​

8th - Perfect Match: @acreativelydifferentlove​

9th - Keep You Close: @evansrogerskitten​

10th - Getting To Know You: @melonshino​

11th - The Other You: @hardcoresupernatural​

12th - Hot, Heavy and Happy: @baby-chanelle​

13th - Til Death Do Us Part?: @amanda-teaches​

14th -  Dean Imagine: @angelkurenai​

15th - Dean Imagine: @angelkurenai​

16th - What About y/n?: @bi-danvers0​

17th - Tell Me A Lie: @revengingbarnes​

18th - Flustered Dean Imagine: @angelkurenai​

19th - Little Spoon Dean Imagine: @angelkurenai​

20th - Imagine Eating Dean’s Pie: @sam-winchester-deserves-love​

21st - Nothing Is What It Seems: @hounds-of-helll​

22nd - Imagine Dean Asking You Out: @luci-in-trenchcoats​

23rd - Imagine getting close to Jack: @angelkurenai​

24th - Dada: @welldonebeca​

25th - Cruel Intentions: @sexualsam​

26th - Thank You For Loving Me: @jensengirl83​

27th - Secrets: @daydreamingintheimpalax​

28th - Imagine... A Day On The River: @luci-in-trenchcoats​

29th - Your Eyes Are Green: @carryonmywaywardbucky​

30th - Simple Favour: @becs-bunker​

[welldonebeca]

Baby Jack's The Girl (1)

Summary: When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again. WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Fluff. Domestic Winchesters. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Age regression.

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Masterlist

"Look," Claire chuckled when she gave Jack her phone. "Watch that!"

She didn't laugh a lot in front of other people, it was something that she almost only did with Jack.

They were hanging out together, laying across his bed.

The little one in the video was running to her father, apparently upset that he had messed her up with her sister.

"Me Harper, daddy."

He laughed. Sometimes, Claire showed him a couple of videos that were not that funny - people getting scared, and failing compilations, and he laughed to impress her - but this video was actually nice.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that one," she poked him on the arm.

Claire was always very cool to Jack. She was a skilled hunter and took no shit, always sassying Dean or Cas. She was very, very cool.

He raised his head when he heard a knock on the door, and Sam walked inside with two bowls in his hand.

"Hey, I brought you two a snack," he announced. "I thought you guys would like it, considering dinner won't be ready for a while."

Jack immediately sat up, excited. Apples! His favourite!

Claire didn't move, taking the bowl and still laying down.

"Dude, you are such a dad," she grabbed an apple slice and looked at Jack. "He is such a dad."

Jack frowned. What was wrong with that?

"And I'll be even more of one," Sam looked at her, not looking upset. "Sit up to eat, Clare, you don't want to choke."

She looked at him and then back at her phone, but he didn't move, and Jack could see she was feeling that.

"Fine," she grunted, sitting up and putting a pillow to support her back before leaning on the headboard of the bed. "God. You guys are so annoying."

Sam shook his head.

"Thank you, Claire," he said instead. "Enjoy your fruits."

He kissed Jack on his forehead before leaving, making him feel little inside. He wanted to whine that he wasn't small, but Sam always treated him the same, big or small.

"Let me know if you need anything," he affirmed.

He left and the moment the door closed Claire turned right to him.

"That's weird," she noted.

Jack almost blushed.

"Yeah, da- Sam can be a bit..."

Affectionate.

"Suffocating?"

"That's what Dean says," he joked instead of answering.

Jack ate his fruit, assuming Claire would do the same as they waited for dinner, but she didn't seem too happy lying around and doing nothing.

"Hey," she suddenly called. "You wanna go for a joy ride?"

He frowned, confused.

"What is that?"

She just smiled.

"Well, we get in the car and drive around," she told him. "For fun."

"Oh!" he exclaimed, understanding.

It sounded fun!

"I'll go tell Sam," he put his empty bowl aside.

Before he could, Claire grabbed his arm.

"Dude, listen," she stopped him. "I wasn't going to say anything, but just because you were born four years ago, it doesn't mean you are actually four, you know?"

Jack frowned. No, he didn't know.

"We are adults, come one," she reminded him. "Mommy Sam doesn't need to know where we are going!"

Well... Maybe it made sense? It wasn't like they would be gone for long.

"Okay?" he smiled weakly, and she grabbed his hand as they hurried out of his room.

Claire had a nice pickup truck that she drove around in, which she always said was good for hunting.

"Come on," she opened the door for him. "Let's see if there is anything to do around here."

There wasn't really anything, but Claire let the music play as they drove around, just stopping at a convenience store, and she was nice and paid for his nougat on her with her six-pack of beer.

Jack had had beer before, but once he started being little, he hadn't had any drinks like that.

She parked in a quiet place, and they sat outside, resting on the floor panel of the back of the truck while they drank.

"So, how's it been?" she asked suddenly, drinking from her can. "Since being God and... everything?"

He thought to himself.

"Well, I'm not really God, not anymore. Some of my powers are still there but it's not the same as before," he explained. "But it's nice that it changed. I hurt a lot of people before."

Jack thought for a moment about what he was going to say next, unsure.

"I Really wanted to fix everything when I had Chuck's power…. and then I started to think about Mary and my mum... Your mum too. I knew I could bring them back."

Claire sat straight up.

"What?!"

He gave her a sheepish look.

"And then I saw every pain, and suffering," he confessed, gasping, trying not to shake. "From the past and future. And I couldn't handle it."

"What the fuck, Jack," Claire huffed. "Is that why you gave it all up?"

He nodded meekly, drinking the rest of his can in one swing.

"I just... couldn't handle it," he panted, sniffing. "The only way I could was to scatter myself. Stop being myself and become one with the universe, but... I didn't want to leave. I like it here."

"Have you told them?" she asked softly, and the 'them' was obvious enough.

Jack shrugged, grabbing a second can, and playing with it a bit.

"I've already been too much for them," he mumbled. "I don't want to burden them more."

"Hey, don't say that," she punched his arm, as if that would take his bad feelings away. "They care about you! And whatever you did, it doesn’t matter. I mean... they have done a lot worse, come on."

He smiled a bit, calmer as her joke.

"I'm sorry about what happened with your family," he told her. "I guess we've both been dealt shitty hands."

Claire chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"Come on, there's still booze to drink."

He nodded along, and they finished the six-pack together, and Jack could feel himself a little buzzed.

"I like being around you so much," he confessed, laying down. "It's like having a sister."

"Awn," she cooed. "Thank you, Jack!"

She made silence for a moment, and sighed.

"I guess I always wanted a little brother," she admitted.

Jack smiled, and turned to his side when his phone rang in his jacket's pocket.

"Jack?" Sam asked on the other side, sounding relieved.

Oh, no. Was everything okay?

"No, Dean, he picked up!" he spoke quickly, not to him.

Jack sat up.

"What are you two?" Sam asked, so loud that Jack knew Claire had head him. "I've been texting you for an hour now, I was worried sick, baby!"

An hour? They have been out that long?!

Claire snatched the phone from his hand before he could answer.

"It's alright, Sam," she giggled, a little slowly, as if not to slur her words. "We'll be home before midnight."

"Wait," he heard from the phone. "Have you two been d-"

Claire hang up, and his eyes widened.

"Claire," he gasped. "Sam is going to be upset!"

Sam, not daddy, he reminded himself, struggling not to mix them up.

"What is he gonna do?" she joked. "Put us in timeout?"

Yes!

"I'm not scared of him," she decided.

"Jack," he heard, and jumped, startled.

Right behind him, Castiel was watching the two of them.

He wanted to hide behind Claire, but didn't, and just looked at Papa as he watched the two of them.

"Get in the car," he told them calmly. "We are going home."

Claire groaned but followed Jack into the truck, and he tried to control himself, so he wouldn't get small, but the alcohol didn't help him.

His head felt fuzzy and all he wanted was to drink some water and go to sleep.

Claire would think he was so lame and silly!

Once they got back to the bunker, papa held his hand on the way down the stairs, as if he knew his mind was smaller than his body, and Jack wanted to hide even more when he saw daddy pacing back and forth in the library while uncle Dean stood with his arms crossed.

"Oh, my baby," daddy sighed in relief, hurrying over to him.

Jack flushed.

"Claire, you should head to bed now, we need to talk to Jack," papa exclaimed calmly.

Claire didn't even move.

"Oh, come on, don't give him shit," she defended him, rolling her eyes. "He saved the world, he can have some beer!"

"This is not the problem, kid," Dean corrected her. "This is private."

Claire stomped, mad, and he knew she was about to yell just as Jack felt himself fit right in daddy's arms, small as be scooped him up.

"What. The. Hell."

He didn't want to turn to look at her, and hid in Sam's shirt, scared of what she was going to say.

"Claire, Jack has been through so much, and one way that helps him cope-" papa started explaining, but she stopped him.

"So what, he is your baby now?" she asked bitterly.

Was she... envious?

"When he wants to be," he said simply. "Yes."

"You think you can act like a dad when you ruined my life?" she cried, drunk enough that she could speak her true mind.  "When you took away my dad!"

Jack glanced at them, but Claire and papa were only looking at one another.

"Claire..." he sighed, eyes looking hurt, but not as hurt as hers.

She was crying now, with her eyes all wet.

"If anyone deserves another shot at being a kid, it should be me! But I don't get that, do I? I gotta live with how broken I am."

She stormed off into the bunker, most likely into her bedroom, and the room fell into dead silence before daddy got Jack's attention.

"Hey, baby," he spoke softly, getting his attention.

Jack looked up at him and pouted.

"I'm sorry, daddy," he mumbled. His head was so fuzzy.

"I'm just glad you are alright," daddy reassured him.

Uncle Dean chuckled.

"Do you think a baby can get a hangover?" he joked.

Jack looked for his papa, and he was still staring where Claire had stormed off to.

"Is Claire gonna be okay?"

Daddy sighed.

"I think she is sad, baby," he told him. "We will talk to her tomorrow, don't worry."

Jack fell with his head in her shoulder.

"I'm hungry," he mumbled.

Sam chuckled.

"Well, it’s a good thing uncle Dean finished dinner," he told him, handing him to Dean, who scooped him up.

He tickled his belly as he walked down to the kitchen.

"Did you have fun with your little joy ride?" he teased him.

Jack squealed, trying to push his hand away, but uncle Dean was crafty.

"I think you are going to like what I made tonight," he plopped him down on his highchair.

Jack waited as he set up his dinner, looking around for daddy and papa, but they weren't there, and when he looked back at the library they were talking in hushed whispers.

Jack wanted to know what they were saying, but couldn't. Papa looked very tired, and daddy seemed to know that, because he was rubbing his back and keeping him close.

"Hey, kiddo," Uncle Dean called. "Leave the adults to their own talk."

He put a plate of grilled cheese down, and Jack smiled happily. Oh, he really liked grilled cheese.

His mind moved to Claire as he ate his food. Jack understood her pain very much, they were both cheated out of childhood, but she didn't have his daddies and uncle or lean on.

She had Jody, yes, but Claire was never going to let herself be vulnerable to anyone.

But maybe... maybe Jack could give her a gift that would help.

He couldn't fix all the pain of the world, but maybe he could help hers.

. . .

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Coming Soon - Baby Jack's The Girl

The Girl, a sequel to Baby Jack's The Boy

Summary: When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again.

Coming to Tumblr on the 28th of May.

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Baby Jack's The Girl (6)

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Jack gave Claire a new dress and changed out of her big clothes before putting on the necklace, gasping when the world became bigger in the speed of a hiccup, but quickly dressed up again.

She didn’t want to leave him waiting.

“Let’s find daddy!” Jack exclaimed when she left the laundry room.

Her mind sparkled with an idea.

“We should prank him!” she grabbed his hand.

It was going to be so cool!

They ran together up the corridor, and she giggled when she saw her daddy covering Uncle Sam with a sheet as he snored on the couch over a big pink pad.

“Oh, I see you two have settled,” he commented, looking back at them. “Quiet now. Sam has had a long day.”

Claire pouted. Why did Uncle Sam had to nap now?!

“We were gonna prank him” Jack informed daddy, still holding Claire’s hand close.

Daddy looked more amused than displeased with the idea.

“Prank?” he asked. “Like what?”

She thought quietly, realising she really hadn’t thought of that.

“Maybe we can scream in his ear,” she decided. “And wake him up!”

She had done it with daddy before!

Daddy shook his head.

“No, honeybee, that would hurt Sam.”

She pouted.

So boring.

“Oh, we can write daddy on his face!” Jack suggested. “With a marker!”

“We don’t have markers,” daddy told them. “But we have sticker notes.”

Claire sighed, conceding.

Oh, well. It was what they had.

“I saw Uncle Dean doing it once,” Jack told her. “He glues a lot of them on daddy’s shirt. With like… kick me. And shaggy boy. And all those funny things!”

Claire giggled, but just because if papa thought it was funny then it had to be!

Daddy got them the sticky notes and she wrote 'kick' me and 'shaggy boy’ in the notes, because papa thought it was funny, and Jack put smiley faces on his notes, and 'I love you', and 'daddy'.

Daddy himself put a note in there, but it was just something written in his angel language, and she didn't understand what it meant. It was probably a joke.

Suddenly, he stirred, and she grabbed Jack's hand. People usually hid when they did pranks. They had to hide!

"Come hide, Jack," she whispered loudly.

Daddy chuckled, but she didn't wait for him, rushing with Jack to hide behind papa's chair, and Daddy hid behind her curtain.

Uncle Sam rose and when he looked in her direction, Claire crouched with Jack, not letting him see them.

"Oh, I sure am alone in the room," he wondered loudly.

Jack giggled, but she shushed him.

"Oh, then who put those notes on me?" he asked. "Daddy, shaggy boy... kick me? It sure must have been Dean."

She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Look at that, it's a very nice smiling face. And a heart and-"

He stopped, and she peeked over the chair.

Uncle Sam was reading daddy's note, and his face turned red, but he didn't say it aloud.

"Uh... Cas?"

Daddy peaked from behind the curtain.

"I am hiding."

Uncle Sam laughed, which made daddy smile.

"I like seeing you laugh," daddy told him.

Uncle Sam became even redder.

"Well, I like seeing you smile,"

Jack tugged on her hand.

"Let's find uncle Dean!" she whispered.

He started crawling away, and she was quick to follow him out of the room too.

Once they got out of the room, the two got to their two feet and ran out giggling, and found papa putting his books up.

"Papa!" she squealed, happy to see him, running quickly to him, and he knelt to catch them in open arms.

"And what are my two favourite little rascals doing running around like that?"

"We wanna play!" Jack exclaimed.

"And what do you guys wanna play?"

Claire made a loud humming sound, prank forgotten as she tried to think of what they could do.

"You know, I was thinking of baking some cookies," papa told them. "I could use some help."

She gasped.

"Yes!" she squealed.

Papa picked them up, all big and strong, she braced herself on his shoulder.

"It has to have lots of frosting!" she told him.

Frosting was very delicious.

Papa chuckled, taking them to the kitchen.

"Okay, first rule. Wash your hands. We don't want filthy germs on our cookies."

Claire nodded, and she and Jack quickly put soap on their hands, giggling as it got very, very foamy.

"Second rule, we get a foamy bathtub, not a foamy kitchen," papa warned them, taking them two to rinse them off. "And while we are there, let me tie your hair up, Claire bear. We don't want hairy cookies."

She nodded, and let papa set her hair up, whining when he pulled a bit too rough.

"Not too tight!" she protested. "Please."

"Oh, sorry," he apologised quickly, letting her hair loose. "You know, let me just braid it, what do you think?"

