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The smell. Dean could smell stale air and disinfectant. A hospital. That’s the only place this shitty smell exists. So, he’s in a hospital, which means something happened to him. But what? Last thing he remembered was having finished that hunt in Lebanon with the vampires and then going to that seedy bar. What could have happened? He knew he didn’t drink much and he only followed that sexy guy out back for a quickie after he hit on the waitress. And then nothing, did Dean even get to do that guy? What the fuck happened?
His brain felt foggy, and he couldn’t recall anything more after that. He shifted and felt the bed beneath him, it was soft and he feels something fleecy and something else squishy. That’s not right. Since when are hospitals known for comfort? And what the hell was squishy? It was warm though, and he couldn’t move anyway as he felt something tight around him limiting his movement.
Dean cracked open his eyes and immediately slammed them shut at the piercingly bright white light that flared in his vision. Another shitty part of hospitals, they give zero fucks about the energy bills and light the place up like a Christmas tree 24/7. Yeah, no, darkness is fine for now.
He heard a door near him open and someone walked in. Panic blossomed in Dean’s chest and he snapped his eyes open, wincing slightly at the assault on his eyes. His vision cleared and he saw a young lady in pink scrubs shutting the door behind her. She turned and saw him staring at her.
“Well, hi there sweetheart,” she spoke softly at Dean with a smile and stepped forward, rubbing her finger along his cheek. “It’s so good to see you awake. You have such gorgeous eyes.”
Okay, this was weirding Dean out, even if the nurse was hot. “Hey, hands off lady!” He yelled and squirmed away from her finger. He didn’t get far, only managing to move his face a little to the left.
“Aren’t you a talkative little mister?” The nurse chuckled as she lifted a clipboard and noted a few things down.
“The fuck do you mean? You taking some of the meds they keep here? Quit talking to me like that!” Dean stared at the nurse as she walked around his bed and unhooked a couple of wires from a monitor. She wasn’t responding to any of his words, as if she wasn’t even hearing them. “Hey! I’m talking to you! What the hell is going on here- AH!” He cut off with a whine as the nurse peeled off the scanning nodes stuck to his head, pulling at the hairs.
“Oh, I know honey that’s not nice, I’m sorry.” The nurse cooed as she smoothed a hand over his hair. Her hand felt huge, covering his whole head. What the fuck?
“Stop touching me lady, why are you so big? What’s going on?” Dean panicked as he squirmed and wriggled, trying to break free of whatever was wrapped around him so tightly. The nurse tutted a little with her tongue and pulled back the blanket covering him.
“Let’s get you out of this huh, Dean? That way you can wriggle much more freely.” She said as she pulled a zipper down from his chest to his feet, freeing him from what appeared to be a little sack with fleece on the inside. She then undid the elastic velcro band holding his arms across his chest. Immediately Dean flung his arms outward and tried to grab at the woman.
That’s when he saw his hands and he froze. They were TINY. Like, tiny little hands with a little bit of chubbiness to them and small fingernails. Baby hands. They were baby hands.
Why did he have baby hands????
“I know, honey. It’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it?” Dean looked back at the nurse and saw her peering at him with a sympathetic face. “But don’t worry, we are going to take good care of you until we can find you a family. I promise there is a positive side to this sweetie.”
A positive side? A POSITIVE SIDE? He was a fucking baby! How was there any positive side to this? And how did this happen? He was literally just at a bar trying to have a drink and get laid! Wait. The dude. The one he followed outside. It must have been him. But how?!
“You were found out the back of a bar honey,” The nurse said, almost as if she was reading his mind. “You were spiked with PedioRejuva, quite a lot of it as well. We didn’t know when you were going to stop shrinking. But you did, and now you are a healthy little 6-month-old boy.” She finished with a smile.
PedioRejuva? Oh no. Oh FUCK. There’s no cure for that. There’s no way out of this. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Dean started panicking. He was stuck as a baby! What was he going to do? How was he going to hunt? What was his fucking dad going to say?
Suddenly he was scooped up into warm arms and held against a shoulder. He was crying. He hadn’t even noticed the tears starting or heard his own little wails. He was covering the nurse’s scrubs in tears and baby snot as she shushed and rocked him, patting his back lightly.
