The Adventures of Mini!Dean and Kid!Steph ((Closed RP))

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There was a boom, followed by a minor fireball, a charred classroom door, and two kids running as fast as their still-developing legs could carry them.



Two children left to their own devices in a magical castle was dangerous enough. But these children, thanks to the magic of special brownies, were Stephanie Brown and Dean Winchester. Hopped up on M&Ms. With soon-to-be-discovered vigilante-equipment at their disposal.

It would come as a surprise to none who knew them that since leaving the Great Hall, our stalwart mini heroes had managed to set three antique tapestries on fire and knocked over an entire display of Medieval Suits of Armor in a domino effect Steph was going to brag about forever.

This was all in addition to said explosion, which Dean and Steph were still running from, taking the time to occasionally attempt to poke and/or kick one another in the shins/shoulders/any area that looked pokeable and/or kickable.

"You are gonna be in so much trouble," Steph informed Dean, clutching onto her Big Girl Backpack. "This is all your fault."

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[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

Indignation! "Nuh uh!" Dean automatically shot back, sticking his tongue out at the shorter of the two and looking rather pouty. Not his fault! ...Okay, so the explosion. Okay, and so maybe that was what she was talking about. But entirely beside the point!

"Besides, you were the one that kicked over that last knight," He scoffed pointedly, contorting his face into a scowl of epic, eight-year-old proportions. "Which automatically made it all your fault. Times infinity."

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"Hey!" She jabbed Dean in the side, in protest! "I didn't know nobody was in 'em." She was just trying to get their attention and ask for some directions! "I'm gonna tell-"

Ooooh. Steph stopped in her tracks. If this had been a comic book cartoon, there would have been skid marks and a cloud of smoke.

Shiny things (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/Teh_Molly/trophycase.jpg). A case full of shiny things. This warranted further investigation. Steph reached into the front pocket of her bag, and pulled out an Air Head. Investigation warranted further candy.

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"You should've," Dean retaliated with a pout, furrowing his eyebrows. "God, weirdo."

Wait, why was she stopping? Dean came to a halt as well, eyes flaring all across Steph, then to her line of vision, eyebrows raised. Shiny things. Very shiny things.

"Jeeper's Christ, how much candy you got in there?" he scoffed to her as he started trotting towards The Shiny Things. Ooh. Pretty. "It's like the freaking bottomless pit in there!"

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"I know you are, but what am I?" Steph stuck her tongue out triumphantly. Who could retaliate against such logic?

"A lot. And you can't have any 'cause you're being a buttface." Such language! He really was, though. But at least he had his priorities straight, in regards to shiny things.

"How we gonna open it?"

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Certainly not Dean! "Your face is a butthead," was all he shot back with, heatedly, flaring out a breath through his nose. "Sheesh, I'm the tall one here. I think I should get paid or something! For being tall!"

How were they going to open it? "Easy," Dean replied curtly, digging into his pocket and pulling out a paper clip. "My daddy taught me how to pick locks, like, a billion years ago." Obviously. He unwrapped the paper clip into a straight line, curling up the end and standing on his tip toes to reach the lock. End in... up, down, and around the world. About two minutes later, the lock was open, and Dean looked far more smugly proud than he had a right to.

"NOW can I have some candy?"

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"AM NOT!" She screeched. "You're...you're just a tall jerk." Oh, that's right. She dropped the J-Bomb.

Aw, man! Steph's daddy didn't teach her anything cool like that. Cue a pout. "Luuuuucky. My daddy's too dumb to pick locks, or he wouldn't be in the slammer." Steph assumed they had locks in the slammer. She'd never actually been there - it was more of an educated guess.

Steph forgot about her vandalism-envy quickly, because the intrepid explorers now had access to TOYS. "I wanna play with the shiny ball! The one up there." Hmm. Even Jerkface Dean wasn't tall enough to reach it. "Gimme a boost, and we'll see."

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, you're a short... jerk!" he shot back lamely, eyes widening a little at her. Ha! ...Yeah, Dean wasn't so good at insults at eight years old. He'd really hit his stride at twelve. You know, after a few years of hating everyone at his schools.

He could have said something about his father, and how she probably really didn't want the switch, but, hey, you know. "The slammer? Man! What'd he do?" Dean asked with the curiosity of a pesky kid.

