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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[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"No!" Not until she puberty at least, and even then she was only half-gay! Right now, Steph didn't know what that word meant, but Dean's tone made it sounds like a Pretty Bad Thing. "When I get on my dad's-" hmm. How did Arthur Brown put it? "-'last goshdarn -only he doesn't say goshdarn, he says the other thing, but I'm not gonna say it- nerve', he locks me the hall closet." She rolled her eyes as Dean helped her up. "Duh." Because that was completely normal Daddy Behavior.

"Ooh. I gotcha." He probably deserved a candy bar, what with Steph almost making him all choky. She zipped open the main pocket of her bag, and rooted around. There was definitely more candy in here. She could smell it!

Hmm. There was all this junk, obscuring the candy. She pulled out a purple an eggplant colored bundle (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/Teh_Molly/spoiler.gif), and handed it to Dean "Hold this." There were also a couple of sharp pointy things (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batarang). She tossed them to the ground - Dean wasn't a Big Girl like Steph, so he probably wasn't allowed to hold sharp stuff.

Aha! Jackpot! Steph pulled out a slightly smushed Snickers bar, and offered it to Dean.

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Dean, naturally, didn't really have much room to talk, you know, on the whole 'gay' thing (although definitely past puberty for him too) (and, again, half, because he definitely liked Zeh Boobies), it was still something that everybody at his school called him and the way they said it? It must have been mean! "He locks you in the closet?" Dean repeated dully, furrowing his eyebrows at her. "I don't think he's supposed to do that." Of course, dads weren't supposed to have taught their kid how to shoot a .38 at the age of six either, but here they were.

Yes. Dean's face cracked into a smile of glee as he clung to the cloakamawhatsit, peering over her shoulder as she tossing the Batarangs onto the ground. Those were pretty neat. Besides, he was a Big GirlBoy! He got to hold lots (http://supernatural.oscillating.net/index.php?title=Weapons_Box#Knives_and_Other_Blades) of sharp (http://supernatural.tv/gallery2/skin/wmplayer%202005-10-19%2020-06-23-46.jpg), pointy (http://supernatural.tv/gallery2/s2/noexit/wmplayer%202006-11-03%2016-43-14-17.jpg) things (http://supernatural.tv/gallery2/deadmansblood/wmplayer%202006-04-21%2021-14-38-39.jpg).

But, ooh! Snickers! Heeee. Peanuts, chocolate, caramel, and crunchy. The cloaksiwhatevertheheckitwas fell from his hands automatically, and he gleefully retrieved the candy. "Sweet!" Steph was a pretty cool girl! No cooties after all.

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Steph did the five-year-old version of a shrug. Only, five-year-old-Steph had very chubby arms and no shoulders to speak of, so it was less nonchalant than she might have wanted. If Steph knew what the heck nonchalant meant! "My mommy don't say anything. But she's sleepy all the time."

Man. That Snickers smelled so yummy. So yummy! Now she really wanted one. She resisted grabby-handing Dean's back, and looked in the backpack for some candy of her own.

What she found was almost better. Almost! "Deeean. Deaaaaaaan. DeanDeanDean. DEAN! Lookit!"

She pulled out a trigger-released grappling hook. Of course, Steph had no idea that the object she was holding was, in fact, a trigger-released grappling hook. But she did know that it was very, very shiny and that was all you really needed. Big Girls got the best toys ever!

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Weird. Dean wrinkled his nose. "Maybe she has the stuff in the bottles. I mean, my daddy drinks that stuff all the time and he gets really sleepy." After he got mad, of course. Maybe the anger led to the sleepy.

Dean chowed down the Snickers in about two seconds flat - hey, he couldn't help himself. Technically speaking, due to his adult counterpart, he hasn't eaten for nearly two weeks now! - licking his fingers clean once he had finished wolfing the thing and eying Steph with a newfound interest to his eyes.

"What is that?" he replied with a gleeful grin, mouth pulling into a huge smile. "Oh, man! We gotta try it!" He'd seen a lot of guns and stuff before, but nothing like that!

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"Hey, my dad drinks bottle stuff too!" she exclaimed. Neat! Dean was a pretty cool guy, for a buttface.

"It's a thingamabobber," Steph explained, matter-of-factly. That should clear things up!

Hmm. Now to use the thingamabober. She eyed a stained glass window, hanging waaaaay up near the ceiling. But she was too short to get a good shot! "Gimme another boost! I won't choke ya this time."

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

"Whoa!" Looks like a lot of dads on this side of town did that, huh? And here Dean was, thinking he was the only one.

A thingamabobber? Dean crossed his arms, looking to Steph with his very best Big Boy face and frowning. "I don't think that's the actually name of it," he replied in another voice, just as Big Boy-esque as the face.

But hey! Another boost. Dean let out a huffy sigh, putting on another theatrical show of dislike. She HAD given him a candy, though, and he liked her for that. He crouched down so she could jump onto his shoulders again. "Long as you don't choke me," he repeated in a mumble.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Well it's mine, so I get to name it!" Sheesh!

HOP! See how she wasn't choking him? Did ya see? Did ya!?

Steph looked at the thingamabober quizzically and poked her tongue out of the side of her mouth. It helped with the Thinking, you see. Then she took aim, and fired! The thingamabober barely made a noise. Good stuff.

Steph's aim, while surprisingly steady, was a little off. Cut her a break! She wasn't a bat!kid yet. Instead of smashing the window, the grappling hook snaked around a large rafter.

Well, now what? There was a giant string, coming out of the thingamabober, and Steph had no clue how to put it back. Best to ask her Tall Person. "Huh. Now what are we supposed-" Uh-oh. The problem was taking care of itself, line going back into the gun, and pulling the kids up with it!

"Aieeeee!" Yeah. That about summed up Steph's opinion on the matter.

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"So you name it thingamabobber?" Dean asked skeptically, wrinkling up his nose. Apparently, somebody strong disapproved of that name and thought she should name it something better. Something cool. And hardcore. Like Iron Snake. Which sounded like a bad eighties hair band, but that was entirely fine with Dean, considering his taste in music.

God, lame-o. Thingamabobber, honestly.

Dean squinted upward as she shot, frowning at the hook as it snagged onto the rafter. "Stupid!" he shot back grumpily, raising up a hand and trying to grab at the gun. And really only succeeding in flailing around a bit. "You have to hit the button! And your aim is so stinky. You gotta--"

Woops!

Oh, jeez, they were going up. Dean let out a yelp, grabbing tighter onto the material of Steph's shirt and widening his eyes at the floor beneath him. Uh oh. Dean was frozen stiff.

He didn't like heights all that much. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMWzJf1bKyA)

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Stupid? Steph stopped screaming the second Dean's insult registered. So what if they were hanging in mid-air? Her intelligence had been insulted!

"Stupid? I'm not stupid, you're stupid. You're super, ultra, mega, stoooooooopid. By infinity TIMES infinity. Infinity times!" The highest number ever! He couldn’t argue with that.

Actually, he wasn't arguing at all. No buttface remarks whatsoever.

"Umaaaa - Dean? Helloooo? Say something!" She poked him in the head, for emphasis. "I know I'm not choking you again!"