NOTICE: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters in it. This is purely a work of fiction. And this is a tickle/fluff fic. Don’t like, don’t read. ^^” I wrote this for a friend of mine here, and I decided to actually post it. Enjoy!
It all started with a witch, a very strong one indeed. The boys and Castiel had gone after a case in Michigan, where supposedly the youngest member of any outsider group coming through would be kidnapped, not to be seen again. Even if it was just a group of one, that one would be taken because he was technically the youngest. So no matter if one, or all three of them went, there was a high possibility one of them would be kidnapped. But the boys went in anyway. Through unfortunate events, Sam was taken in the middle of the night silently while Dean slept and Castiel was out doing whatever Angels do in their spare time (probably watch some flowers). Soon, the two found the Witch’s cottage a couple miles from the town, out in the wooded area (very typical). Once they burst in, Castiel took care of the Witch while Dean went to save Sam. This is where things get…complicated. By the time he found Sam, Sam had shrunk about three feet in height and looked to be about five years old. And before Dean could stop him, Castiel killed the witch. After searching around the cottage for anything to put Sam back to his normal age, they had to head back to the bunker and decide what they were going to do.
And this brings us to present time, Castiel was out searching the world to try and find a cure, while Dean was trying to find a five year old Sam, who had run away from Dean and hid himself somewhere in the bunker. Oh the joys of small children.
“Sammy! Come on out little buddy! Don’t make me come and get you!” Dean called out playfully, trying to erupt some noise from his now much younger than him little brother.
This worked, as Dean heard a small, but undeniably cute giggle come from Dean’s room. But there was no movement, no pitter patter of little feet against the floor.
'So you’re going to make me come and get you… ' Dean smirked at the memory of what how he used to deal with his little brother being “rebellious” in the past. He supposed he would reintroduce Sam to that…”punishment”.
Dean walked quietly into his bedroom, pretending to look around, even though he could see one of Sam’s tiny feet sticking out from under the bed. “I wonder where Sammy is..is he in the closet?” Dean peered into the open closet. “Nope…Not here.” Another giggle, and what sounded like a hand clamping over a mouth was heard. Dean smiled.
Next, he pretended to check under the desk. “Not under here either! Maybe I’ll never find my baby Sammy…” He trailed off in a mock sad tone. Another small giggle, “But there is one place I haven’t checked yet. But surely little Sammy wouldn’t be under his big brother’s bed. He knows that his big brother would surely get him for that.”
Dean couldn’t contain his own grin when he heard that Sam couldn’t contain his giggles, even kicking his little feet a bit. Dean missed this Sammy. So carefree and playful, not scared of consequence. Though Dean would never admit it, he was kind of happy to have little Sammy back for a little while. But he wouldn’t want him like this forever.
He grasped Sam’s ankle, making the younger one squeal as he pulled him out. Dean gave him a mischievous grin while Sam tried to crawl away, back under the safety of the bed. Dean picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, hopping on it and over the little boy who couldn’t stop giggling to save his life, filled with bubbling anticipation for what he knew was going to come.
It was only now that Dean really examined Sam, really noticing how tiny he really was. He remembered Sam had been small, not never this small. Then again, he remembered that Sam had always been ironically very smaller than kids his age. He was the size of a three year old at five, being very tiny with still his little babyish face. And of course his baby-curl brown locks. Large, innocent brown hazel eyes stared up at him, a faint blush on his cheeks. His smile made Dean melt each time he looked at it. Just too cute.
“Oh Sammy…Sammy Sammy,” Dean tsked, shaking his head in a no-no manor. “ I told you not to make me come and get you. AND you hid under your big brother’s bed. I think You-Know-Who needs to pay you visit.”
Sam shook his head quickly. “Nonono De! Nono!” He giggled, a bright smile on his face as he tried to scoot away, but Dean held him still.
“Too late! I hear him coming!” Dean exclaimed, smirking at the squirming little one. The comeback of the old nickname really brightened his mood up, as well as make him miss this Sam that much more.
Dean made a loud roaring sound, wiggling his fingers just above Sam’s tummy. “Any last words?” He growled out playfully.
“Nuuu Dee! Nu Tickle Monster!” He squeaked out, pulling his shirt down with his hands, hoping that would keep Dean from tickling him, even if he liked it when his big brother played Tickle Monster with him.
“I’m gonna get you Sammy!” His hands came down onto Sam’s sides, wiggling and tickling them gently, making Sam buck and squeal. The tickling so gentle, that it felt like tiny feathers going up and down his sides, and it was maddening.