A boost? Ew! She might have cooties! And he never had his shots! Fathers forgotten, Dean merely wrinkled his nose, managing to look thoroughly disgusted. "A boost? Can't we find a chair or something?"

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"I'm big for my age!!!" She flailed her Tiny Fists of Doom about in righteous anger.

"Mommy said he was in for 'being a no good dumbass'. He was on the news and everything!" Steph's chest puffed out a little. Dean's lock-picking dad probably wasn't ever on TV! "My grandma taped it! He an' a bunch of other guys were wearing really ugly costumes."

Boys were so. stupid. Steph sighed and threw her arms out. "Do you see any chairs around? Come on, don't be a baby."

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"Yeah, if you were an ant," Dean retorted in a scoff, eyes widening at her.

He blinked a bit at Steph then. On the news? Dean had never been on the news. Well, once. But it wasn't really like they were talking or anything. And he was only four. And they were talking mostly about his mom's death. "Dumbass is a bad word. And I don't like the news," he replied in a blunt sort of voice, shaking his head. "Costumes are dumb. Like Halloween? Cuz that's dumb too."

GAH. Okay. No chairs around. Fine. "FINE!" he shot back in return, pouting. "Come on. I'll give you a piggyback thing. And you can get the two shiny things at the top."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"I know! She told me not to repeat it!" Steph's face went white. "You're not gonna tell her, right? That would make you a tattletale."

Halloween? Steph's face scrunched up in confusion. "No. Halloween's for kids. I mean costume like Batman or Soooperman wear. Only not as cool." Duh. "And my Dad doesn't help people," she added quietly.

YAY! "Okay!" Steph climbed onto Dean's back, trying not to kick him too hard. Climbing on people took some work! She reached out for the shiny ball. Just...a...little...further.

CRASH. Uh-oh. Steph got the ball, but not without knocking a few smaller trophies to the ground. The case was now wobbling dangerously, looking ready to fall right on Steph and Dean.

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"Jeez, I don't even know who the heck your mom is. Calm down, jeez," Dean retaliated, rolling his eyes.

OH. Superheroes. Okay. "Those are cooler," he admitted. Understanding! "I like Batman. And X-Men!" he replied with a nod, excitedly, and grinned. "Is your dad a villain then?" Oh, man! Was her dad Darth Vader? He bet her dad was Darth Vader.

OOF. "God, you weigh, like, nine hundred and eleven pounds!" Dean retorted, loudly, letting out an overzealous huffy sound and grabbing at her legs to keep her from toppling over. And... oops. Broken things. Dean's eyes widened at the wobbling case and he automatically let his jaw drop.

"Shit!" That was a bad word too. How he found out about bad words, really, having said that and receiving a backhand from his dad. "It's gonna go!" he shouted, starting to run away from the cabinet, just as the case fell to the floor with a BANG, and resounding crashing noises, all which could've rivaled a sizable grenade.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Really? I like Batman too! He sent my daddy to prison and everything!" What other reason did Steph need to like the Caped Crusader? "Kind of. But not a fun one. A boring one."

"Nu-uh! You're just super weak. I bet you eat too much junk food," she said, still chewing on the last bite of Air Head. It was just baby fat, that’s all!

GASP! "You said the S-word," Steph whispered, trophy case completely forgotten. But only for a minute, because ahh! Crashing things! Steph shoved the shiny ball in her backpack and grabbed onto Dean's neck as he ran. She didn't wanna fall!

Here's hoping the boy didn't need oxygen.

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Dean's eyes widened exponentially, eyes taking in Steph's words with excitement. "You've met BATMAN?" he replied in a voice that was nearly a squeal, it was so happy. Oh, MAN.

"You eat just as much junk food! That's why you weigh so much!" Dean shot back, stumbling around a bit with the girl on his shoulders. He'd carried Sammy around on long journeys, when the four-year-old's legs would get tired, but oof! He wasn't running away from attack trophy cases at the time!

He said the S-word? He said the S-word! "No, I didn't!" Dean automatically covered himself up, and didn't get a chance to say any more, because Steph's hands automatically cut off his trachea. He let out a slight gag as he ran, trying to breathe somewhere between the adrenaline rush and the girl near his whole weight hanging off his back.

