"Uh, uh, uh. Babies don't talk, Dean!" Sam places a pacifier in Dean's mouth. "Ah! Here we go, this is perfect!" Sam holds up a baby blue onesie, with crotch snaps.

"But I'm not a---"Deans knee jerk reaction was to spit the pacifier, but in fear of what Sam might do just whimpered around it at the sight of the onesie

Sam smiled, and slid the onesie over Dean's head, and arms, and pulled it down, snapping it closed over his diaper. "Aww! You're such a cute baby!" Sam cooed, as he ruffled Dean's hair.

Dean shrank back a little with another whine, it sound a little annoyed this time as he pouted around his paccie. He was always talked down to based on how he look, but this is a new low, diapered and sucking on a pacifier, needless to say his pride was aching.

"Are you hungry, baby? I bet you are! Come on, let's go put you in your highchair!" Sam says, as he lifts Dean into his arms, and carries him to the kitchen.

Dean yelped at being pick up, dropping his paccie. He squirmed slightly in his brother's grip, pouting unhappily, but did not complain other wise....at least it was nice not walking, and he was starting to get hungry.

Sam placed Dean in his highchair, and tied a bib around his neck. Then, he went to the cabinet, and got out a bowl, and a jar of banana baby food. He opened the jar, and poured its contents into the bowl. Sam grabbed a spoon, and carried the bowl over to the table, setting it down. Then, Sam pulled up a chair, and got a spoonful of the baby food. "Open wide for the choo-choo, Dean!" Sam said, as he moved the spoon closer to Dean's mouth.

Dean shied away a little bit...he was hungry, but there was no way he was eating baby food "No!" he refused childishly.

"Come on, Dean. Eat your food, like a good baby! It's yummy, and it's good for you!" Sam says.

Dean continued to brood when his stomach growled quietly. He whimpered softly finally giving in and opening his mouth