“Aah! Tiihicklees Deeheee!” Sam batted at Dean’s hands, trying to save his sensitive sides. This only resulted with Dean holding Sam’s arms above his head, using his free hand to attack his stomach.
“Tickle Tickle Sammy!” He drummed his fingers onto Sam’s sensitive tummy, making Sam squeal and wiggle around helplessly.
Dean began to recall all of Sam’s weak points: His feet, knees, a little spot right below his ribs, and the middle of his back. But, Sam was ticklish just about everywhere. It was a curse for him, but an honest gift for a big brother who loved to tease his little brother.
He turned his attention to Sam’s face that was bright red from laughing. Dean couldn’t help but smile fondly as he stopped to let him breathe.
“N-No more De!” Sam yelled, though he had a happy smile on his face that showed he wanted him to do otherwise.
Pretending to think about it, Dean even went so far as letting the tiny wrists go and tap his own chin, as If in deep thought. “You know Sammy, I would. I really would. If only the tickle monster wasn’t controlling me.” He shook his head in fake sadness, before grinning and moving his hands quickly to squeeze Sam’s knee caps.
“EEEK!” Sam let out a very girlish squeal.
Dean did it once more. Same reaction.
This continued for a little over three minutes, because Dean knew the boundaries in which he could go. And he wanted this to last longer. Each time Dean squeezed his knees, Sam’s legs would kick out and he would kick Dean in the shoulder with his tiny feet.
The feet went up, Dean caught them this time with a devilish look in his eyes. “You kicked me Sammy..I think that deserves a punishment. Don’t you?”
Sam had tears of mirth falling down his cheeks as he shook his head quickly, trying to pull his ankles away. “NO! Not my feetsies De! Not there!” He squeaked, trying to smack his hands away.
A single finger was run up one of the tiny soles in his hand.
“AAAHH! NOOHOOO! DEEHEEE! AAAHAAHA! STAAAP!”
But Dean didn’t stop. He knew Sammy was loving it, he could tell. His blunt nails gently raked against Sam’s ticklish soles, swirling circles onto the heels which made him break out into the cutest giggles.
“Neeee! Heeehee nuuu Dee!”
“Coochi Coo Cutie Sammy!” Dean teased him, which he knew made it that much worse.
Going back up to the soles and arches of his feet made him buck and squeal out in ticklish laughter, his toes curling up in attempt to stop the mean tickles. Dean attacked his little toes, which was probably the worst for Sam when it came to his feet. He would scream and his laughter would fall silent, so Dean couldn’t stay there for very long. In between his toes were very sensitive as well. About five minutes in, Dean stopped to let him breathe, reaching over into his bedside drawer. He pulled out a single, long black feather.
“Hey Sammy, I think your little toes will love to be tickled by this, don’t you?” Dean teased his little brother, grabbing his ankles and locking them into a head lock with one arm.
Sam caught his breath, wiping the tears from his eyes. He giggled, a wide grin plastered on his face as he squirmed in his place, nodding his head. This surprised Dean only slightly. He knew his brother loved to be tickled by him when he was little, because it made them both happy for just a little while.
“You think so?”
Sam nodded again, his toes curling and uncurling. “Yes!”
“I think so too.”
The single black feather was soon introduced to Sam’s little toes, which tickled more than Sam could have imagined. Each time it touched the soft and sensitive skin of his toes, the five year old was reduced to only the most bubbly squeaks and giggles, trying to pull his feet away by instinct.
“Heehee! Dee iiit tihihickles!” His little nose scrunched up, biting his lip to trying to keep his giggles down, which failed miserably. Sam had always been more sensitive to light tickles.
“That’s because it’s supposed to, Kiddo.” Dean’s shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he weaved the feather in between each little toe, brushing over each pad and then back again. It was driving little Sammy insane with the soft, gentle touches of the feather.
The feather worked its magic for a good five or so minutes before Dean stopped, even if he loved to hear his little brother giggle like that. But it was time to finish this. With a growl, he was back over his little brother, looking down at Sammy’s cute red face.
“Hiya Sammy.” He chirped, smirking down at him.
“H-H-Hi D-Dee.” Little Sammy mumbled, too busy trying to calm himself down from the before attack to speak his words without stuttering.
Amused by Sam’s state, Dean lowered his head, pressing his lips against the skin of Sam’s neck, speaking against it.
“I think the tickle monster is getting a little hungry. He’s going to snack a bit, okay Sammy?” This was Sam’s favorite and least favorite part. Favorite because it was very fun, but least because that meant it was going to be over. All the same, Sam loved to edge it on for as long as he could. Dean remembered that clearly.