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((Mum!Lily approved by ickle!Dean and Steph muns. >>;))

Lily had just been wandering down the hallway, nose stuck in a book, mind disconnected ever so slightly from what was going on around her. She had Steeler with her, attached to a leash held loosely in one hand - but the dog was used to being walked by someone only half-paying attention, so he simply trotted along, gently nudging his mistress to the side if she looked in danger of running into something. The DADA class had been cleaned up, and now Lily was absorbed in some new research, completely unaware of the noises of explosions and cabinets being knocked down or childish giggles.

Well, not completely. It was Lily, after all. It would probably be more accurate to say that she'd noted the sounds, decided they were low-threat, and was simply keeping her wand at hand and a hex half-formed in her mind. That was, at least, until Steeler stopped, looked up, and chuffed once. If dogs could look amused, the half-grown huskie definitely was.

Her eyes following Steeler's, Lily's eyebrows went up slightly. "Hello," she said slowly. "Er...would you like some help?"

Two sprogs hanging from some sort of string from the rafters? Sadly, not nearly so rare a sight around Hogwarts as one might think. At least, once upon a time.

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

Dean would have responded to Steph's insulting, naturally... but damn. Was she kidding? They were how far in the air? And Dean could really not handle the heights at the moment. About nine million kajillion feet in the air, was how far this was. And no way to get down, oh, dear Lord, he was only stuck up here with chocolate and cooties and nothing else.

He was clinging to Steph for dear life, looking down towards the ground when this newcomer showed up just below them, staring up at the ceiling. Oh, thank God. "We're stu~uck!" Dean yelled back in a whiny voice, flailing around his feet towards Lily.

Oops. Shoe. Fell right in front of Steeler on the ground.

"Oh, Christ on a freaking cracker, man."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Gasp! Was Steph's Tall Person admitting defeat? This was unacceptable. Big Girls did not admit defeat, throw in the towel, or any ‘etc’ you can think of.

Luckily, Dean had Steph to set things straight, and save their reputations.

"We ARE NOT EITHER! We're planning a way down right now."

And then Tall Person lost his shoe. Very unprofessional. "We planned that," she explained. "He’s kinda heavy, so he’s lightening the load."

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A grin broke across Lily's face. Steeler helpfully picked up the shoe, tail wagging so hard that his entire body was shaking. "I can see that," she called back up to Stephanie. "Very wise. Can't be too careful about weight limits, you know."

Glancing around, Lily then flicked her wand several times at the floor. With each flick, another large, colourful pillow popped out, eventually making a huge pile. "As requested," she saluted towards the ceiling, "an exit strategy. Hopefully to your liking." Steeler barked around his mouthful of Dean's sneaker, tongue lolling to the side in a doggy grin. Playmates!

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. That nine million bajillion (and now plus four - seriously, it was getting further away every second) feet was a long way to go, and he was definitely giving up, man.

"I did not plan anything!" he bellowed back, loudly, eyes widening knowingly to Steph. "I want my shoe back!"

Hey, pillows. ...Still. Long way down. Oh, sweet lord. "I don't li~ike this," he hissed to her under his breath. He couldn't get too loud. The really tall chick on the ground would hear them! And that was embarrassing. "That's a REALLY long drop!"

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Ack! Dean was going to trash Steph's newly acquired rep. "Yes he did! Yes he did too!" she called down. "He DOES NOT want his shoe back. It's not part of The Plan." Honestly, did Steph have to think of everything?

"Anyway," she whispered, "it's all dog slobbery. Geez Dean, you're making us look like little kids!" She looked at the pillows. See, it was a good idea on Lily's part. But Lily had thought of it, and not Steph. Using someone else's plan was not Big Girl behavior. Not at all.

"Don't worry, we aren't dropping down. Just gimme a sec. I'm thinkin." She raised her voice, and looked at Lily pointedly. As pointedly as a five year old could get, which was actually quite point-like! "We’re okay. Everything’s under control. You can go away!"

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Both eyebrows shot up. Wait. Fear of heights? Dean? "Christ on a cracker," she murmured. Oh, this was... This was so hilarious. Biting back a grin, she nodded up at Stephanie. "All right, then. Steeler and I were just about to go make some cookies, anyway. Though..." She looked at the pile of cushions. "These do look awfully comfortable. If you're not going to use them..."