He moved his fingers quickly, and she sniffed but didn't cry, and Jack squeezed her hand when she reached to get it.

Her hair was very delicate! Daddy said so himself.

"There," papa made a bum with her braid and tied it low on her head. "Comfortable, Claire bear?"

She nodded, and he kissed her temple.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he apologised again. "Thank you for telling me I was pulling too tight."

"Thank you, papa," she told him.

He helped them dry their hands, and Jack and Claire could barely contain their excitement as papa brought out the ingredients.

"Now, I know flour is fun but we don't want a white kitchen," papa told them, spreading some on the counter and then in Claire and Jack's hands.

She should have listened to him, yes, but the flour was so fun she couldn't stop clapping her hands, making a flour cloud over them.

"Yes," he agreed, rushing to her. "And I will do it while you two pick the shape you two want."

She moved down form her stool, and Jack showed her the shapes. There were so many of them!

"Look, Claire!" Jack showed her. "An angel!"

She beamed. So many cool shapes!

They pulled and pulled together, and piled the ones they liked and just leaving the ones they didn’t want aside.

Claire chose the cool ones, like starts and a ghost, and a Christmas tree! Jack picked the angel and the snowflakes too, and they both agreed on a star!

“Okay,” papa called when they put the star on the counter. “Did you guys get all the shapes you wanted? We only have so many cookies.

“Yep!” Claire said happily for the both of them.

Papa nodded, finishing spreading the dough in a very long way, and she realised he had also made another dough without chocolate chips. They would have so many cookies!

“Alright, you guys can put the ones you don’t want back before we can start cutting the cookie.”

She whined, pouting.

“But papa!”

“No buts, Claire-bear,” he reminded her, softly. “We gotta keep the kitchen clean.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes, like big Claire would as she put them back. It only took a minute or two but it felt like an eternity!

Jack didn’t seem to mind helping, though. Maybe she should have let him do it on his own.

“Jack, you put the bag back, okay?” she told him, and Jack frowned, confused, but nodded.

“Okay!”

He strode to the cabinet with the bag, and she rushed back to papa, quickly getting all her shapes and placing them on the dough as papa watched her.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “Where are Sam and Cas?”

He shrugged. Why would she know?

“I don’t know,” she adjusted her ghost on the cookie dough.

“You don’t know?” he asked, and Jack climbed to his stool on her side.  “Could’ve sworn Cas said he was gonna check on you guys?”

“Papa!” Claire huffed. “I’m busy right now!”

She wanted to focus on her cookies!

“Daddy was sleeping on the couch,” Jack informed him. “Papa was checking on him.”

Her brother put his shapes on the dough too, and Claire looked at papa waitingly.

They couldn’t cut without him saying they could.

“Oh, and did he say anything?” papa asked. “To your daddy, I mean.”

She stomped, impatient.

“Papa!” she insisted. “The cookies.”

Papa laughed a little.

“Claire-bear I’m talking to Jack,” he told her. “The cookies aren’t going anywhere.”

Jack shrugged.

“Papa and h were being all silly like they usually are when they’re alone” he told him. “Papa even wrote him a note in angel language, and daddy’s face got very pink when he read it.”

Papa frowned.

“Wait, what did he-”

“Papa!” she whined loudly. “We can talk when we are baking the cookie! We need to cut them into shapes!”

He sighed.

“Alright, alright,” he decided. “Go on. Cut the cookies.”

She beamed, quickly pressing the shapes down. She tried to press them all at once, but her hands were too small, but she was very fast anyway.

When she looked at Jack, he was very slow, and Claire giggled.

“I can finish faster than you,” she teased him.

“Remember that you want a clean cut, Claire-bear,” papa told her. “So they look nice when they cake.”

Jack pouted, but said nothing.

“Here,” she reached for him. “Let me help!”

“No!” Jack whined. “My shapes.”

She frowned.

“But you are going too slow!”

Why didn’t he want to be fast?!

“Uncle dean!” Jack whined, trying to keep her away.

He was being stupid!

She was about to say it when she was lifted up by her armpits, and papa sat down with her on his lap.

“Papa!”

“Sweetheart, you need to respect Jack’s space,” he instructed her. “You wanted to be fast, and you were. But Jack doesn’t want to cut his cookies fast.”

She huffed again, crossing her arm, and papa brushed a bit off flour that had gotten from her clothes to his.

“What’s wrong, Claire-bear?” he asked. “Do you want to tell papa why you’re so huffy?”

Claire stopped. Well, she was a little huffy today, wasn't she?

"I don't know," she confessed.

Emotions were so hard.

She wished she understood why it made her feel all messy.

"Is there anything I can do?" papa offered. "Anything you think might help?"

She thought a little, feeling her face hot. And her head was aching too.

"Hug and water?" she asked.

"I can get water," Jack volunteered.

"And I can get the hug," papa smiled, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her, and Claire let him.

Well, it helped. It made her feel less hot.

"Are you ready to keep going or do you need more time?" papa offered.

She shook her head, and papa let her back to her stool.

"I want a hug too!" Jack asked.

Papa honoured it quickly, lifting him and giving him a big squeeze.

Papa gave the best squeezes. He and daddy. And Uncle Sam.

"Okay," he set Jack down. "Back to the cookies. Let's finish cutting them."

They worked on the cookies together and the shapes were very beautiful.

And lumpy.

Papa put them in the oven, and Claire squealed when she saw daddy and uncle Sam walking into the kitchen.

They could frost the cookies with them!

"Oh my God," uncle Sam exclaimed as she moved her hand to daddy's hair.

It was all messy!

"What? We are making cookies!" papa shrugged.

Uncle Sam glared at him frustrated as he picked Jack up, though holding him at a distance.

"What about you two?" papa asked.

"What about us?" daddy asked.

She fixed his collar. So messy.

Papa raised an eyebrow, and uncle Sam cleared his eyebrow.

"I better go clean them up," he walled to daddy and snatched her from him. "You two clean the kitchen."

He rushed out of the kitchen and Claire giggled, though not knowing why it was so funny.

"Sammy!" papa called.

They were already in the direction of the bathroom as they did.

Once they were in the bathroom, uncle Sam moved very liberally, cleaning them with a wet rag and stopping a little unsurely at her clothes.

"We need to get you clothes, Claire-bear," he told her. "Gotta talk to your dads about it."

"She can wear my PJs," Jack offered.

Uncle Sam hummed a little.

"Thank you, Jack. We will fix the problem tomorrow."

Uncle Sam poked her nose.

"We will go shopping and get you all pretty dresses."

She felt her cheeks a little pink.

Her own dresses?!

That sounded nice.

…

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Baby Jack's The Girl (2)

Summary: When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again. WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Fluff. Domestic Winchesters. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Age regression.

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Jack got up before his dads came to wake him up, a little bigger but still middling, and full of determination as he crossed the corridor and knocked on Claire's door.

He didn't hear anything but a grumble in response.

"Claire?" he tried to call her.

No response.

Had she left? He hadn't heard anything.

"I'm coming in," Jack decided.

He pushed the door open, and saw a large lump under the blankets of Claire’s bed, all curled up.

“Go away,” it grunted.

It was probably Claire. That was her voice, anyway.

So Jack walked over to her, sitting beside her bed, and sighed.

“Claire. I’m sorry.,” he spoke softly. “I shouldn’t have made you upset.”

She peeked from her blanked slowly, peeking at him, and he could see her eyeliner had smudged all over her face.

“It’s not your fault,” she mumbled. “It’s mine, for being all messed up.”

That didn’t make Jack feel any better.

Claire sat up completely, and shook her head, rubbing her hands on her face.

“I used to be so jealous of you, I wanted to hate you… I still do,” she confessed, eyes welling up. “And now you have a chance to be a kid, with parents who love you and won’t leave you!”

Jack knew a lot about Claire.

She was Papa’s vessel’s daughter, but her dad had given his body up - almost the way his mother had done - so papa could live amongst humans and protect them.

She was just a little kid when it happened, and it had hurt her very deeply.

Jack understood what it was like to hurt so much. They were alike in many ways, so, maybe, there was a solution.

“What if I could help you?” he suggested.

Claire turned to him with a confused face.

“What do you mean?”

He leant closer to her.

That was so hard to explain.

“Just trust me, okay?” he asked her.

She explored his face with her eyes, unsure, and finally nodded.

“Fine,” Claire accepted.

Jack touched her face gently with both his hands and felt his eyes glowing before Claire was engulfed with light, growing smaller and smaller, until she stopped, and while he didn’t know how old she was, he had a guest that it was when things went wrong.

When Papa came to the world, and she didn’t feel like a kid anymore.

Her mouth fell open in shock, and Jack watched as Claire took her hands to her head and her shoulders, touching her skin in pure confused.

“What?” she hissed.

“I know it’s weird, but it feels right, doesn't it?” he asked. “Maybe we can go to my room and I can show you-”

But before he continued, her eye welled up and her lips, trembled, and he stopped himself.

“I can make you big again,” he said quickly. “I can! I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

But she just wailed more.

“Daddy!” she sobbed.

Jack stared in horror. Oh, no, no, no! He wanted to make things better, and he made it worse!

Oh, no, what could he do?!

And all his body could do was cry with her, wailing and sobbing, scared.

When he opened his eyes, daddy was already rushing inside, and stopped frozen in shock when he saw them.

“Cas,” he called loudly. “I need you here.”

Daddy walked over to them and knelt in front of Jack, holding his hand.

“Baby boy, what happened?” he asked softly.

He panted, looking for words but not able to say anything, and just cried more.

When papa walked into the room, he stopped and looked at Jack, and then at Claire, and she seemed to noticed, because she cried more.

“Daddy,” she sobbed.

She got up from the bed and ran in his direction, and hugged his legs while papa looked completely confused, picking her up after a second of hesitation.

Claire held him tight, face hid in his shoulder and cries muffled by his shirt.

Daddy quickly scooped him up too, and he felt himself calming down. Or getting tired.

He wasn’t sure which was right, but he didn’t want to cry that much anymore.

“What do we do?” daddy asked, confused.

“We should hydrate them,” papa patted her back. “They’ll be thirsty soon."

Soon they were in the kitchen, and daddy quickly got him his sip cup, holding it as he drank cool water, and papa did the same with her.

Now that he was calmer, Jack could see how different Claire looked. Her hair was straight now, not curly, and all tangled from sleep, and she looked more… peaceful, of sorts?

She looked a lot like papa, too. He had never realised that before.

“Holy shit,” he heard, and turned to see uncle Dean frozen at the door. “They are multiplying.”

Jack hid his face in daddy’s neck, giggling, and felt his lips on his temple.

“There you go,” he rubbed his back gently.

Claire seemed to be snapped out of her crying state, and he watched as she squirmed off of papa’s arms and ran into uncle Dean’s arms, not saying anything as she hid in his neck too, and he stared at daddy with wide eyes.

“It’s Claire,” Jack confessed.

“I figured,” papa pet his hair gently. “But why is she this small?”

He looked away, hesitant, and played with his own hands, a little embarrassed.

“She was sad,” he told them. “And she said she couldn’t be a kid, so I did what I do. And… she is a kid.”

Papa and daddy exchanged looks, and he pouted.

“I thought it would make her happy,” Jack mumbled.

“Oh, sweetie,” daddy sighed, rubbing circles on his back.

Papa didn’t say anything, and Uncle Dean shook his head.

“Jack, you can’t just transform people into kids without asking them,” he scolded him, holding Claire tight. “Look at her, she is terrified!”

Jack gasped at his loud voice, hiding in Sam’s shirt.

“Dean,” papa stepped to him. “Do not raise your voice”

“Hey, no. The kid knows better,” he argued. “What if he can’t turn her back?”

“We’ll figure it out,” papa answered, firm. “But right now they’re both very upset, so we need to take care of them first.”

But he could turn her back! It was just like he did it with himself!

And yet, Jack couldn’t say it. He felt as if talking would make him cry again, so he drank his water.

“Fine,” Dean sighed, and took a hand to Claire’s hair, petting it a bit, trying to make her look at him. “Hey, Claire-bear. Let’s get air, why don’t we?”

She squeezed him tighter, and daddy sighed.

“That will be good for the kids,” he agreed. “Do you two want to have special breakfast, uh?”

Claire moved in his arms, mumbling something he couldn’t quite catch, and uncle Dean smiled a bit.

“Yes, sweetheart, we can go there.”

Jack, however, was too perked on the special breakfast part.

"There is a diner in town," uncle Dean told them. "So, how about we get our breakfast there?"

Jack looked up at him, now fully interested, though a bit nervous. He felt so small, and being around a lot of people was scary.

Daddy turned to look at his brother.

"We should get dressed up," he suggested. "I'm pretty sure we have something her size in Jack's room."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"Sammy, I know you like playing dress-up with Jack, but Claire is fine."

Daddy didn't look any happy with that.

"She is wearing jeans, Dean. Ripped up and not soft at all. That can't be comfortable!"

Uncle Dean sighed.

"Fine," he decided. "Come on, Claire. Let's play dress up with Uncle Sammy."

. . .

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Baby Jack's The Boy (3)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feel like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet. Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel. WC: 2.7k words Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Canon.

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Things changed a little at home after that.

Well, with Castiel, things didn’t quite change. He was still his father, still papa, but now he was a little more affectionate with them now - he asked about Jack’s emotions and how he felt, be it about things or just his day - and he liked that.

Dean was still the same, honestly. He played with him when he was tiny and hung out with him when he was bigger, and it was a little surprising sometimes - Jack didn’t even know he was this good with kids until he showed it, and they had so much fun when they played!

And Sam… well, Sam loved being a father. He liked being with him when he was little as much as he enjoyed being with him when he was big, but had so much fun!

Once, Dean said Sam was becoming more mummy than daddy, but Jack didn't quite understand that.

But he was so happy!

A knock on his door woke him up, and Jack felt the heaviness of his blanket just as papa walked inside.

"Oh, good morning, my angel," he hummed as he rubbed his eyes, sleepy.

Oh, he thought as he stretched on the bed. He was small!

"Did you sleep well?" papa asked, rubbing his belly, helping him sit up.

Jack thought for a moment. He vaguely remembered a nightmare - maybe that was why he was small now - but it was gone now.

"Hungry, papa," he said instead.

Papa laughed, looking so happy.

"Alright," he picked him up, and Jack put his arms around his neck. "Let's go then. Maybe we'll get you some cookie crunch?"

He beamed.

Oh, Jack loved cookie crunch!

Once they got to the kitchen, Jack could smell bacon and eggs, where uncle Dean was cooking and singing by the stove.

"Oh, hey there, little guy," he called when he noticed him.

"Jack?" daddy looked up from his phone, and beamed the moment he saw him. "Baby!"

He hurried over and scooped him from Papa's arm, making him squeal.

"Daddy!"

Daddy lifted him up above his head, and Jack laughed at being so high up - Daddy was so tall! - before he settled him in his arms, holding him close and kissing him all over his face.

“Good morning, my baby!” he exclaimed, but frowned once he looked at his clothes. “Cas, why didn’t you take him out of his pyjamas?"

Papa looked very confused.

“Jack likes his pyjamas," he answered simply, shrugging.

Uncle Dean chuckled.

“Oh, boy, here comes mother hen,"  he shook his head.

Jack looked down at his dino pj's. Did daddy not like dinosaurs?

"It’s not good for him,” daddy spoke, all orderly as if quoting one of his books. “Getting him out of his pyjamas will give him a healthy mindset, ready to start the day."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"You can get him all dressed up later, Sammy. It’s breakfast time!”