Fuck this was not going to be fun.
“I know, honey, I know. This is all so difficult. I know, it wasn’t your choice but maybe it’s a new start.” Hearing that, Dean wailed harder. He didn’t want a new try! He wanted his own life back! He wanted to be able to hunt, and drink, and have sex and be a fucking adult! This wasn’t fair!
“Oh no, do we have a cranky baby?” Dean heard a second, much older, woman’s voice come from the direction of the door. He turned his head from the crook of the nurse's shoulder and saw a kind-looking middle-aged woman closing the door behind her.
“Oh, look at those gorgeous eyes,” the older lady cooed as she sidled up next to the nurse and the sniffling baby. “I bet someone’s feeling a bit hungry, huh?” Dean stared at the woman in confusion. Everything was too much too fast, and his brain couldn’t keep up.
The tears still leaked from his eyes quietly and he could hear a pathetic whimpering coming from his throat that he could not stop. Why couldn’t he just stop? He squeaked as he felt two hands pry him off the nurse and he was turned to cradle in the older lady’s arms. He squirmed, trying to break free of the grip but he was too weak now. That sent a shock through his system.
He was too weak to break free from an older lady’s grip. How fucking pathetic. It truly was over. How was he ever going to be able to hunt like this when he probably couldn’t even fucking walk. Another freight train of realisation hits Dean. He couldn’t walk. Sure, he could remember how but there was no way a six-month-old had the muscle capacity to be able to walk, not even talk now to think of it. No wonder the nurse hadn’t responded to him earlier, he probably sounded like a babbling idiot.
Dean was suddenly shocked out of his thoughts by something rubbery being pushed into his mouth. He startled and looked up at the woman holding him. “It’s okay honey, this yummy milk will fill you up all nice,” she said with a sweet smile. Dean looked down and saw that there was a bottle in front of him with the nipple in his mouth.
Absolutely fucking not.
He squirmed and kicked his little legs as hard as he could, pushing the bottle away with his little hands as hard as he could. He didn’t really get much done, the woman still had a hold of him and the bottle was still in his mouth. Eventually, he pushed the bottle just outside of his mouth before he slammed his lips close.
“Come on, sweetheart, it’s tasty I promise,” the lady tried as she pushed the nipple against Dean’s locked lips. He stared up at her with big, round eyes full of defiance. He was not going to drink from a bottle. No way.
The woman kept trying for a minute before she gave a small sigh and placed the bottle on the nearby side table. “It’s alright honey we’ll try again in a little bit,” she spoke as she started to walk around the room, swaying slightly and patting Dean’s diaper-padded bottom.
“Listen, lady, just… put me down okay? I ain’t some helpless little…” Dean tried to speak through yawns. His body felt all heavy and his eyelids kept drooping. Did all that struggle really take it out of him? How the fuck was he ever going to get anything done? This sucked.
“Ohhh it’s alright sweetie, those are some big yawns. You just relax and I’ll wrap you up all nice for a nap.” The woman said as she made her way back over to the bed. She placed Dean down back on the weird swaddle sack and began to use the velcro band to wrap his arms.
With no energy left in his little body, Dean just went limp and looked around the room with heavy-lidded eyes. The pink scrub nurse had left at some point and turned on the blue nightlight in the corner, casting a blue glow on the sea-themed walls. A particularly happy whale shark seemed to taunt Dean from his helpless position on the bed, smiling at such a shitty situation for the small boy to be stuck in.
“There we go, all nice and snuggly and warm.” The woman sat in the small armchair by Dean’s bedside after zipping up the fleecy sack and pulled up the blanket, placing her hand on Dean’s stomach after. She started rubbing her hand in slow circles and Dean felt himself getting pulled more and more towards the edge of sleep. He was just so tired. The fight was sucked out of him, and his bones just felt heavy.
“You just have a nice sleep baby, and when you wake up hopefully those lovely gentlemen will be here.” The woman smiled at him sweetly and kept rubbing those soothing circles on his stomach.
‘What men?’ was the last thing Dean thought before he toppled over the edge and fell into the void of sleep.