Bobby's POV
I walked into the living room of my house and froze. Where Sam, Dean, and Castiel were supposed to be, there were three toddlers. One had black hair and a trench coat on, another was blond with a leather jacket, and the last had brown hair and a flannel shirt.
"Balls," I huffed under my breath. The one that looked like Castiel had little tiny blank wings. He started flying around, luckily, he wasn't destructive.
"Hey Bobby, a little help down here!" I heard one say. I looked down and saw it was the one that looked like Dean. Apparently they still have the minds of their legal age, but were just shrunk.
"I see you have your hands full." An all too familiar voice said from behind me.
"Crowley," I growled. "You did this to them didn't you?" He smirked.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
"Well turn them back!"
"I can't."
"And why not?"
"There is a timer. In 6 days, they will be put back to normal. For now, have fun babysitting!" He tried to poof out, but he had forgotten, I'm paranoid. Under the rug was a devil's trap. He glared at me.
"You're not going anywhere. You're staying here and helping me."
A/N- Sorry the first chapter is so short, I'll try to do better. This is my first actual book, instead of a one shot, so please bare with me. Hope you enjoyed and please leave suggestions in the comments! Stay safe guys!
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Crowley and Bobby's Babysitting Adventures
FanfictionWhen Dean, Sam, and Castiel get turned into toddlers, let's just say Bobby and Crowley have their hands full, very full. As always, I don't own these characters, only the plot. *Note* For the sake of the story, Bobby is alive and he still...