Jack clapped. Yes, yes. Breakfast!

“Now, Jack, you want your eggs scrambled?" he offered him.

He shook his head.

"Cookie crunch!" he happily announced instead.

Uncle Dean shrugged, just walking to the cabinet and pulling the box from inside.

"Dean-" daddy started protesting.

"Oh, don't go crazy, Sam," his brother interrupted him. "It's cereal."

Jack frowned, and daddy held him close.

"It is packed full of sugar," he petted Jack's hair and then looked at his face. "Sweetheart, why not try some of daddy's omelette?"

He looked at his plate.

It looked gross.

Big Jack liked omelettes.

But baby Jack wasn't big!

He squirmed.

"Cookie crunch," he whined, reaching for uncle Dean to try and get the box.

Daddy sighed as his brother poured him his cereal.

"Only a little bit," he tried to argue.

Jack slapped the table.

"Cookie crunch!" he parroted again. "And a-mount milk!"

He really liked almond milk.

"Well, you got the kid out of dairy at least," uncle Dean chuckled.

He sat down, placing his plate beside his cereal, and sat down, pulling him to his lap.

Jack wouldn't have minded sitting on the chair, but the table was too high for him.

Things calmed down while they ate, and all three men talked over him, chatting about big boy stuff, and Jack wasn't even paying attention until he heard uncle Dean beaming, excited.

"Oh, guess what?" he asked, sounding excited. "That new hatcher man reboot is streaming! Gonna finally watch it in the Dean gave."

Jack perked up.

Uncle Dean had told him about those films! It was all fake, from the blood to even the words they said.

"I wanna see too," he declared, whining.

They all looked at him, and uncle Dean's eyes widened.

"Uh, Jack," he spoke softly. "It's not exactly a movie for kids."

He frowned, pouting.

"But I'm a big boy!" he tried to insist, rubbing off the cookie crumbs from his chin. "I can watch it!"

Papa looked at him.

"Jack, that movie is not appropriate for the age of your headspace," he tried to explain. "While at this age, you are susceptible to emotions and panic of the unknown.”

Jack just stared at him, clinking, confused. Why did papa say so many big words?

"I mean, you cried when we put Marvin in the wash," uncle Dean pointed out.

He frowned. What did that have to do with anything?

"He wanted a bubble bath!" he argued in a huff. "Not a swirly one!"

His uncle just chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

Jack pouted, but continued to eat his cereal. He would watch the film with him because he could be a big boy! He didn't have to be little all the time!

“Well, speaking of plans,” daddy cleared his throat. “Jack, Castiel and I were talking, and noticed we need to buy you a few things.”

He looked at them, confused.

"More cookie crunch?" he asked.

What did he even need?

All three adults laughed.

"No, my angel," papa took his hand. "We were thinking different things. A high chair for you, maybe a stroller..."

"A car seat," Sam added.

He frowned.

Did he need a car seat?

The offers made him flush, though.

Those were all little things.

"I can sit in the car," he tried to say, spoon still in his mouth.

He had never been small outside of the bunker.

Sam reached for him, caressing his cheek.

"But it would be comfortable to have a seat for you, wouldn't it?" daddy offered.

Jack hesitated, and he petted his hair.

"We can just look," he assured him. "We don't have to buy anything you don't want."

He grabbed his fingers, unsure.

"Can we leave if I don't like it?" he asked.

"Of course, baby," daddy assured him.

Jack nodded slowly. Alright.

"Okay," he decided. "We can go."

Daddy smiled.

"Alright, let's finish eating and then we can get ready."

They did, and Jack had his stomach full when daddy took him back to his room and looked through his clothes to pick out an outfit.

"Oh, you would look so cute in your overalls today," he suggested.

Daddy always got him so many nice clothes! And he loved to dress him in overalls.

Jack clapped, getting excited, approving daddy's choice, and he was just getting him ready when papa  showing him his dino backpack.

"I picked some books for Jack to read in the car," he announced.

He ran over to his papa, taking his hand tightly in his, excited.

"Are you ready, little prince?" daddy offered him his other hand.

Jen raised his arm high. Daddy and papa were so tall!

They drove in baby with Jack on daddy's lap while papa drove, and he even got to read his favourite book, Little Prince - just like daddy called him! - and he looked out the window when they reached a place called target.

Daddy looked very giddy when he placed him in the car seat to relax as they got inside, and he looked around, all curious.

Papa stayed right by his side, holding his side as daddy took them to the children's section.

"Look, Jack," papa pointed at a shelf. "They got so many books."

His eyes widened. They did!

"Like a library!" he gasped.

Jack loved going to the library, it was his favourite place!

There was a passing giggle near him, and Jack hid behind papa's hand when he noticed a mum walking by them, trying not to feel embarrassed.

He was just a little boy, but this was so strange!

She parked beside their cart with her own, and Jack suddenly realised daddy wasn't with them, but in another aisle.

"Is he yours?" she asked, looking at papa with weird eyes.

Jack huffed, wanting her to go away.

"Yes, he is," papa answered simply, still looking at him, and brushed his hair into place while she continued to look at him.

She looked hungry. Maybe she needed a snack?

"Well, he looks just like you," she affirmed.

Jack dug through his backpack. Yes, she looked hungry.

"Well, his mother must be lucky to have such handsome boys around," she complimented them.

Papa didn't even look at her, but Jack could see a little bit of sadness on his face.

"His mother died in childbirth."

Jack pulled a banana from inside, probably placed by daddy.

The woman looked very shocked at papa's answer, and Jack showed her the banana. It wasn't too big - he didn't have a lot of space in his backpack with his books inside - but they were big enough for his hand!

"You look hungry," he told her.

She blushed deeply.

"Thank you for sharing, Jack," papa squeezed his hand, taking the banana and giving it to her.

Jack smiled, and then looked at where daddy was calling them with a hand wave.

"Look, papa," he tugged in his sleeve. "Daddy."

Papa nodded.

"Excuse me."

He pushed them away, leaving the woman behind, and Jack was happy when daddy scooped him up.

He tickled his belly a little bit, and he giggled.

"Guess what I just found?" he kissed his cheeks. "Check this out, Cas."

He carried him over and Jack's mouth fell open in surprise when he saw the many, many, many strollers.

"I'm trying to pick between those two," he showed them a big blue one and a red one. "This one has a lot of space, but this one is a bit more simple, which we could use to take Jack around town."

Jack frowned. They all looked the same.

"Oh, and this one," he pointed at a green one. "It is also a car seat, which is perfect for the roadtrips."

"They all look the same," papa shrugged.

Daddy rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Well, then which one do you like, Jack?" he asked.

Daddy put him on the floor.

Well, he didn't like red, it was too angry of a colour. Jack liked blue, though, it made him think of the colour of papa's eyes.

Oh, but green was the colour of daddy's eyes AND of dinosaurs.

"Green!" he decided.

Daddy looked a little surprised when Jack turned to him.

"That was fast," he remarked.

Papa picked the stroller box into their cart.

"We still need a high chair," papa reminded them.

Daddy lifted him, sitting him on his shoulders, and held onto his hair.

He could see the hungry lady looking at them, a little upset, but didn't pay any attention. She was so weird.

"Daddy?" he called as they walked.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why do you like baby shopping?"

"Well, I like shopping for you," he told him. "When I was a boy, I didn't have anything. Not even a high chair or a stroller... so I want to spoil you, baby."

Jack thought a little, holding daddy.

Oh. That was sad.

"You can buy me anything you want, daddy," he told him.

Daddy chuckled.

"As long as you are happy, baby, I don't mind," he assured him.

Jack smiled, and daddy gasped.

"Jack, look," he lifted him, carrying him in his arms, so Jack could see.

So many high chairs!

"Look, they have a dinosaur one!" he pointed at it.

His eyes grew, and Jack squeaked, all excited.

"Can I have it?" he asked. "Please, please, please?"

Daddy smiled.

"Of course, baby!" he affirmed, putting him on the floor and taking the box, putting it in the cart too.

Jack looked around, confused. Where was papa?

"Daddy?" he asked. "Where is papa?"

He seemed to realise it then, and picked Jack up.

"Let's look for him, little prince," he put him on his shoulders. "Can you use your high spot to do it?"

Jack squinted his eyes to look. Had the hungry lady caught him? He didn't know if they had any more bananas.

He covered his eyes a little and looked past the walls.

"There!" he pointed. "Behind the wall, daddy."

Daddy put him in the cart, quickly pushing it to get where papa was, and he frowned when he realised the hungry lady was right by his side.

"I noticed you have no ring on your finger," he heard her saying.

"I don't typically care for jewellery," papa said simply.

Jack looked up at Sam, hoping daddy could get the lady to go away, but stopped when he realised he looked a little mad. Well, not mad, but like how daddy looked whenever uncle Dean took his leftovers or sat on "the good spot on the couch".

He started pushing the cart quickly.

"Hey, Cas," daddy called from afar, and then stopped at his side, grabbing his arm. "There you are, angel. Come on, let's get going."

Papa looked confused, and the hungry lady had a strange expression on her face, which made Jack giggle as they left her behind.

They got to the register, and Jack waited as they prepared to pay for everything.

"Cas, what were you even doing?" daddy asked as he put the boxes in the rolling thing.

Papa looked at Jack and showed him what he had in his hand.

A stuffed dog!

It was all yellow and so fluffy!

"Papa, it’s a golden retriever!" he realised.

"When you were saying to Jack about how little you had, I remembered the stuffed dog you had in your youth," he explained to daddy.

Daddy looked stunned.

"You... wait, how did you know that?"

Papa shrugged.

"I know many things about you and your brother," he said, and then frowned. "Wait...that came out wrong. I can put it back if you'd -"

"No," daddy stopped him, blushing pink. "You don't have to. I mean, if Jack wants it then... you know."

Daddy showed it to him, and Jack quickly grabbed it, putting it with the boxes. Of course he wanted it!

"Thank you, Cas," daddy smiled. "It is very thoughtful."

Papa's face went pink too, and the lady worker cleared her throat when they just stayed in silence, looking at one another.

"Is that all?" she asked.

Papa and daddy looked away, all embarrassed, and Jack held his arms out to the lady.

"Uh, yes," daddy pulled his wallet from his pocket. "Thank you."

"Puppy?" he asked.

The tired lady smiled as she handed him the puppy.

"What are you going to call him?" she asked, all sweet.

Jack looked at the puppy's round eyes, trying to think.

"What about bones?" daddy suggested. "That's what I called my puppy."

His eyes grew.

"Oh, yes yes," he agreed. "I like bones."

He jumped happily in the cart while they wheeled it into the car, and giggled when daddy and papa tried to fix the big boxes into Baby.

When they all cramped inside, Jack sat on papa's lap for what might be the last time in the car.

"See?" daddy said, turning the car as Jack nuzzled into bones.

"Not that bad," he giggled.

"Of course, that strange woman was confusing," papa wondered, looking at his own hand for a moment, and Jack did the same. "What is her fascination with rings?"

Daddy cleared his throat.

"Cas, buddy, you really gotta learn hints."

Jack cuddled with his puppy, laying on papa's chest. Today was a big day, they did a lot of things. Maybe he could take a nap, so papa could carry him inside.

Things changed a little at home after that.

Well, with Castiel, things didn’t quite change. He was still his father, still papa, but now he was a little more affectionate with them now - he asked about Jack’s emotions and how he felt, be it about things or just his day - and he liked that.

Dean was still the same, honestly. He played with him when he was tiny and hung out with him when he was bigger, and it was a little surprising sometimes - Jack didn’t even know he was this good with kids until he showed it, and they had so much fun when they played!

And Sam… well, Sam loved being a father. He liked being with him when he was little as much as he enjoyed being with him when he was big, but had so much fun!

Once, Dean said Sam was becoming more mummy than daddy, but Jack didn't quite understand that.

But he was so happy!

A knock on his door woke him up, and Jack felt the heaviness of his blanket just as papa walked inside.

"Oh, good morning, my angel," he hummed as he rubbed his eyes, sleepy.

Oh, he thought as he stretched on the bed. He was small!

"Did you sleep well?" papa asked, rubbing his belly, helping him sit up.

Jack thought for a moment. He vaguely remembered a nightmare - maybe that was why he was small now - but it was gone now.

"Hungry, papa," he said instead.

Papa laughed, looking so happy.

"Alright," he picked him up, and Jack put his arms around his neck. "Let's go then. Maybe we'll get you some cookie crunch?"

He beamed.

Oh, Jack loved cookie crunch!

Once they got to the kitchen, Jack could smell bacon and eggs, where uncle Dean was cooking and singing by the stove.

"Oh, hey there, little guy," he called when he noticed him.

"Jack?" daddy looked up from his phone, and beamed the moment he saw him. "Baby!"

He hurried over and scooped him from Papa's arm, making him squeal.

"Daddy!"

Daddy lifted him up above his head, and Jack laughed at being so high up - Daddy was so tall! - before he settled him in his arms, holding him close and kissing him all over his face.

“Good morning, my baby!” he exclaimed, but frowned once he looked at his clothes. “Cas, why didn’t you take him out of his pyjamas?"

Papa looked very confused.

“Jack likes his pyjamas," he answered simply, shrugging.

Uncle Dean chuckled.

“Oh, boy, here comes mother hen,"  he shook his head.

Jack looked down at his dino pj's. Did daddy not like dinosaurs?

"It’s not good for him,” daddy spoke, all orderly as if quoting one of his books. “Getting him out of his pyjamas will give him a healthy mindset, ready to start the day."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"You can get him all dressed up later, Sammy. It’s breakfast time!”

Jack clapped. Yes, yes. Breakfast!

“Now, Jack, you want your eggs scrambled?" he offered him.

He shook his head.

"Cookie crunch!" he happily announced instead.

Uncle Dean shrugged, just walking to the cabinet and pulling the box from inside.

"Dean-" daddy started protesting.

"Oh, don't go crazy, Sam," his brother interrupted him. "It's cereal."

Jack frowned, and daddy held him close.

"It is packed full of sugar," he petted Jack's hair and then looked at his face. "Sweetheart, why not try some of daddy's omelette?"

He looked at his plate.

It looked gross.

Big Jack liked omelettes.

But baby Jack wasn't big!

He squirmed.

"Cookie crunch," he whined, reaching for uncle Dean to try and get the box.

Daddy sighed as his brother poured him his cereal.

"Only a little bit," he tried to argue.

Jack slapped the table.

"Cookie crunch!" he parroted again. "And a-mount milk!"

He really liked almond milk.

"Well, you got the kid out of dairy at least," uncle Dean chuckled.

He sat down, placing his plate beside his cereal, and sat down, pulling him to his lap.

Jack wouldn't have minded sitting on the chair, but the table was too high for him.

Things calmed down while they ate, and all three men talked over him, chatting about big boy stuff, and Jack wasn't even paying attention until he heard uncle Dean beaming, excited.

"Oh, guess what?" he asked, sounding excited. "That new hatcher man reboot is streaming! Gonna finally watch it in the Dean gave."

Jack perked up.

Uncle Dean had told him about those films! It was all fake, from the blood to even the words they said.

"I wanna see too," he declared, whining.

They all looked at him, and uncle Dean's eyes widened.

"Uh, Jack," he spoke softly. "It's not exactly a movie for kids."

He frowned, pouting.

"But I'm a big boy!" he tried to insist, rubbing off the cookie crumbs from his chin. "I can watch it!"

Papa looked at him.

"Jack, that movie is not appropriate for the age of your headspace," he tried to explain. "While at this age, you are susceptible to emotions and panic of the unknown.”

