Don't Mess with Demons

A/N: More de-aging. I know, I've been creating a lot of stories lately… Sorry 'bout that. Hope you enjoy! Set in S3, before Dean's deal was up.

Chapter 1: I Put A Spell On You

"Sam, hurry up and salt the doors!" Dean yelled, as he tried to hold off the demons entering the warehouse.

"I'm trying Dean! Just hold 'em off a little longer!" Sam shouted back.

Dean was busy reloading his sawed-off until a demon knocked it away. Dean gave him an elbow to the face. A particularly ugly demon pinned Dean to the wall with an invisible force. Dean struggled to get away. He could see her real form beneath the human host.

"Do it, you ugly bitch! Do your worst!" Dean shouted.

"Oh, but if I do that, I won't have anything to do with you in Hell." She said, fingering Dean's jaw.

"I don't know why Lucifer keeps you there-You'd kill enough people with your fugly face!"

"Dean, be nice. You don't mean that, now do you?"

"Yes I mean it! Let me go! Sam, little help, please?"

"Sammy's busy, Dean. Leave him be. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Yeah, right! You just wanna fuck me! Let me go, you stupid bitch! I'll send your ass back where it came from!"

"Alright, Dean. You asked for it."

She started muttering in a strange language, and Dean felt a strange burning inside of him. Like the fires of Hell were burning his insides. Then there was the sensation of having a million pins pricking his skin. In a blast of bright white light, Dean felt a transformation take place. He screamed. He fell to the floor, and noticed it was a longer way down and when he hit the ground, it hurt. He rubbed his backside and tears welled in his eyes. He started getting scared and he felt wetness on his lower half and looked down. There was a big wet spot on his shirt. Then he noticed he was only wearing his shirts, and he was swimming in them. His jeans, jacket, and boxers were pooled on the floor. He looked at his hands, which were much, much smaller than they should be.

"Awww, is the little baby scared? It looks like he had an accident." The demon said. Dean started crying harder at the mention of his wrong doing.

Sam noticed the small boy cowering in the corner, trying to get away from the demons. He ran over and started fighting through the crowd of demons. He got to the small baby and picked him up. Sam took a good look at him. He had big, green eyes, long curly blonde hair, and fair white skin. He was very cute, and very wet. He looked a lot like Dean as a baby. Then he remembered the white light where Dean was pinned. He concluded that the baby was Dean.

"Hey, don't worry, buddy. I'm gonna get you out, Dean." Sam said.

"O'tay." Dean sniffed.

Sam turned towards the crowd and pointed the sawed off at them. They parted and made room for Sam.

"I swear, if any of you touch him, I'll kill you, no second thoughts. And that's a threat and a promise." Sam growled, walking out the door.

Sam made it out to the Impala and set a crying and scared Dean in the backseat. Sam got in the front and went to a Wal-Mart that was close to the warehouse. He needed some things to take care of Dean. When they got there, Sam got Dean out and cradled him close to his chest. Dean was still scared, and he was still crying. Sam made hushing noises and rubbed Dean's back gently.

"Alright, Dean, stay close. We just need to get some new things for you." Sam said.

Dean gripped Sam's jeans and stayed so close, Sam almost tripped over him. He made sure he got the necessities for Dean. Clothes, shoes, pull-ups, baby soap, powder, and diaper crème. Dean stared at Sam most of the time, but whimpered a little when Sam picked up the pull-ups. Sam smiled sadly and tussled Dean's hair. When they got to the check-out, the cashier played with Dean. Dean turned red.

"Aren't you just the cutest thing? Yes you are! Oh, yes you are! You want a lollipop? Here you go, sweetheart." The cashier said, handing Dean a lollipop.

"Dean, what do you say to the nice lady?" Sam said.

"Fank wou, Niwce Wady." Dean whispered.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Looks like someone needs a change of clothes." The lady said.

Dean's lip started to wobble at the mention of his accident. He started to cry quietly and buried his head in his arms. Sam shot a glance at the woman.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I must have embarrassed the poor baby. Here, go ahead and change him in the bathroom. I'll watch your things." The lady said.

"Thanks. I'm Sam, by the way." Sam said.

"Lauren."

Sam took Dean out and carried him to the bathroom with a pull-up and a footed sleeper. He set him on the floor and started taking his shirt off, when the hurt look on Dean's little face stopped him.

"Buddy, it's okay-" Sam started.

"I's sowwy! I no mean to! Pwomise! Got scareded." Dean exclaimed hurriedly.

"It's alright, Dean-"

"I bad. I's sowwy. Weally, weally sowwy."

"Dean, it was an accident. It's okay that you're wet. I can fix it."

"Pwomise?"

"I promise."

"Who awre wou? Awre wou my Daddy?"

Sam was shocked. He didn't want to tell Dean he was his dad, because, well, he wasn't. But Dean looked at him with so much trust, so much love, that he couldn't break the kid's little heart.

"Yeah, I'm your daddy. And I'm gonna take care of you, okay?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded and allowed Sam to dress him. Sam carried Dean out, who was now rubbing his eyes constantly. The cashier smiled and handed Sam the bags.

"Good-bye, little one." She said, pinching Dean's cheek.

It seemed Dean always got the ladies attention, whether young or old. Sam smiled and put Dean in his new carseat and drove back to the motel. Dean was almost asleep and Sam unloaded the car and carried Dean in. He laid him on the bed, and Dean immediately put his thumb in his mouth and fell asleep. Sam smiled and got dressed for bed before sliding in next to Dean.

"Night, Dean-o." Sam whispered, turning off the lamp.