Turning around, she let herself fall back onto the pile. Steeler was thrilled with this development, dropping Dean's shoe and bounding up, planting his paws on Lily's stomach. The breath left her in an oof, and she laughed. "Watch it, tubby." One of the cushions was transfigured to a large rubber ball, which Lily charmed to bounce crazily off the walls. Steeler tracked it carefully, then lunged for it. As soon as he caught it, he brought it back to Lily, who sent it off again with a quick flick of her wrist. Lily was laughing, sunk down into the cushion pile, Steeler running about with happy little barks.

"Too bad they're not down here, huh?" she asked Steeler, sounding sad. "You could show them your tricks, huh?"

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Wait, cookies? Comfy? What tricks? ...That dog was pretty neat. Dean wanted to look down at it, but it was about ten hundred more feet away from the original nine million bajillion and four, now, and he could only claw at Steph's oversized shirt some more, trying to gain some bearing on the situation.

"Steph. Steph, maybe we shouldn't be up here anymore," he hissed, tugging at her shirt a little. Oh, man, he really didn't want to fall, but he was starting to look a little green from being up in the air so long. God, oh, God.

"Hey! Lady!" Crap, his dad would have backhanded him for using that. She seemed nice. And Dad was only mean to people who deserved it. "Uh. I mean. Ma'am!" he called down loudly, arms wrapping slightly tighter around Steph's middle (HA. Now who was being strangled?!) (...Around the stomach, at least) and frowning down at her. "Am I gonna die if I land on those pillow things?"

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Cookies? Oh man, cookies were....NO! And a doggy? Steph's eyes narrowed into slits. This lady was tricky. And buttface Dean was about to break rank! The no good rank breaker.

"Dean, I'm workin' on it," she hissed. GOSH. "Maybe we can climb up the rope? Are you a good climber? I'm a super good climber."

"You might," she said, voice strained because Dean was squeezing her tummy hard. "They don't look too soft. You might break your head and die, and then you'd be all dead and stuff."

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

Choking back a laugh, Lily put arms behind her head and considered him. "Call me Lily," she said with a huge grin. "And absolutely not. These are special cushions. Watch." Lily stood up and walked back. A deft wave of her wand made the cushions glow slightly before fading back to normal. Then, bracing herself, Lily took a running leap into the pile. She bounced up, high, before settling back down again; each landing sent her up in a slightly lower bounce. The charm made sure her landing was firmly on the cushions, softly cradled and with nothing bruised or broken. Then, though, lying back again, quite breathless with laughter, she looked up at Dean and Steph. "But...hmmm..."

She pretended to think, deeply. "Your Captain, there, probably has a very Daring Plan, no doubt. But, if something should go amiss - as sometimes happens with Daring Plans - the cushions would catch you." Lily looked up at Stephanie. "Lead on, Captain. I'll just be waiting below, as your rear guard."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser had quite literally just been in the neighborhood -- he was taking Dief for a roam around the castle when he spotted the motley little group ahead. Lily and Steeler were unmistakeable, even from behind. The children, he wasn't sure he knew, although one looked extremely familiar... Huh. Anyway, he felt like he should possibly go and check in on that.

"Ah, now what do we have here?" he asked, coming up behind Lily. Dief immediately bounded over to start playing with Steeler, the ball, the cushion, and everything else in the vicinity. Fraser eyed him, sighed with fond exasperation, and raised his glance towards the ceiling. "It seems like you've gotten yourselves into quite a pickle!"

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear God! Dean's face went about nine different shades of pale at that. He didn't want to crack his head open. Dad had come home, beaten up and cut and stuff, way too many times for him to not get paranoid that, eventually, the same thing was going to happen to them. Those were some mean hunting trips!

That comment wasn't much in Steph's favor, because Dean was now hugging her even tighter, visualizing splattered Dean brains all over the castle floor. That demonstration did not help at all! Lily didn't fall from nine hundred thousand million bajillion kazillion and ninety two feet! "I don't want my brains to get splattered!" he replied to Steph hysterically, his voice in a hissed whisper.

He barely even noticed the new guy striding up. He was far too paranoid for meeting new people right now! This was a crisis!