Jack just stared at him, clinking, confused. Why did papa say so many big words?

"I mean, you cried when we put Marvin in the wash," uncle Dean pointed out.

He frowned. What did that have to do with anything?

"He wanted a bubble bath!" he argued in a huff. "Not a swirly one!"

His uncle just chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

Jack pouted, but continued to eat his cereal. He would watch the film with him because he could be a big boy! He didn't have to be little all the time!

“Well, speaking of plans,” daddy cleared his throat. “Jack, Castiel and I were talking, and noticed we need to buy you a few things.”

He looked at them, confused.

"More cookie crunch?" he asked.

What did he even need?

All three adults laughed.

"No, my angel," papa took his hand. "We were thinking different things. A high chair for you, maybe a stroller..."

"A car seat," Sam added.

He frowned.

Did he need a car seat?

The offers made him flush, though.

Those were all little things.

"I can sit in the car," he tried to say, spoon still in his mouth.

He had never been small outside of the bunker.

Sam reached for him, caressing his cheek.

"But it would be comfortable to have a seat for you, wouldn't it?" daddy offered.

Jack hesitated, and he petted his hair.

"We can just look," he assured him. "We don't have to buy anything you don't want."

He grabbed his fingers, unsure.

"Can we leave if I don't like it?" he asked.

"Of course, baby," daddy assured him.

Jack nodded slowly. Alright.

"Okay," he decided. "We can go."

Daddy smiled.

"Alright, let's finish eating and then we can get ready."

They did, and Jack had his stomach full when daddy took him back to his room and looked through his clothes to pick out an outfit.

"Oh, you would look so cute in your overalls today," he suggested.

Daddy always got him so many nice clothes! And he loved to dress him in overalls.

Jack clapped, getting excited, approving daddy's choice, and he was just getting him ready when papa  showing him his dino backpack.

"I picked some books for Jack to read in the car," he announced.

He ran over to his papa, taking his hand tightly in his, excited.

"Are you ready, little prince?" daddy offered him his other hand.

Jen raised his arm high. Daddy and papa were so tall!

They drove in baby with Jack on daddy's lap while papa drove, and he even got to read his favourite book, Little Prince - just like daddy called him! - and he looked out the window when they reached a place called target.

Daddy looked very giddy when he placed him in the car seat to relax as they got inside, and he looked around, all curious.

Papa stayed right by his side, holding his side as daddy took them to the children's section.

"Look, Jack," papa pointed at a shelf. "They got so many books."

His eyes widened. They did!

"Like a library!" he gasped.

Jack loved going to the library, it was his favourite place!

There was a passing giggle near him, and Jack hid behind papa's hand when he noticed a mum walking by them, trying not to feel embarrassed.

He was just a little boy, but this was so strange!

She parked beside their cart with her own, and Jack suddenly realised daddy wasn't with them, but in another aisle.

"Is he yours?" she asked, looking at papa with weird eyes.

Jack huffed, wanting her to go away.

"Yes, he is," papa answered simply, still looking at him, and brushed his hair into place while she continued to look at him.

She looked hungry. Maybe she needed a snack?

"Well, he looks just like you," she affirmed.

Jack dug through his backpack. Yes, she looked hungry.

"Well, his mother must be lucky to have such handsome boys around," she complimented them.

Papa didn't even look at her, but Jack could see a little bit of sadness on his face.

"His mother died in childbirth."

Jack pulled a banana from inside, probably placed by daddy.

The woman looked very shocked at papa's answer, and Jack showed her the banana. It wasn't too big - he didn't have a lot of space in his backpack with his books inside - but they were big enough for his hand!

"You look hungry," he told her.

She blushed deeply.

"Thank you for sharing, Jack," papa squeezed his hand, taking the banana and giving it to her.

Jack smiled, and then looked at where daddy was calling them with a hand wave.

"Look, papa," he tugged in his sleeve. "Daddy."

Papa nodded.

"Excuse me."

He pushed them away, leaving the woman behind, and Jack was happy when daddy scooped him up.

He tickled his belly a little bit, and he giggled.

"Guess what I just found?" he kissed his cheeks. "Check this out, Cas."

He carried him over and Jack's mouth fell open in surprise when he saw the many, many, many strollers.

"I'm trying to pick between those two," he showed them a big blue one and a red one. "This one has a lot of space, but this one is a bit more simple, which we could use to take Jack around town."

Jack frowned. They all looked the same.

"Oh, and this one," he pointed at a green one. "It is also a car seat, which is perfect for the roadtrips."

"They all look the same," papa shrugged.

Daddy rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Well, then which one do you like, Jack?" he asked.

Daddy put him on the floor.

Well, he didn't like red, it was too angry of a colour. Jack liked blue, though, it made him think of the colour of papa's eyes.

Oh, but green was the colour of daddy's eyes AND of dinosaurs.

"Green!" he decided.

Daddy looked a little surprised when Jack turned to him.

"That was fast," he remarked.

Papa picked the stroller box into their cart.

"We still need a high chair," papa reminded them.

Daddy lifted him, sitting him on his shoulders, and held onto his hair.

He could see the hungry lady looking at them, a little upset, but didn't pay any attention. She was so weird.

"Daddy?" he called as they walked.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why do you like baby shopping?"

"Well, I like shopping for you," he told him. "When I was a boy, I didn't have anything. Not even a high chair or a stroller... so I want to spoil you, baby."

Jack thought a little, holding daddy.

Oh. That was sad.

"You can buy me anything you want, daddy," he told him.

Daddy chuckled.

"As long as you are happy, baby, I don't mind," he assured him.

Jack smiled, and daddy gasped.

"Jack, look," he lifted him, carrying him in his arms, so Jack could see.

So many high chairs!

"Look, they have a dinosaur one!" he pointed at it.

His eyes grew, and Jack squeaked, all excited.

"Can I have it?" he asked. "Please, please, please?"

Daddy smiled.

"Of course, baby!" he affirmed, putting him on the floor and taking the box, putting it in the cart too.

Jack looked around, confused. Where was papa?

"Daddy?" he asked. "Where is papa?"

He seemed to realise it then, and picked Jack up.

"Let's look for him, little prince," he put him on his shoulders. "Can you use your high spot to do it?"

Jack squinted his eyes to look. Had the hungry lady caught him? He didn't know if they had any more bananas.

He covered his eyes a little and looked past the walls.

"There!" he pointed. "Behind the wall, daddy."

Daddy put him in the cart, quickly pushing it to get where papa was, and he frowned when he realised the hungry lady was right by his side.

"I noticed you have no ring on your finger," he heard her saying.

"I don't typically care for jewellery," papa said simply.

Jack looked up at Sam, hoping daddy could get the lady to go away, but stopped when he realised he looked a little mad. Well, not mad, but like how daddy looked whenever uncle Dean took his leftovers or sat on "the good spot on the couch".

He started pushing the cart quickly.

"Hey, Cas," daddy called from afar, and then stopped at his side, grabbing his arm. "There you are, angel. Come on, let's get going."

Papa looked confused, and the hungry lady had a strange expression on her face, which made Jack giggle as they left her behind.

They got to the register, and Jack waited as they prepared to pay for everything.

"Cas, what were you even doing?" daddy asked as he put the boxes in the rolling thing.

Papa looked at Jack and showed him what he had in his hand.

A stuffed dog!

It was all yellow and so fluffy!

"Papa, it’s a golden retriever!" he realised.

"When you were saying to Jack about how little you had, I remembered the stuffed dog you had in your youth," he explained to daddy.

Daddy looked stunned.

"You... wait, how did you know that?"

Papa shrugged.

"I know many things about you and your brother," he said, and then frowned. "Wait...that came out wrong. I can put it back if you'd -"

"No," daddy stopped him, blushing pink. "You don't have to. I mean, if Jack wants it then... you know."

Daddy showed it to him, and Jack quickly grabbed it, putting it with the boxes. Of course he wanted it!

"Thank you, Cas," daddy smiled. "It is very thoughtful."

Papa's face went pink too, and the lady worker cleared her throat when they just stayed in silence, looking at one another.

"Is that all?" she asked.

Papa and daddy looked away, all embarrassed, and Jack held his arms out to the lady.

"Uh, yes," daddy pulled his wallet from his pocket. "Thank you."

"Puppy?" he asked.

The tired lady smiled as she handed him the puppy.

"What are you going to call him?" she asked, all sweet.

Jack looked at the puppy's round eyes, trying to think.

"What about bones?" daddy suggested. "That's what I called my puppy."

His eyes grew.

"Oh, yes yes," he agreed. "I like bones."

He jumped happily in the cart while they wheeled it into the car, and giggled when daddy and papa tried to fix the big boxes into Baby.

When they all cramped inside, Jack sat on papa's lap for what might be the last time in the car.

"See?" daddy said, turning the car as Jack nuzzled into bones.

"Not that bad," he giggled.

"Of course, that strange woman was confusing," papa wondered, looking at his own hand for a moment, and Jack did the same. "What is her fascination with rings?"

Daddy cleared his throat.

"Cas, buddy, you really gotta learn hints."

Jack cuddled with his puppy, laying on papa's chest. Today was a big day, they did a lot of things. Maybe he could take a nap, so papa could carry him inside.

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"The Boy" is part of The Baby Jack Series and was posted on Patreon on April 2023. To read it and the two sequels, "The Girl" and "The Flu", consider subscribing to my page! It's just $2 a month and I promise you won't regret it.

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The Boy (2)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feels like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet. Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel. WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Angst. Canon. Minor Samstiel;.

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Jack clapped his hands, sat over daddy's knee, excited as uncle Dean pressed the buttons of the microwave to make his pancakes.

He was still small when he woke up, a little freer than ever before, a little happier too.

He was a baby! Their baby!

Daddy was already eating, it was a salad, a green looking thing, and tried to feed it to him, but it was gross!

"Pancakes!" he shouted, slapping the table.

Uncle Dean laughed.

"Don't worry, Jack," papa explained it to him calmly. "The pancakes are almost done."

The microwave beeped, and uncle Dean took the pancakes from inside it and set it in front of him with a bottle of syrup aside.

"There ya go, boy," he told him. "Pancakes."

His eyes grew. They looked so tasty!

"You should cut them up, Dean," daddy tried to say.

Before anyone could take his pancakes away, Jack reached up and grabbed one small one, shoving it into his mouth.

"Let me take this," papa grabbed the syrup. "He doesn't need this much sugar."

Jack didn't care! It was easier to eat like this without syrup and with his hands.

They all waited for him to finish up, and uncle Dean took his plate away when he was done before they had to go.

"Time to get into your clean clothes, baby," daddy cooed, kissing his cheeks.

Jack giggled. He liked that! Kisses were so fun!

Once, when he was big, Sam kissed his forehead, but it was only when he was sick.

But now he was small, and he was kissing his cheeks and his forehead, and was petting his hair, and it was all so nice.

Sam kept kissing him while he dressed him up and looked so happy. He even blew raspberries into his belly!

"Wow, Sam. You are really acting like a dad, uh?" uncle Dean teased him.

Papa hummed along.

"You really do," he remarked.

Daddy flushed, flustered.

"He is probably scared, Dean," he mumbled, picking him up. "He needs affection."

Jack smiled, cuddling up with him. Daddy was always good, he made sure he wasn't scared. When Dean was being mean, daddy always made him feel safe.

No matter what, Sam wanted him to be happy. And Jack wanted to be like this forever.

Once they were out, papa took him and sat him on his lap for the car ride. They didn't have any car seats, but he didn't mind. Papa's grip was stronger than any car seat.

He held papa's hand as the car moved, soothed by the movement, but his worries started to grow when he realised where they were and how much closer to the bunker they were now.

And then, he wasn't feeling so small anymore.

What would they say when he got bigger again?

Jack wasn't a good liar, they would find out if he was hiding things.

But it was so good!

He huffed and kicked the air.

Why couldn't he be a baby all the time?!

"Jack, baby?" papa asked. "What is wrong?"

He just whined. Jack wanted to speak, but his throat was all clogged up! All he could do was whine and squirm.

"Maybe he needs a nap?" Uncle Dean suggested.

He kicked more. No nap! He wanted the car to stop! He didn't want to go back home!

Jack wanted to stay in his tiny room and get small pancakes, and be tiny, cause he was a tiny boy!

Still, Papa reached for him and got him in his arms, rocking him lovingly, and pressing his cheek against his chest, caressing his hair.

Suddenly, he felt his chest vibrating, and heard him humming a song.

Jack looked up at him with watery eyes as papa sang him a song, feeling calmer, but scared.

"I'm sorry, Papa," he said slowly, dozzy. "Don't be mad."

He fell asleep, hoping everyone else wasn't so confused as he slept.

When he woke up, he was still in his papa's arms, but he was walking now.

Jack wanted to be put down, but he was so sleepy, and being held was so nice.

"We should go lay him down in this bed, and then we can start researching," daddy instructed.

Papa squeezed him a little closer.

"I can watch him sleep," he affirmed. "I don't want him to fall over."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"He is not an infant, Cas. Jack is... What? Five? Just put pillows around him and he'll be good."

They were back at the bunker? In his room?

Wait!

"The kid has a lot of stuffed animals, uh?" Dean wondered out loud. "Pretty soft, though."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

No, no!

" I haven't been in Jack's room for some time," papa said.

His ears suddenly picked up the rustling of paper, and he opened his eyes and turned to look, finding daddy holding in his hands was his drawing of their family.

His breathing grew fast, and he started to cry aloud, and in a blip, he was out of his papa's arm and on the floor, somewhere else, panicking.

He looked around. He was still in the bunker, in the Dean cave.

Jack crawled to hide.

They were gonna be mad at him! He wanted to be big right now - he had to leave properly - but he was still so little and being away from his daddies was so scary.

He stayed under the couch, trying to calm down but he couldn't stop crying!

But it didnt take long for them to find him

"Jack!" Dean called out, and he could see his feet before he knelt to try to grab him, but Jack cried and scooted farther back.

"Dean, please," he heard papa's voice, and saw his shoes from far away. "Jack, baby, please come out. We can talk."

No, no. They were mad! They were going to be mad at him!

There was quiet and silence for a bit, and he felt his worry growing.

Had they left?

Jack jumped when a big hand reached out and stopped a bit away from him.

"Jack?" daddy asked softly. "It's alright, no one is mad at you."

He sniffed. Yes, they were!

"Was that your drawing? The one I saw?"

He perked up.

"Yes," Jack mumbled.

He loved that drawing. He remembered wanting to show Sam, but not like this!

"It's a beautiful drawing," be praised. "You are such a good artist."

Jack stopped sniffling and flushed.

He was?

He saw daddy moving, and he sat down by the couch.

"You must have worked really hard," he remarked

He did! Jack had even tried to colour his family's aura, but some colours were just not easy to make with his twelve crayons.

"You know, I think I want to put it up in the fridge," he told him. "But I want you to see me doing it."

Jack slowly grabbed daddy's hand, too small to get more than two of his fingers and hold them tight.

"Not mad?" he asked softly.

"I promise you," he affirmed. "Not mad."

He crawled out, and his daddies were waiting, and uncle Dean tilted his head.

"I'm pretty sure nothing can fit under the couch," he mumbled to papa.

Papa didn't even look at him, quickly moving to Jack.

"Baby. You are all dusty," he picked him up, cleaning his head.

Jack looked over at Sam, all hopeful.

"Drawing?"

Daddy nodded and gestured for everyone to follow him.

They all went to the kitchen, and daddy proudly placed his drawing on the door with a magnet.

Jack's heart soared. He never thought he could see his drawing on the fridge! Now he would see it everyday and his daddies would know he loved them!