Sam gave him the cutest, most innocent smile he could muster. “I dun’t think the Tickle Monster needs ta eat any mores. He’s getting tubby.”
A growl erupted from Dean’s lips, “Oh you’re going to regret that Squirt.”
And thus the “vicious” attack started once more. Dean blew raspberries onto Sam’s little neck, each one making the small boy squeal loudly, kicking his feet uncontrollably. He covered the bared and sensitive neck in front of him with over thirty ticklish raspberries
Dean pushed Sam’s shirt up, moving down. “And what do we have here? Sammy’s ticklish little tummy?” His eyes met Sam’s, who was shaking his head as his belly was exposed, cringing at the air that hit it, which shows how sensitive it is.
“I think I’m going to eat it right up! Nom Nom Sammy…” Dean loved teasing him, making Sam become bubbly with anticipation.
“Don’t eat my tummy!” This was translated to “Eat my tummy Dean!”, in Sammy language.
Of course, Dean couldn’t let such a request down, so of course he complied. He blew tiny raspberries onto the quivering belly in front of him, holding his stubble also rubbing against the soft skin, which tickled terrible. Sam screamed in laughter when Dean began to nibble gently on his belly, before making his way up to ribs.
“Laugh for me Sammy.”
“AAAHHH! DEEE! EEEEK!” Sam fell into silent laughter as Dean found that extra sensitive spot right below his rib cage, nibbling it gently. This drove Sam up the wall, tears falling down his cheeks as his eyes closed. A grin was plastered on his face as he bucked, squirmed, and wiggled in attempt to get away.
It tickled so bad! The one little spot always drove him insane, and he honestly wished that little spot didn’t exist. Everywhere else was fun to be tickled, except right there. But Dean loved tickling him there because of the crazed reaction it got from Sam. He literally would go nuts.
Sam only lasted a couple minutes before his breathing became a bit off, and so Dean slowed it down to an almost stop, now putting just gentle but ticklish kisses all over the tiny tummy. This let Sam calmed down, but kept him giggling softly with a happy smile on his face.
Knowing it was over, Sam reached his arms up, wanting to be held by his brother. Dean grinned, picking him up and leaning back in the bed, sitting Sam in his lap. Sam curled up against him, his breathing calming down quickly and becoming regular.
“I love you De!” Sam exclaimed happily, before yawning softly. He was tired after being tickled so much.
Dean smiled softly, wrapping an arm around him. “I love you too Sammy…” He gently rubbed Sam’s back, in a very relaxing way. He couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his lips when the little body in his lap jerked a bit when he touched too gently in the center of his back. It was so sensitive. He rubbed a bit more firmly. 'There we go…'
“Get some sleep little guy.” Dean whispered into his ear soothingly. Sam just nodded his head, quickly drifting off to sleep, a smile still on his face.
'I wish you were always this happy…'
A couple days later, Sam was back to normal. It seemed the spell had worn off. Dean was happy, but at the same time a little sad. He would miss the happy and innocent little Sammy. But he loved Sam for who he was as an adult just as much, despite him being a little bitch.
A thought struck Dean, which made him smirk.
'I wonder if Sammy is still ticklish…'
I wrote this for a friend of mine just to brighten up her day. ^^" It's the first fic like this I've ever written, and I have to say I really enjoyed writing it! And I will be writing more of them. I just really love the cute/fluffy/tickly supernatural fics. I hope you like it! And if you liked it, I am open to doing requests. ^^ Just send me a note or something and we can discuss whatever.
I LOVE this! I was imaging that Sammy and I traded places and HE was the one tickling ME Great job!
This is really lovely. Very nicely done!
one of my favorite supernatural tickle stories ever it was so freakin cute and adorable i can just picture it in my head
Aw! Thank you so much! X3
Oh my StarClan!!!! This is too cute!! Gah, I think I died..... Lol I'm kidding.
I'm glad you liked it!
Liked it? I loved it!!!!!!
X3 thank you! It makes me happy you liked it. If you want to make a request I am open to them! <3
Well, I really love Cassie tickle fics, especially when it's Dean and Sammy getting to his wings! So really my request is a cute tickle fic with Cas being the ticklee and Sam & Dean as the ticklers. Take your time! I am not trying to rush you or anything. Can't wait to see it!
Hehe like I said: This is way too cute.
I love these cute/silly moments betwee Dean and Sam.
They deserve to be happy, especially after all the bad stuff they went through^^
I love these cute/silly moments betwee Dean and Sam.
They deserve to be happy, especially after all the bad stuff they went through^^