"Jack?" papa called softly, and he turned to look at him.

Papa gave him a look.

Oh. Yes. Love meant being honest, too.

"The lady witch didn't do this to me," he confessed. "I did it to me."

Dean cleared his throat.

"So you made yourself into a kid?" he asked.

He nodded, and Sam touched his hand gently.

"Do you... Do you want to be a kid?" daddy asked, worried.

Jack nodded but stopped.

"Not all the time," he told them. "I like being big sometimes. I like driving and doing big boy things."

He fumbled with his shirt.

"I wish I was a baby," he told them. "I remember when I was born and I had to be big really fast, and I didn't want that."

His stomach twisted and his nose went all sniffly again.

It was sad because it was true.

Jack heard sniffling and it wasn't his own, and when he looked, he saw papa was crying.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he squeezed him. "I should have protected you, and raised you!"

He reached for his face, caressing it.

"It's okay, papa," he told him. "You are here now and I'm not scared anymore, I promise!"

He held him close for a long time, squeezing and rocking him, and Jack felt his eyes heavy.

"I'm tired," he mumbled.

Daddy and uncle Dean chuckled.

Crying was really tiring.

"Let's get you to your bed," Sam cooed, and they walked back to his room.

Papa put him on his bed, and uncle Dean watched them from the door as daddy entered along.

"Do you want your teddy?" papa offered as he laid him down.

"Marvin," he cooed.

Daddy gave the bear to him, and Jack held it close.

Jack curled in this bed with his bear. He knew they would talk more later, but right now he was a little boy, and his big bad didn't feel lonely anymore, but comforting as papa rubbed his back and led him to sleep.

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[welldonebeca]

The Baby Jack Series

During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feels like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet.

The Boy

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feels like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet. Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel. Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Angst. Canon. Minor Samstiel.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

The Girl

When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

The Flu

Summary: Claire gets sick. Jack tries to help and gets sick too, and something about Uncle-Daddy and Daddy-Papa clicks with the kids.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 - on Patreon.

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Baby Jack's The Girl (7)

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Claire was very excited in the car as Papa drove them to the big, big mall.

They were going to get her new clothes! Her own clothes, things she wouldn't need to share with Jack anymore!

She was big enough that she didn't need a car seat like Jack, but was still securely seated with the seat belt with daddy between them.

"Are you excited, little love?" daddy asked sweetly, touching her braids.

Papa had done them before they left the bunker, and she really liked them!

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Now, if you don't like it, we can always go home," daddy assured her.

"And if you are really good, you can get some cinnabons!" papa added, looking all happy.

She gasped.

Ooooh, she loved cinnabons!

"Jack, we can get cinnabons!" she whispered happily.

But Jack wasn't paying attention, just sleeping on bones and sucking his thumb.

"Oh," uncle Sam exclaimed, reaching for his bag. "No dirty thumbs here!"

He puled Jack's finger slowly and replaced it with his binkie.

"There you go."

Claire giggled.

Uncle Sam was so overprotective.

Jack didn't even seem to notice, just continue to sleep and suck on it.

Finally, papa parked up, and she looked up at him when he groaned.

"God, this place is packed," he sighed. "Remind me again why we couldn't just go to goodwill?"

Uncle Sam shook his head.

"We can afford firsthand clothes, Dean," he reminded him. "We leave goodwill for people who actually need it."

Papa shook his head, but unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Fine," he opened the door. "But if you get convinced to buy something at a kiosk, we're leaving."

Uncle Sam just rolled his eyes, also leave the car.

Daddy left too, and before she could put her feet on the ground, he picked her up.

"No, no, daddy," she shook her head. "I can walk!"

He exchanged a look with Uncle Sam, but put her on the floor, and offered her a hand while Uncle Sam put Jack in a stroller.

Her little brother stirred, opening his eyes slowly.

"Are we here?" he asked, pulling the pacifier out.

Uncle Sam knelt to look at him.

"Yes, we are, sweetie," he adjusted him on the stroller. "Do you wanna wake up?"

Jack thought for a moment, but popped the pacifier back in his mouth and closed his eyes, making his daddy laugh.

"Alright," he pulled the cover to protect him from the sun.

"Jack's too tired?" she asked, worried, as they walked across the car park carefully.

That wasn't nice. She wanted him to have fun!

"Nah, baby, the car ride probably got him all tired out," papa told her, patting his brother's head. "Sammy was the same."

Uncle Sam slapped his hand away, glaring at him.

"We need to get Claire one of those," daddy pointed out, changing the subject.

"But I'm a big girl!" she argued.

"Big kids also get strollers too," he told her. "Just a different model."

Claire huffed, pouting.

“I would be fine carrying you when you’re tired, but you might be more careful,” papa told her

She just said she wanted to walk on her own! She didn’t need a stroller!

"Well, I don't need it," she decided.

Everyone just hummed a little.

"Alright, Claire Bear," papa pet her hair.

They walked inside, and she gasped when she saw the place inside.

It was so big!

She had been to malls when she was bigger, but everything was so gigantic now!

And there were so many people.

Claire squeezed daddy's hand tight, to protect him, obviously.

"Come on," papa called them. "The store is this way."

They followed him, and she tried to be closer to daddy as they walked.

Such big steps! They walked very fast.

"Sir, would you like to-" a guy started talking.

"Nope," papa interrupted him. "No kiosk for me. Don't even look at me."

She giggled, and heard a lady doing the same.

"Are you sure, sure?" she asked.

Claire looked at her, and daddy did the same.

"Well... you're going to be that nice about it..."  he smiled.

That lady must have been very cold, because her clothes were small and didn't cover her very much.

"Come on, Claire," papa spoke softly. "Your dad can follow us once he is done."

Claire didn't care much, just following on with them to the big store.

It was so colourful!

Papa let go of her hand, and she squealed, excited with the free range to fun away.

"Come on!" she called them, rushing to try to find nice things.

Uncle Sam followed her while papa stayed with Jack, and she gasped when he showed her a blue dress, all twirly.

"What do you think about this one?" he asked her. "And we can get the blue pyjamas with the same print on the front."

She looked at the print and... it was Bluey!

"Do you want to pick some nice socks?" he offered her.

She nodded.

"Okay."

He guided her to another area, carrying the big bag for her and letting her walk alone.

"Oh, look," she pointed. "Bee socks! And Bluey! And princess!"

And so many cool socks!

Uncle Sam chuckled a little, picking them up.

She was so excited she didn't even notice when someone walked to their side.

"Well, ain't someone spoiling his little princess," a woman giggled.

Claire looked up, and it was a lady with a big smile with a little gap at the front.

"Aren't you an adorable little princess?" she cooed. "So pretty."

Claire rushed to hide behind his leg, hiding from her.

She didn't like strangers, she really didn't.

“Oh," Uncle Sam said quickly, and petted her hair. "She’s a little shy.”

The woman didn't even look at Claire again.

“I just couldn’t help but notice how much you’re doing for your little girl," she stepped closer to them. "Most dads wouldn’t.”

Claire frowned. He wasn't her dad!

"Oh, well... uh... I'm her uncle, so..."

"Oh, her uncle," she sounded happier. "That's interesting!"

Uncle Sam shifted on his feet.

"Yeah," he spoke slowly.

“I also couldn’t help but notice the lack of a ring on your finger?” she pointed out.

Why would he wear a ring, though?

Claire squinted at the woman.

Was she trying to hit on him?

Ew, that was so gross!

She tugged on his pant leg, and Uncle Sam turned to look at her, but the woman quickly got his attention again.

"I'll go to daddy," she mumbled.

"Claire, wa-"

She ran to daddy. Uncle Sam could deal with the weird lady all alone.

He was still with Jack, but holding some shoes for her.

"Daddy, daddy!" she grabbed him.

He looked at her, all worried.

"Claire!" he stood straighter. "What are you doing alone? Where is Sam?"

She cringed.

"They were flirting!" she hugged. "Yuck! Gross!"

Daddy looked surprised and confused.

"Who is flirting?"

Before she could answer, he put the shoes in a bag.

"Take me there, sweetheart, lets find your uncle."

He walked them down, and then daddy stopped when they could see Uncle Sam.

"Sit here," he instructed her, showing the chair. "And stay with Jack, okay?"

She nodded.

Was daddy upset?

Maybe he didn't like strangers, like Claire.

Uncle Sam looked very, very uncomfortable. The lady almost had him against the wall.

He looked very relieved when daddy stopped by them.

Claire couldn't hear them, but it was easy to see that Uncle Sam looked like he was being saved from a boogie monster.

But then he kissed him?!

Claire was shocked. She didn't know they kissed!

Uncle Sam didn't seem to know either, cause he looked very surprised, with his eyes wide and jaw slack as daddy dragged him back.

"Ew!" she whined. "You kissed!"

He blushed, but daddy didn't care.

"Yes, little love, people kiss."

She cringed more. Yuck!

"That's gross!"

Daddy scoffed.

"I give you kisses," he pointed out.

Claire shook her head.

"Not on my lips!" she argued. "On the lips it is gross!"

Didn't he know?!

Suddenly, daddy kissed her cheek, and Uncle Sam did the same, over and over, until her disgust just turned into giggles.

They were so silly!

"Okay," Uncle Sam laughed with them. "Let's get going before more moms find us!"

They walked to the cashier, and she let daddy carry her, so she wouldn't be standing up in line so much.

"Wow, that's a lot of clothes," the young man remarked. "Someone is getting a whole new wardrobe, uh?"

Daddy and Uncle Sam giggled, and she rested her head on daddy's shoulder, raising it when she saw papa from afar, already coming back with something in his hand.

"Dean..." Uncle Sam sighed.

"Hey, before you have to say anything," papa interrupted him and showed them a box with... a container of eggs? "It can cook up to 12 eggs and in six different ways! We are a big family! It's useful!"

"You know what else does that? Your frying-pan."

Papa rolled his eyes and she giggled.

“Well, the kids can make eggs in it,” he told him. “What doesn’t happen with the frying-pan.”

“I like eggs,” Jack affirmed from his seat, and when she turned to him, he was awaken. “Did we shop yet?”

Uncle Sam pushed the top of the stroller out of the way.

“We have, honey. I got you a new hoodie, too.”

Jack smiled.

“Yay!’ he clapped.

Papa rushed to him, tugging on his arm.

“Hey,” he shushed, nearly whispering. “Did you remember the underwear?”

Claire giggled, and Uncle Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Dean, I did. What kind of parent would I be if I didn’t remember she has to wear-”

“Just asking!” papa interrupted him. “Just asking.”

“Cinnabons now?” Jack asked.

Claire lit up.

They had promised cinnabons!

“Yes,” daddy agreed.

He was about to put her on the floor, but she squeezed him. Her legs were so tired!

“Don’t wanna walk,” she mumbled. “Please?”

He smiled a little, and papa picked up the bags

“Oh, sweetie,” Uncle Sam cooed a little, petting her hair.

Papa, though, chuckled.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to walk, Claire Bear?” he asked.

She pouted.

“But I’m tired now,” she hid her face in papa’s neck.

He pinched her cheek playfully.

“Well, you insisted about it,” he teased her. “You’re a big girl, after all.”

She pouted.

“But papa,” she whined.

He kissed and kissed her cheek.

“Big girls can be tired,” daddy assured her.

Claire nodded.

“Big girls can be tired, papa,” she repeated it.

Papa shook his head, rolling his eyes a little.

“I think she got it, Dean,” daddy defended her.

“She can sit in my stroller!” Jack offered.

Claire pouted a bit. But she was a big girl!

“You’re our tired big girl,” Uncle Sam reminded her, rubbing her back.

“Okay,” she agreed.

He picked her up and put her on the stroller, buckling her up, and she rested her head on the little pillow on it. It was nice.

“We’ll get you a big girl stroller,” daddy told her. “Maybe something that connects to this one?”

“I’ll look it up,” uncle Sam promised.

She nodded, and they put one of the bags under her.

“But no more kisses!” she asked them.

They all chuckled.

“No more kisses for now, little love,” daddy pet her hair, adjusting the thingy that would cover her from the sun.

“To cinnabons, now,” papa smiled. “Do you wanna face at me or at the people, Claire Bear?”

She rubbed her eye.

“Can I face you?” she asked. “Please?”

“Of course,” he assured her.

Papa changed the direction of the cart, and they left the store together, and she could see daddy and Uncle Sam following them, holding hands while daddy carried the other bags and Uncle Sam held Jack’s hand.

At some point, she stopped seeing them, but she could hear Jack cooing and babbling, giggling with Uncle Sam.

“Did you like shopping, honeybee?”  papa asked her, getting her attention back.

She nodded.

“But it’s a lot of people,” Claire mumbled.

He smiled softly.

"I know it can be a lot,” he agreed. “But don’t worry, you’re our baby. We'll protect you!"

She shook her head.

“I’m not a baby, papa!” she argued.

He smiled more.

“You’re not a baby,” he agreed. “But you are our baby.”

Claire pouted, and he booped her on the nose.

They stopped in line, and he knelt in front of her.

“You’re our little baby, right?” he cooed a little bit. “Our little Claire Bear.”

She giggled, and he moved his hand to tickle her belly, making her laugh more before she slapped his hand away.

“That’s my girl,” he pet her hair. “Let’s get your cinnabons before you fall asleep.”

Claire pouted.

“But I’m not sleepy,” she argued.

Well, she was a little tiny itsy bit sleepy. But she would never, ever refuse cinnabons!

“Let’s sit down,” papa decided, standing up. “Sammy will bring us the food soon.”

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Baby Jack's The girl (5)

WC: 2.7k words Warnings: Tension. Fluff. Domestic Winchesters. Hurt/Comfort. Age regression. Kids being kids. Fluff.

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Claire stared down at Jack as he slept, conflicted internally.

She was big again, wearing that bee dress and looking utterly ridiculous.

That was the best day she had ever had in ages, but now she was big again.

Big, and embarrassed.

Jack slowly blinked awake, and she breathed in, happy that he was already up.

“Hey,” he spoke slowly.

“Hi, Jack,” she mumbled.

He sat up, looking boomed. He was back to his usual size, too.

It was nice while it lasted.

“Are you mad?” he asked softly. “I thought you wanted to be little.”

Claire sighed, standing up and looking for her clothes. She was too old to be wearing that dress.

“I did,” she affirmed, not looking at him as not to show her feelings, but stopped, rubbing her eyes for a moment and turning to him. “But I shouldn’t, Jack. I’m fucking 25! What 25-year-old wants to be a kid?!”

Jack shot her a sad look, quiet now.

“I’ll go now,” she sighed. “And change out of this.”

She was an adult.

Not a kid.

But by the time she opened the door, Uncle Sam and daddy-

No.

Sam and Castiel were standing by the door with cut up fruit and juice boxes.

“Oh, Claire you’re awake-” Castiel said softly, but she cut him off.

“Where are my car keys?” she huffed, striding to her room.

She couldn’t find her clothes, and couldn’t find her keys…

Did they get her shoes?

“Oh, I put your clothes through the wash,” Sam explained.

She turned around, glaring at him, and he stopped midway through entering her room.

He had what?!

“I can’t leave dressed like this!” she exclaimed. “I look like a kid!”

Sam didn’t look pleased at her tone. Like she cared.

“Claire,” he started speaking sternly. “We can wait for them to dry if we’re patient. It won’t help to raise your voice.”

She growled, unable to control herself.

“I don’t care if it helps!” she whined. “I want my clothes!”

Claire stomped, angry. Didn’t they understand?

This was embarrassing enough already, why were they making things harder?

“We understand it, Claire,” Castiel walked to her, touching her arm. “It must be very stressful.”

She pouted.

“Daddy,” she whined. “I look like a baby.”

“Do you want us to keep some better clothes for you here?” Sam offered. “So then you won’t have just a single change?”

She groaned, frustrated.

“I want my clothes,” she huffed.

Castiel nodded.

“We’ll wait for the to dry, and then we can go shopping, and you’ll get whatever you want,” he offered. “What do you think?”

Claire pouted.

She had to admit, she had almost forgotten she wanted to leave.

Almost.

“I need my clothes to leave,” she hissed. “Don’t you understand that? You can’t keep me inside like I’m a kid! I’m 25, I don't need anyone to hound me or tell me where I  should and shouldn't go. I'm not a kid!"

They watched her, too close, and Claire sniffed as frustration got her, making her well up.

“I’m not a kid,” she whined. “And nothing else matters because that is not going to change!”

“Claire,” Sam spoke softly, setting aside the fruit and juice boxes. “You’ve been a lovely little girl.”

She whined, stomping.

“But that’s a lie!”

Didn’t they understand?

“Because I am not a kid!” she reminded them. “I have had my chance!”

She had wasted all that time she had as a kid. Claire had never enjoyed the time she had had with daddy, and now she was old, and it didn’t matter that Jack made her little because it was temporary and embarrassing that she wanted to even be like that.

She didn’t even realise she was crying until a hand came to wipe away the tears

“Oh my little Claire…” daddy sighed, but didn’t move to hold her, and she only cried more.

Why didn’t he hug her?

Instead, Uncle Sam walked to her and embraced her, making her feel as small again, and she sobbed into his shirt.

“I think she just needs a few minutes, Cas,” Uncle Sam explained, scooping her up to seat her on the bed, keeping himself right by her side.

Claire cried and cried, but they never left her.

“It’s stupid,” she whimpered into his shirt. “I’m so stupid.”

Daddy touched her shoulder quickly, making her turn to look at him.

“Claire,” he spoke intensely. “Your life has not always been pleasant, and I promised your father I would take care of you. I should have done more before, but now I won’t let you beat yourself up over your needs.”

She wanted to hide her face, but he held her gaze in place.

“You are allowed to want this,” he affirmed, incisive.

She hiccuped and rubbed her tears away, and Uncle Sam petted her hair.

“Would you like some juice?” he offered.

She nodded, and daddy picked up a juice box, giving it to her.

They still petted her hair and sat by her side as she drank her juice, and daddy even held her hand, and papa walked inside with an apron around him.

"Oh, there you are," he exhaled.

He cleaned his hands in it.

"Are you having a cuddle party or something?" he teased them.

Uncle Sam sighed, moving his fingers down her curls.

"Our baby just got a bit sad," he explained.

Papa's face quickly moved to worry.

"Oh, no, Claire bear. That's not good," he clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

Her face burned, and she hid it in Uncle Sam's chest.

"You know, I think I know what will cheer you up," papa knelt in front of her. "I got a fresh batch of chocolate pancakes with your name on it."

He did?!

Uncle Sam hummed behind her, not looking happy, and papa glared at him.

"Hey, don't say a word. Chocolate makes everyone happy, that's a fact of life. That and bacon."

Uncle Sam didn't insist, but sighed.

"Well, it's breakfast time," he remarked.

Before she could move back, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, carrying her in his arms.

She still reached out to hold daddy's hand, but it felt very weird to feel this small.

Smaller than usual.

"Where's Jack?" daddy asked.

Claire raised her head from Uncle Sam's neck, realising that she hadn't seen him since she had left his room.

"He said he had to do something and left," papa shrugged.

Claire pouted.

Had she been too harsh on him?

She was supposed to be a good sister!

Before she could get too much inside her head, daddy squeezed her hand, as if he could sense her worry.

"Don't worry, we will check on him later," he assured her, kissing her hand. "As long as he is big, he can handle himself."

She nodded, and felt uncle Sam holding his breath before he put her on a chair.

Her feet touched the floor, and she looked down.

Oh. Yeah.

She was tall now.

Too big to sit on papa's lap to eat.

"Claire bear?" papa called her.

She looked at him, and he gave a her little smile.

"Why the frown, baby?"

She looked away, twiddling her fingers.

It was silly.

"Hey," he walked to her and brushed her hair behind her ears. "What is it?"

Her cheeks burned.

"I'm too big to sit on your lap," she mumbled.

"Awn, baby," he cooed. "The hell you are!"

She looked up at him, and papa stood up.

"Cas, you are on serving duty," he commanded. "And be generous."

He pulled her hands, and made her stand up.

Papa sat down in her chair and moved it a little back, patting his thigh.

"Make yourself comfortable."

She felt herself blushing, but took a seat, and papa didn't say anything about it.

Uncle Sam grunted before sitting down, rubbing his back, and she pouted a little.

She was heavy like this.

“Uncle Sam is getting older faster than me,” papa chuckled behind her.

That didn’t make Claire feel any better, but her attention was taken away when daddy placed a plate with 10 - ten! - chocolate pancakes in front of her.

“There, baby.” he smiled at her.

Papa chuckled behind her.

“Did you leave any for us, Cas?”

He stopped, looking at them.

“I was focusing on Claire. You two can share if you want to.”

Papa rested his forehead on her shoulder for a moment, chuckling.

“You can eat mine with me, papa,” she affirmed.

Daddy had put a lot of pancakes on her plate.

“Thank you, baby,” papa kissed her cheek.

He started cutting the pancakes, and they ate, with papa giving her the pancakes in her mouth while he also did.

Claire ate a lot of pancakes. Maybe more than she had ever eaten in her life!

It made her tummy ache.

“Papa,” she whined, still sitting on his lap as daddy and uncle Sam cleaned up the dishes. “I think I ate too many pancakes.”

"Is it a bathroom tummy ache or a 'oh, I need to rest' tummy ache?" papa asked.

She thought for a moment.

"I think I need to rest," she decided.

He hummed along.

"Alright, let's get you some ginger ale, and then we can watch something, what do you think?"

She clapped in excitement and papa swooned, and she raised her eyes to find Uncle Sam already moving to her with a sippy cup.

"There," he gave it to her. "It's going to help you feel better."

She nodded, taking it, and papa picked her up when she was done. Taking her to the library and setting her on the couch before getting his laptop, so they could watch whatever cartoons she wanted!

They sat and watched for a while, and she was all distracted when the door of the bunker opened and scared her, and she jumped to papa, hiding her face in his neck, afraid of who it could be, until she heard Jack's voice.

"Claire!" he exclaimed, excited and rushing to her, but stopped.

She frowned, and Jack looked at papa.

"Maybe I should wait?" he asked, slowly.

Wait? For what?

"What is it, kid?" papa asked.

Daddy and Uncle Sam walked into the library, and he looked at them too.

"I did something," he affirmed. "For Claire."

She perked up, very curious, and Jack pulled out a necklace. It was very pretty, with a little pear at the centre.

"I... uh... I went to visit Rowena. I asked her for help to extract some of my power. And put it here," he raised it. "In the necklace."

Papa squeezed her closer and Uncle Sam frowned as daddy watched quietly.

"Jack, isn't it dangerous?"

He shook his head.

"No!"

And then he stopped, not looking very sure.

"Well, I'm alright," he decided. "And I did it."

"What, exactly?" daddy asked.

Jack looked at Claire.

"It's a necklace," he told them. "It's enough for Claire to get small and big whenever she wants."

She perked up.

The necklace could do it?!

"But... I don't want to do it right now," Jack spoke softly.

Claire frowned.

"Why?" she asked.

It was meant for her, wasn't it? He made it for her!

"I wanna be small!" she stomped, and papa held her by the waist. "Papa!"

"Let's hear what he has to say, Claire bear," he pointed out.

She pouted.

Fine.

"You're small right now," Jack told her. "And this is something we talk about when we are both big. I'm sorry I didn't wait before, but now I will."

She relaxed on the couch, feeling papa rubbing her back.

"But I don’t look small," she mumbled.

She was tall. And Uncle Sam had back pain carrying her.

"Please, Jack," she insisted. "Pretty please?!"

Jack looked sad, and daddy walked to her, kneeling in front of her.

"We can try the necklace later," he affirmed. "After you two talk. I promise."

She pouted and whined as she felt like she could cry, and papa kissed her forehead quickly.

"Hey. It's okay, baby," he spoke softly.

Jack moved to her side, sitting with her.

"It's okay, Claire," he rubbed her back. "I'm here now. And I'll help take care of you! I'll be your big brother."

She hesitated, looking at him.

"Can we cuddle?"

Jack beamed. He didn't even ask, and hugged her tightly, with a big squeeze, and she squealed before burping, unable to keep the sound in.

"There goes the pancakes," papa chuckled.

Jack was very strong. He sat her on his lap so they could continue watching Scooby-Doo, and asked a lot of questions about it. Which was weird, cause she knew Jack had seen Scooby-Doo before.

Still, she answered everything, and laughed when he made jokes!

Soon, papa left her side, and she was left with just Jack.

Later, slowly, she began to feel bigger.

"Jack?" she called softly as an episode ended.

"Yeah?" he turned to her.

"I think we can talk now," she decided.

Claire looked down at herself for a moment, cringing a bit.

"Uh... After I change," actually.

He looked at her dress.

"It's gonna get small when you put it down," he told her. "It happened when I was wearing my overalls."

She nodded along. Good, good.

"I just think the dress is stupid," she teased him.

Jack glared at her.

"Hey! I like that dress."

She punched his shoulder softly.

"Just kidding," she chuckled, standing up. "I'll go change now. I put it back to your room?"

"You can put it with the other dirty clothes."

She went into the laundry room and changed back into her ripped jeans and ratty shirt, leaving the dress in the laundry basket and surprised when it really did get smaller once it was away from her body.

Claire walked back to the library, and Jack was waiting quietly for her.

"You want that necklace now?" he offered as she sat down.

Claire took in a deep breath.

"Yes," she agreed. "But you are right. We should talk about it."

When Jack made her small, it was very scary at first. They hadn't talked about it and out of a sudden, she was in this tiny body and in a mindset she had never let herself get into, and everything felt overstimulating. She was so small, that she had even found it hard to walk right for a bit.

Jack gave her the necklace, and Claire watched it for a moment, rubbing a thumb over the pearl.

"It's called age regression," he explained. "And other people do it too. Not as actual kids, but... you know, they do it."

She nodded along with him. Yes, she had heard of that.

"I've been doing it for a while. With... Dad and papa, and uncle Dean."

She looked at him. That was why his room was all ready for them to be kids and he had that many toys. She had figure that, though, a little.

"And they don't baby you about it?" she asked.

Jack smiled a bit.

"Well, dad... Sam, you know," he explained. "He does. He likes being a dad."

She chuckled.

Mama Sam was very paranoid, she remembered the beer incident.

"They can be your dads too," he told her, voice soft. "They seem to want to be."

Claire scratched the side of the table, not looking at him.

She hadn't had a dad for a long time.

"It's just hard," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Claire hugged her knees.

"Sometimes I look at Castiel and I remember what he took from me," she huffed, not looking at him.

She had known Castiel for longer than she had known... him. Jimmy. Her dad.

She barely knew dad.

But she knew Castiel. And she knew he hadn't done that on purpose, it wasn't like he understood those things back then.

"I know," Jack spoke softly. "Dean once treated me... different."

Yeah, she remembered that.

"I never thought we could be comfortable with one another, but we did. It just took time, like everything takes time."

Jack reached for her and touched her hand, and Claire squeezed his hand.

"I won't make you feel uncomfortable," he spoke softly. "We've both had messed up lives, right? We deserve to enjoy what we couldn't have."

Claire nodded slowly. Yeah, they should be able to enjoy it.

Jack picked up the necklace, which she had left on the table, and gave it to her, placing it in her hand and closing her fingers around it.

"No matter what, the choice is yours."

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Baby Jack's The Girl (4)

WC: 1.5k words Warnings: Fluff. Age regression. Domestic fluff.

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"But I'm clean," Jack pouted as daddy picked him up. "I wanna play with Claire."

They were back home already, and Jack's breakfast was all very tasty - he could still taste it on his lips a bit.

"Half of your fruits are on your face, baby," daddy petted his hair.

"And your hair," uncle Dean added.

Papa chuckled, carrying Claire on his shoulder arms, and she smiled a little.

"You can have a bubble bath," daddy offered. "It'll be quick, and you can play with her after."

Oh! A bubble bath was nice.

"Yes," he bounced in his arms.

Daddy walked them to the big bathroom. There were a lot of showers there, which was so weird.

Still, he watched as daddy set everything up and put him in the big bathtub, and the bubbles were so big he almost thought they would be bigger than him when he got inside, but they were fine.

But he didn't have toys.

"Daddy?" he asked. "Toys?"

He hummed along.

"But I thought you wanted it to be quick?" he asked.

Jack pouted.

"Just a little bit?"

Daddy chuckled, and tossed some of his squirt toys inside with a single hand.

He squealed, and daddy rubbed his hair as he played, and Jack was looking right at his little penguin when it squirted water right on his face.

"Oh!" he gasped.

Daddy laughed.

"I see that mister Penguin is having fun," he joked.

Jack closed his eyes when daddy washed the soap off him, and squinted at the little penguin before turning him to daddy, and his eyes widened.

"Oh, no," he said quickly. "No, no, Jack!"

Jack giggled and squeezed it, wetting his face.

He couldn't stop laughing as daddy looked at him, all wet and with his hair glued to his face.

"Okay, I think we are done with bath time," he decided, at last.

Daddy scooped him up, and wrapped the towel around him just as the door opened, and papa walked inside.

"Oh, Sam," he exclaimed. "I didn't know you were joining Jack for a bath."

Daddy scoffed.

"Neither did I."

Papa smirked and walked to him, caressing his face as daddy dried him.

"All clean now," he hummed.

Daddy smiled a little.

"How did you get away from Claire?" he helped jack put on his underpants. "I thought she was never gonna let you go."

Papa hummed a little.

"Claire had to use the bathroom, so Dean is keeping watch. I wanted to check on you," he explained. "Both of you. Of course."

Daddy nodded, pressing his lips together and letting Jack pull his own pants up.

"Of course," he agreed. "And... uh... sorry. About the whole angel thing, I mean. It just slipped out."

He was all read now, on his cheeks and his ears and his neck.

"There is no need," papa helped Jack put his shirt on. "It's a very endearing name."

He tugged on it to fix it around his waist.

"Although it does make light of my powerful form, I'll allow you to call me that," he added, at last.

Daddy nodded and then frowned, confused.

"Was this a tease?" he accused, looking at papa. "Are you teasing me?"

Jack giggled, and papa smiled, picking him up.

Daddy and papa could be so silly sometimes.

He walked him down to his room, and Jack smiled when he saw Claire playing with uncle Dean on the floor.

"Jack!" she gasped, running to him as if they had been separated for years.

He squirmed in papa's arm, quick to come down right before smashing into her arms.

"You have so many toys!" she giggled, raising a puzzle piece from the puzzle she was assembling with uncle Dean.

Claire led him over to the next puzzle and was quick to look at him. "I can help you," she assured him.

Uncle Dean smirked.

"Most kids would just wanna watch TV," he remarked.

Daddy chuckled somewhere.

"It's because they are both very smart babies, Dean."

"That yellow piece goes there," Claire thought out loud, putting it down. "And this blue... uh..."

Jack looked around the undone puzzle.

"There," he pointed. "With the purple ones, right?"

She gasped and put the piece down, and Jack looked at her. She looked very happy to see they connected!

"You did it!" he clapped.

Claire hugged him.

"No, you did it!"

She was so cool. Jack really wanted Claire to think he was cool too. He wanted to be just like her.

They didn't even notice they were left alone as they continued with the puzzle, too focused in it to see papa, daddy and uncle Dean leaving.

"It's a rainbow!" he exclaimed in awe at their creation.

"Oh!" Claire gasped.

They looked at it for around them seconds before she turned to look at him.

"Let's mess it up again!" she decided.

Claire ran her hand through the pieces and he giggled loudly as they spread everywhere.

"It’s gone!"

They laughed together before Jack got up and walked to his stuffies.

"Do you want to play with them?" he asked. "You can have Mr Cow, he's very soft. And I'll be Mr Frog!"

Claire held Mr Cow and stared at him with a confused look on her face.

"Are they enemies?" she asked, pushing Mr Cow to Mr Frog.

"No," Jack whined, pulling Mr Frog away. "They are friends!"

She pouted.

"But it's more fun!" Claire argued.

"Nuh uh!" he shook his head. "They don't like it!"

Jack stopped. He didn't like fighting, he didn't like it! He wanted to play soft and maybe  have a tea party and everyone would be friends!

"Yes, they do!" Claire giggles, picking up Mr Cow and throwing him across the room.

Jack gasped as Mr Cow's face hit the wall. Claire was very cool, but this felt really mean!

"Daddy!" he called out.

Claire hugged as the door opens, and he rushed to daddy as he walked inside, looking worried.

"Claire is being rough!"

Daddy picked him up, and Claire grunted behind him.

"Tattle tail!" she accused.

Jack frowned. He didn't have a tail!

Daddy cradled his head.

"Oh, Claire," he defended him. "You need to play soft with your brother."

Claire didn't seem to like that.

"I don't gotta listen to you," she stomped. "You are not my daddy!"

Daddy stiffened, uncomfortable, and turned to the door.

"Cas?" he asked. "I need you here."

Papa walked into the room and looked at Jack before looking at Claire, and when Jack did the same, she was seated on the floor with her arms crossed and a pout.

"Oh, honeybee," he sighed, walking to her and looking at daddy, pointing to the bed."

He picked her up, and daddy sat down with Jack on his lap.

"I guess you two had a disagreement, uh?" he asked softly.

Claire huffed, turning away from him, and Jack's heart sunk.

He didn't want her mad at him!

"I don't want to play rough," he explained himself. "I wanna play ever friends with Mr Cow and Mr Frog!"

Daddy and papa nodded as they listened to him and then turned to her.

"And you, Claire?" papa asked.

She pouted.

"I just wanna play!" she argued. "It's no fun not doing anything! Playing friends with stuffies is boring!"

Jack reached for the collar of his shirt, not knowing what to do with himself.

"Do you not want to be friends?" he asked, sad.

Claire looked at him, and her shoulders sagged as her face turned sad.

"No... I mean... yes. I mean... Jack..." she struggled to find words.

"You are older than him, honeybee," papa reminded her. "You like to play older, but Jack is only five. He has different interests."

"And there is nothing wrong with that," daddy told them. "As long as you two understand that."

Claire nodded, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I wanna be a good big sister."

Jack smiled. She was a great sister!

"You are the best big sister!"

Claire smiled, and Jack looked at papa and daddy and they watched them.

He had an idea.

"We can play princess and knight," he suggested. "Mr Frog can be the princess and he got kidnapped by a dragon! And Mr Cow is the knight!"

Claire perked up.

"Daddy can be the dragon!"

Papa's eyes widened.

"And I'll be the knight!" she decided.

"Why me?" papa asked.

"Because you have wings!" Jack reminded him. Wasn't it obvious?

Daddy chuckled and moved Jack to the bed.

"I'll leave you three to it," he told them.

Jack grabbed him before he could go.

"But you gotta play too, uncle Sam!" Claire argued.

He flushed.

"But you have all the parts!"

Jack picked up Mr Frog and gave it to him.

"You can be the princess, daddy."

He blushed alone again, but before he could say anything, Claire stood up.

"Daddy, you take the princess, and me, Jack and Mr cow and are gonna find you and beat you up!"

Jack's eyes widened and she looked back at him.

"But not really," she said quickly. "It's just a game."

He breathed out in relief.

"Good," he nodded along.

Papa stood and offered his hand to daddy.

"Come along, princess," he invited him.

Daddy blushed even more, taking his hand, and Jack shook his head.

They were so weird.

"Come on, Jack!" Claire got his attention back. "We need to get ready to save the princesses!"

…

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Baby Jack's The Girl (3)

Summary: When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again. WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Fluff. Domestic Winchesters. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Age regression.

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After a brush of teeth, a change of clothes and some shifting of arms, they were in uncle Dean's car.

Claire was wearing his yellow dress, the one with a nice bumblebee, and Jack was in his seat with papa by his side, and Daddy was driving, cause Claire didn't want to let Uncle Dean go.

Papa didn’t look very happy, and Jack was fiddling with his hoodie when he realised how papa was glaring at his neck as he talked to Claire.

“Do you like being in baby?” he could hear uncle Dean ask, putting a bit of her hair behind her ear, as they had gotten out of her braid.

“Yeah,” Claire hummed and giggled a little. “She’s very cool.”

“She sure is,” he agreed.

“Can we listen to music?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” uncle Dean agreed. “How about you pick the tape?”

He reached into the glove compartment, which made Claire squeal in excitement.

The music started soon enough, rock and roll the way Jack knew the two of them liked, and she was quick to start singing along with uncle Dean, sounding very happy now.

Jack looked up at papa, who looked very sad watching them, and felt his stomach twisting, but quickly reached down his seat, stopped by his seatbelt.

“Hey,” papa turned to him. “What’s wrong?”

He grunted, struggling.

Papa frowned and bent down, grabbing his favourite ride companion from under the seats.

Bones!

He grabbed his dog, squeezing him close, and turned to Papa.

“Play?” he asked softly.

Papa quickly caught what he was asking him, nodding, and reached with a hand to shake his dog’s paw.

“Hello, Bones,” he greeted him. “I haven’t seen you in a bit of time.”

He glanced at Jack, to check if he was doing it right and Jack giggled, pushing Bones to papa’s face and making kissy sounds. Bones was very happy to see him too!

“At least he’s not licking your face,” daddy joked from his driver's side.

Jack frowned his nose. He did lick his face, but he was Bones!

“I’m glad,” papa decided.

“Yeah, you’re always the luckiest one between us, angel,” daddy joked.

Papa flushed pink on the cheeks, and the music lowered.

“What did you just call him?” uncle Dean asked.

Daddy practically froze stunned.

“Uh…” he stuttered. “Well, Cas is an angel. I just slipped.”

Uncle Dean snorted.

“We have known Cas for like, over ten years,” he remarked. “And you’ve never called him angel before. Ever.”

Daddy’s face looked weird from the review mirror, and Claire suddenly pointed outside.

“Look! The diner! Look, papa, look!”

“I can see it, Claire,” papa agreed. “Have you been here before?”

She hid her face in Uncle Dean’s neck again.

He looked back at them with a shy smile as daddy parked up.

“Sorry, Cas,” he mumbled, rubbing her back. “I think she was talking to me.”

Jack looked, and saw papa’s eyes turn very sad again, but daddy was able to break the tension.

“Hey, come on,” he opened the door. “Let’s head in, okay?”

Jack held papa close as he pulled his from his seat, wanting to comfort him.

He kissed his cheek.

“I love you, papa,” he affirmed.

Papa smiled largely.

“I love you too, my little love,” he whispered, kissing his cheeks and making him giggle along, and Claire groaned.

“I’m hungry,” she whined.

“Alright, Claire-bear,” uncle Dean patted her back. “Let’s sit before you eat my shirt.”

They found a table very quickly, and daddy found him a highchair while papa and uncle Dean shared a booth seat.

“Come on, Claire,” uncle Dean patted her back, and she was still wrapped around his neck. “Let’s sit down and eat.”

She looked at him, and he scooped to the side.

“Do you want to seat on the edge?” he offered.

She shook her head, quickly sliding down to take a seat between him and papa.

“Daddy?” he called, and he quickly looked at him.

“Oh, is bones eating with us?” he asked sweetly.

Jack nodded excitedly.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie pie?” a sweet voice came right next to him, and Jack looked up to see a plump woman in a diner outfit smiling at him. “I’m Debrah, welcome to our diner, what can I do for you today?”

Jack looked around, and saw a picture of waffles with fruit and whipped cream.

“Daddy, can I have that?” he pointed at the picture.

Daddy looked at it for a moment, thinking for a moment.

“Of course, baby,” he confirmed. “But maybe without the whipped cream? It’s the morning, after all.”

He nodded along. He didn’t mind.

“And apple juice, please,” she looked at Miss Debrah. “And thank you.”

She smiled, writing it down, and daddy hummed along.

“And some water for him too,” he added.

Jack squinted at him, knowing what he was going to do. Daddy didn’t like him having sugary juice.

“Daddy!” he whined.

Daddy just looked at him innocently.

“What?“

“No water!” he huffed.

He wanted juice to taste like juice!

“But you love water,” he smiled softly. “It’s so good for you.”

Jack crossed his arms and pouted.

He wanted his juice!

“Uh, oh, damn Sammy,” uncle Dean chuckled. “You got the crossed arms and the pout.”

Yes, he did!

“Let him have his juice, Sam,” papa requested. “We already requested the whipped cream out.”

Daddy looked at him for a moment before sighing.

“Alright,” he decided.

Yes!

Jack squealed happily.

“I love you, papa!” he blew him kisses, because he couldn’t reach for him from where he was seated.

“No water,” Debrah cleared it out from their tab.

Papa reached for him and squeezed his hand, and Claire frowned her nose, looking very upset.

“No!” she whined loudly. “My daddy! Mine!”

She threw herself in papa’s arms, grabbing him and holding him close.

Everyone stopped and looked at her, and she flushed just as papa’s eyes welled up, and he squeezed her.

“It’s alright, honeybee,” he patted her back. “It’s okay.”

She blushed pink, and uncle Dean quickly cleared his throat.

“She is going to have the super platter, with bacon and hash browns to drink,” he said quickly. “With… uh… what do you want to drink, sweetie?”

“Soda, papa,” she turned to uncle Dean. “Please?”

“Not in the morning, honeybee,” papa corrected her. “You can have apple juice like your brother.”

Jack saw the waitress looked very confused from her reflection on the glass before shaking herself back into normal.

“Alright, the super platter for the honeybee,” she wrote it down. “What about you, daddy- I mean, papa- I mean… boys!”

Uncle Dean snorted.

“You can call me daddy anytime, sweetheart,” he joked.

Jack frowned.

Why would she? She wasn’t his daughter.

“I’ll have the water, please,” papa said quickly. “With some ice.”

“The meatlover’s skillet with a breakfast poutine,” uncle Dean requested. “And your strongest coffee, please.”

“I’ll have an egg white omelet with fruit on the side,” daddy told her. “And coffee too, please.”

She wrote it along, and Jack frowned, looking back at them.

“You didn’t say thank you to Miss Debrah!” he pointed out.

Why didn’t they say thank you?!

“Say thank you!” Claire agreed. “So rude!’

Miss Debrah chuckled, and uncle Dean shook his head.

“Thank you, miss Debrah,” he thanked her, and poked papa. “Say thank you, Cas.”

“Thank you.”

Daddy smiled a little.

“Thank you, miss Debrah,” he followed along.

Miss Debrah smiled, turning to look at Jack.

“You’re such a gentleman," she cooed.

He flushed with the compliment, giggling and squirming in his high chair.

She left, and Claire pouted.

“I’m a gentleman too,” she mumbled.

Papa looked at her with a smile.

“You are a very nice gentleman,” he told her.

She smiled and reached to hold his hand, holding it tight, and Jack smiled.

It did make her happy to be small!

Papa smiled and leant close, giving her forehead a little kiss.

“Claire, I’m truly sorry for all the pain you went through and are still going through,” he told her. “I know I’m not-“

But she put a single finger over his lip, and shushed him, though still smiling.

“Not right now, daddy,” she told him. ”It’s breakfast time.”

Papa nodded and kissed her cheek.

“Alright.”

Miss Debrah gave them crayons and the kids' menu to draw and paint on, and Jack was happily colouring the strawberry as Claire giggled as she drew on hers.

“What are you drawing, Claire?” daddy asked.

“A butt heart!” she giggled.

Jack looked over, and found her just doing a heart upside down.

Uncle Dean laughed.

“Here, sweetie, let me show you how to draw a proper butt,” he adjusted by her side.

Papa glared at him.

“Dean!”

“What?” Uncle Dean asked innocently and turned to Claire. “It’s just a butt. We all have them, don’t we?”

She giggled along at the dirty humour.

“Alright,” miss Debrah walked to them. “Strawberry dream waffles for the gentleman, the super platter for the young lady…”

She placed the plates over them.

“Water for the daddy-papa,” she continued. “Meat Lover for the uncle-papa and egg white omelet with fruit aside for the uncle-daddy.”

Jack giggled as she did, and she reached for him, tapping his nose as he did.

“With two apple juices and two coffees,” she informed him. “And I’m gonna get your parents their coffee in a minute.”

He nodded, and smiled as she petted his hair.

“You know, you look very much like your father,” she noticed. “The… one you share the sister with.”

She turned to them, and pointed at papa just as Daddy pressed Bones to his cheek in a little kiss.

“And you too,” she spoke to Claire. “You two are very lovely kids.”

Daddy reached and tickled his belly, and Jack giggled.

“Did daddy pick your dress for you, miss?” she asked.

“No, uncle Sam did,” she told her. “It’s a honeybee dress, because my daddy likes bees.”

“Well, it is a very pretty dress,” Debrah affirmed. “And you look very pretty in it.”

Uncle Dean chuckled.

“How do we say, Claire?”  he asked her.

“Thank you, Miss Debrah.”

“Well done, baby.”

Miss Debrah giggled along.

“Well, those are two very polite kids,” she affirmed. “Whatever is your family arrangement, you are doing it very right. I’ll go get your coffee now.”

She walked away, and papa placed his apple juice in front of him in his sippy cup, and not in the juice box.

“I served it for you two,” he told him, giving his hair a pet. “Do you want me to cut your waffles for you, baby?”

Jack nodded.

Knives were so hard to use when he was small.

He took his sippy cup, and drank his juice.

Daddy had nothing to fear. The apple juice here tasted just like the one they had at home.

It was perfect!

Uncle Dean cut up Claire’s good too, and she grabbed one of her toast slices to papa.

“Daddy, are you hungry?” she asked.

He shook his head, finishing Jack’s plate.

“Oh, no, Claire,” he smiled. “I have my water.”

He looked at his half empty glass, surprised. Papa sure drank it fast, Jack hadn’t even seen him doing it.

“If anyone wants some bacon, don’t take it from my plate,” uncle Dean announced.

Jack giggled and stabbed his waffle with the kids’ fork miss Debrah had given them, and hummed as he did.

Nice, nice, nice.

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Baby Jack's The Girl (2)

Summary: When he notices Claire misses being a child, Jack decides to gift her the opportunity of being little again. WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Fluff. Domestic Winchesters. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Age regression.

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After a brush of teeth, a change of clothes and some shifting of arms, they were in Uncle Dean's car.

Claire was wearing his yellow dress, the one with a nice bumblebee, and Jack was in his seat with papa by his side, and Daddy was driving, cause Claire didn't want to let Uncle Dean go.

Papa didn’t look very happy, and Jack was fiddling with his hoodie when he realised how papa was glaring at his neck as he talked to Claire.

“Do you like being in baby?” he could hear uncle Dean ask, putting a bit of her hair behind her ear, as they had gotten out of her braid.

“Yeah,” Claire hummed and giggled a little. “She’s very cool.”

“She sure is,” he agreed.

“Can we listen to music?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” uncle Dean agreed. “How about you pick the tape?”

He reached into the glove compartment, which made Claire squeal in excitement.

The music started soon enough, rock and roll the way Jack knew the two of them liked, and she was quick to start singing along with uncle Dean, sounding very happy now.

Jack looked up at papa, who looked very sad watching them, and felt his stomach twisting, but quickly reached down his seat, stopped by his seatbelt.

“Hey,” papa turned to him. “What’s wrong?”

He grunted, struggling.

Papa frowned and bent down, grabbing his favourite ride companion from under the seats.

Bones!

He grabbed his dog, squeezing him close, and turned to Papa.

“Play?” he asked softly.

Papa quickly caught what he was asking him, nodding, and reached with a hand to shake his dog’s paw.

“Hello, Bones,” he greeted him. “I haven’t seen you in a bit of time.”

He glanced at Jack, to check if he was doing it right and Jack giggled, pushing Bones to papa’s face and making kissy sounds. Bones was very happy to see him too!

“At least he’s not licking your face,” daddy joked from his driver's side.

Jack frowned his nose. He did lick his face, but he was Bones!

“I’m glad,” papa decided.

“Yeah, you’re always the luckiest one between us, angel,” daddy joked.

Papa flushed pink on the cheeks, and the music lowered.

“What did you just call him?” uncle Dean asked.

Daddy practically froze stunned.

“Uh…” he stuttered. “Well, Cas is an angel. I just slipped.”

Uncle Dean snorted.

“We have known Cas for like, over ten years,” he remarked. “And you’ve never called him angel before. Ever.”

Daddy’s face looked weird from the review mirror, and Claire suddenly pointed outside.

“Look! The diner! Look, papa, look!”

“I can see it, Claire,” papa agreed. “Have you been here before?”

She hid her face in Uncle Dean’s neck again.

He looked back at them with a shy smile as daddy parked up.

“Sorry, Cas,” he mumbled, rubbing her back. “I think she was talking to me.”

Jack looked, and saw papa’s eyes turn very sad again, but daddy was able to break the tension.

“Hey, come on,” he opened the door. “Let’s head in, okay?”

Jack held papa close as he pulled his from his seat, wanting to comfort him.

He kissed his cheek.

“I love you, papa,” he affirmed.

Papa smiled largely.

“I love you too, my little love,” he whispered, kissing his cheeks and making him giggle along, and Claire groaned.

“I’m hungry,” she whined.

“Alright, Claire-bear,” uncle Dean patted her back. “Let’s sit before you eat my shirt.”

They found a table very quickly, and daddy found him a highchair while papa and uncle Dean shared a booth seat.

“Come on, Claire,” uncle Dean patted her back, and she was still wrapped around his neck. “Let’s sit down and eat.”

She looked at him, and he scooped to the side.

“Do you want to seat on the edge?” he offered.

She shook her head, quickly sliding down to take a seat between him and papa.

“Daddy?” he called, and he quickly looked at him.

“Oh, is bones eating with us?” he asked sweetly.

Jack nodded excitedly.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie pie?” a sweet voice came right next to him, and Jack looked up to see a plump woman in a diner outfit smiling at him. “I’m Debrah, welcome to our diner, what can I do for you today?”

Jack looked around, and saw a picture of waffles with fruit and whipped cream.

“Daddy, can I have that?” he pointed at the picture.

Daddy looked at it for a moment, thinking for a moment.

“Of course, baby,” he confirmed. “But maybe without the whipped cream? It’s the morning, after all.”

He nodded along. He didn’t mind.

“And apple juice, please,” she looked at Miss Debrah. “And thank you.”

She smiled, writing it down, and daddy hummed along.

“And some water for him too,” he added.

Jack squinted at him, knowing what he was going to do. Daddy didn’t like him having sugary juice.

“Daddy!” he whined.

Daddy just looked at him innocently.

“What?“

“No water!” he huffed.

He wanted juice to taste like juice!

“But you love water,” he smiled softly. “It’s so good for you.”

Jack crossed his arms and pouted.

He wanted his juice!

“Uh, oh, damn Sammy,” uncle Dean chuckled. “You got the crossed arms and the pout.”

Yes, he did!

“Let him have his juice, Sam,” papa requested. “We already requested the whipped cream out.”

Daddy looked at him for a moment before sighing.

“Alright,” he decided.

Yes!

Jack squealed happily.

“I love you, papa!” he blew him kisses, because he couldn’t reach for him from where he was seated.

“No water,” Debrah cleared it out from their tab.

Papa reached for him and squeezed his hand, and Claire frowned her nose, looking very upset.

“No!” she whined loudly. “My daddy! Mine!”

She threw herself in papa’s arms, grabbing him and holding him close.

Everyone stopped and looked at her, and she flushed just as papa’s eyes welled up, and he squeezed her.

“It’s alright, honeybee,” he patted her back. “It’s okay.”

She blushed pink, and uncle Dean quickly cleared his throat.

“She is going to have the super platter, with bacon and hash browns to drink,” he said quickly. “With… uh… what do you want to drink, sweetie?”

“Soda, papa,” she turned to uncle Dean. “Please?”

“Not in the morning, honeybee,” papa corrected her. “You can have apple juice like your brother.”

Jack saw the waitress looked very confused from her reflection on the glass before shaking herself back into normal.

“Alright, the super platter for the honeybee,” she wrote it down. “What about you, daddy- I mean, papa- I mean… boys!”

Uncle Dean snorted.

“You can call me daddy anytime, sweetheart,” he joked.

Jack frowned.

Why would she? She wasn’t his daughter.

“I’ll have the water, please,” papa said quickly. “With some ice.”

“The meatlover’s skillet with a breakfast poutine,” uncle Dean requested. “And your strongest coffee, please.”

“I’ll have an egg white omelet with fruit on the side,” daddy told her. “And coffee too, please.”

She wrote it along, and Jack frowned, looking back at them.

“You didn’t say thank you to Miss Debrah!” he pointed out.

Why didn’t they say thank you?!

“Say thank you!” Claire agreed. “So rude!’

Miss Debrah chuckled, and uncle Dean shook his head.

“Thank you, miss Debrah,” he thanked her, and poked papa. “Say thank you, Cas.”

“Thank you.”

Daddy smiled a little.

“Thank you, miss Debrah,” he followed along.

Miss Debrah smiled, turning to look at Jack.

“You’re such a gentleman," she cooed.

He flushed with the compliment, giggling and squirming in his high chair.

She left, and Claire pouted.

“I’m a gentleman too,” she mumbled.

Papa looked at her with a smile.

“You are a very nice gentleman,” he told her.

She smiled and reached to hold his hand, holding it tight, and Jack smiled.

It did make her happy to be small!

Papa smiled and leant close, giving her forehead a little kiss.

“Claire, I’m truly sorry for all the pain you went through and are still going through,” he told her. “I know I’m not-“

But she put a single finger over his lip, and shushed him, though still smiling.

“Not right now, daddy,” she told him. ”It’s breakfast time.”

Papa nodded and kissed her cheek.

“Alright.”

Miss Debrah gave them crayons and the kids' menu to draw and paint on, and Jack was happily colouring the strawberry as Claire giggled as she drew on hers.

“What are you drawing, Claire?” daddy asked.

“A butt heart!” she giggled.

Jack looked over, and found her just doing a heart upside down.

Uncle Dean laughed.

“Here, sweetie, let me show you how to draw a proper butt,” he adjusted by her side.

Papa glared at him.

“Dean!”

“What?” Uncle Dean asked innocently and turned to Claire. “It’s just a butt. We all have them, don’t we?”

She giggled along at the dirty humour.

“Alright,” miss Debrah walked to them. “Strawberry dream waffles for the gentleman, the super platter for the young lady…”

She placed the plates over them.

“Water for the daddy-papa,” she continued. “Meat Lover for the uncle-papa and egg white omelet with fruit aside for the uncle-daddy.”

Jack giggled as she did, and she reached for him, tapping his nose as he did.

“With two apple juices and two coffees,” she informed him. “And I’m gonna get your parents their coffee in a minute.”

He nodded, and smiled as she petted his hair.

“You know, you look very much like your father,” she noticed. “The… one you share the sister with.”

She turned to them, and pointed at papa just as Daddy pressed Bones to his cheek in a little kiss.

“And you too,” she spoke to Claire. “You two are very lovely kids.”

Daddy reached and tickled his belly, and Jack giggled.

“Did daddy pick your dress for you, miss?” she asked.

“No, uncle Sam did,” she told her. “It’s a honeybee dress, because my daddy likes bees.”

“Well, it is a very pretty dress,” Debrah affirmed. “And you look very pretty in it.”

Uncle Dean chuckled.

“How do we say, Claire?”  he asked her.

“Thank you, Miss Debrah.”

“Well done, baby.”

Miss Debrah giggled along.

“Well, those are two very polite kids,” she affirmed. “Whatever is your family arrangement, you are doing it very right. I’ll go get your coffee now.”

She walked away, and papa placed his apple juice in front of him in his sippy cup, and not in the juice box.

“I served it for you two,” he told him, giving his hair a pet. “Do you want me to cut your waffles for you, baby?”

Jack nodded.

Knives were so hard to use when he was small.

He took his sippy cup, and drank his juice.

Daddy had nothing to fear. The apple juice here tasted just like the one they had at home.

It was perfect!

Uncle Dean cut up Claire’s good too, and she grabbed one of her toast slices to papa.

“Daddy, are you hungry?” she asked.

He shook his head, finishing Jack’s plate.

“Oh, no, Claire,” he smiled. “I have my water.”

He looked at his half empty glass, surprised. Papa sure drank it fast, Jack hadn’t even seen him doing it.

“If anyone wants some bacon, don’t take it from my plate,” uncle Dean announced.

Jack giggled and stabbed his waffle with the kids’ fork miss Debrah had given them, and hummed as he did.

Nice, nice, nice.

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Baby Jack's The Boy (4)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometime feel like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet. Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel. WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Canon.

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Jack stretched himself as he woke up, taller and bigger now.

His mind was still a little in a midway, kind of middling, but it was already. He could spend the rest of the day like this, it'd be alright.

Papa kissed his cheek when he left his room, and daddy just petted his hair when he saw him, and Jack just spent the rest of his day lazily on his laptop, watching TV and texting Claire.

"Jack?" papa called, bringing him his plate of spaghetti at the dinner table. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," he yawned. "Just still a little tired."

They had a big day at the store, it was very exhausting.

"You should go to bed early, then," daddy hummed, washing his dishes.

"Saaaam," he tried not to whine, but it just slipped off. "I'm not little right now."

He tried to eat fast so daddy wouldn't try to act all daddy.

"Of course not," he added. "Hey! Don't eat your food too fast, you'll get a tummy ache!"

He huffed, still eating just as fast.

Jack was big! He didn't get tummy aches when he was big.

Daddy and papa exchanged a look, clearly trying to think of what to do, but papa was smart and he let Jack eat!

Once he was done, he cleaned his own dishes, with daddy right by his side finishing washing his too, and Jack didn't mind the company.

"Okay, Jack," daddy hugged him, kissing his temple. "It's late. I can finish this, and you go to sleep."

He complied, hugging him back, but stopped when he got to his bed.

It was only 10!

Jack didn't need to sleep yet, so he walked out and just walked around the bunker, trying to figure out what he was going to do, but stopped when he stumbled down to the Dean Cave and heard something playing down.

When he opened the door, Dean was sitting down as a movie started to play. Oh, that was probably the Hatchet Man reboot!

"Hey, can I tag along?" he asked, excited. 

He didn't look convinced.

"Are you sure?" he asked, a little teasingly. "Don't want you getting any nightmares."

Uncle Dean always teased.

"Come on, Dean," he stomped his foot a little, crossing his arms. "I can handle it!"

He chuckled a little, shaking his head.

"Alright," he decided. "You are a big boy. You can watch what you want."

Jack smugly took a sear by Dean's side as the movie played. He liked watching these movies with him, especially because he had seen real decapitations before, and the fake ones were way easier to stomach.

Dean was more focused on scoffing at the shitty story and how it didn't favour the original - which he didn't get - but Jack was a little uncomfortable. The movie was so loud, and the new speakers made it even more overwhelming. He tried to ignore it, squeezing the blanket on the couch a little closer to himself, until it was covering his head and all he could hear were the screams as the music blared.

He covered his ears with his hands, trying to shield himself from how loud it all was - he couldn't even think! - and his eyes watered. The blanket was hot but if he took off the blanket the movie would be even louder, and-

"Hey, Jack," he heard and the sounds stopped. "You wanna come out of there, buddy?"

He didn't say anything for a while and then shook his head.

"No," he whimpered.

Uncle Dean sighed.

"Come on, buddy," he tried to reason with him. "The movie is off!"

He ignored him, bracing himself more.

"Dammit," Dean mumbled under his breath.

Jack frowned.

"No swearing, please," he warned him.

There was a long silence, and then Uncle Dean laughed.

"Right, no swearing, got it."

He touched his back, and rubbed it gently.

"I'm sorry, buddy," he spoke gently. "I should have known you were feeling little."

Jack pouted.

"But... I wanted to be a big boy," he frowned. "Sometimes it is hard, but I really like being big."

Uncle Dean sighed.

"I know," he assured him. "But you gotta notice when you are small."

Jack peeked out of his blanket slowly, feeling his stomach reacting exactly like daddy told him it would.

"Uncle Dean?" he asked, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, boy?"

"My tummy hurts."

Uncle Dean closed his eyes and sighed, and gave his back a little pat.

"Come on, let's get you some ginger ale."

And that was how Jack found himself little again, drinking ginger ale from his sippy cup in uncle Dean's arms.

"Feeling any better?" he asked.

Jack looked at him, and answered with a burp, which made his uncle laugh.

"Silly kid," he tapped his nose. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Noooo," Jack whined. "Movie, please?"

Uncle Dean looked at him, surprised and worried.

"Jack, I thought we were already..."

"No, no," he shook his head. "Not the loud movie. The Princess movie! With Anna an' Elsa."

His eyes widened.

"Frozen?" he asked. "At this hour of the night, buddy?"

"Please," he pouted. "Frozen! Please!"

Dean sighed.

"Your dads are gonna kill me."

Still, he gave in, and Jack rested on his belly as they lied on the couch to watch Frozen, and uncle Dean even sang a little bit with him too.

Sadly, Jack never got to the end of the movie. He dozed off while Else was singing - uncle Dean lowered the volume and now it was nice - and was half-asleep when he was put in his bed.

"Good night, buddy," his uncle petted his hair.

"Uncle Dean?" Jack called out, sleepy, before he could walk away.

"Yes, bud?"

"Will you build a snowman with me?"

Uncle Dean chuckled a bit, but Jack could see he looked a little sad.

"Of course, Jack. I'll build a million fucking snowmen with you."

Jack giggled as he placed a kiss on his forehead.

"No swearing," he slurred, and sleep took over him.

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“The Boy” is part of The Baby Jack Series and was posted on Patreon on April 2023. To read it and the two sequels, “The Girl” and “The Flu”, consider subscribing to my page! It’s just $2 a month and I promise you won’t regret it.

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