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]

Did they get all the brains? Pah! "Of course we got all the brains," she called up. Stephanie Brown was on the case, and she was an expert brain-picker-upper. As of this moment.

"No. You're just a king of stupid," she said solemnly. "But you've got all your brains back!"

"He's not a hobo! Cops can't be hobos." Hm. Could cops be hobos? They could pretty much do whatever they wanted. But who would want to be a hobo? And OH GEEZ. Now there were two of them. Two mind-reading-ninja-cops who were possibly hobos! "It's a bust," she screamed, scrambling out of the pillow pile, and rushing to shove her Big Girl supplies in her backpack so she could properly skidattle. Steph didn't remember doing anything that was bad enough to be bust-worthy, but you could never be sure!

...hey. Speaking of her supplies. "Where's my shiny throwing things?" How could she make a proper getaway without her Shiny Objects?

((Reposted! LJ ate mah tag!))

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Looking up, Lily's face broke into a beaming smile. "That's just Ben's dad," she informed Stephanie. Whom she had never had the chance to see before. Once they got down here, she was going to have to ask how he'd managed. "I'm assuming, anyway." Carefully moving to make room, she nodded at Fraser. "Just be careful, yeah? I've done my invisible brain picking up for the day."

To Dean she grinned, "You're the king of something. So, your Majesty, do you want to come with me and Steph and Steeler and Ben and Sargeant Fraser to make cookies?" She looked over at Stephanie. "With extra chocolate chips, of course."

No answer to the lack of knives. Best to just distract the girl from the topic. "And hobos are usually in groups. Of three, I think. Maybe more. But, anyway, they also like boxcars and to eat out of cans." TV was educational!

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Apparently his father's appearance had caused some chaos. Fraser found himself unsurprised. He sighed heavily. "Great, look, you see, Dad? Now there's panic in the streets." Bob squinted down over the rafter. What are you talking about? How can they even see me? They're children. "Well, actually, they're not, and--"

All right, he'd had enough quality time for one day. He glanced down at Lily and returned the nod, thumbing the side of his nose. "I'll see you later, Dad." As easily as if he were going for a dive, he jumped neatly from the rafter and sailed down to the floor. He landed on his feet with a quiet 'oof,' or at least he tried to; the pillows made balance kind of difficult, and he wound up toppling forward onto his knees. But unharmed, anyway!

He sprang to his feet, clapping his hands together. "I'm not a hobo, no," he told Dean. "I'm still a Mountie. Now, I heard something about cookies?"

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Of course, Steph's insult automatically earned her back a, "Your FACE is a king of stupid." Intelligence was key, when fighting with a kid near his age.

But, wait, huh? Had that chick just mentioned one of the magic words? Dean's eyes automatically flung - yes, flung - sideways, towards Lily, brightening with a flash of excitement. And holy crapy look at that the hobo cop guy was jumping down from, like, the freaking ceiling. That guy was nuts! It was cool! This was the best day ever! Even with the brain loss!

Wait, he wasn't a hobo? Second best day ever.

Besides, he was a bit distracted by something, the thing that Lily had said earlier that was suddenly sending the hair up on the back of his neck, rather than the excitement he had shown before. Cookies? Dad barely even let him and Sammy out on Halloween. And he had to inspect all of their candy and stuff. Even the pre-packaged ones. Cookies... those were, man, baked right there. And unpackaged. And this chick could slip in Dran-O any time she felt like it.

Stupid! Stupid, stupid! He should've noticed that earlier! His stupid brains got in the way! "My dad says to not take food from strangers," he automatically prompted Lily in return, speaking a little too fast for his own good, eyes widening a bit up towards the woman.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Stupid Dean. Cookies were now most definitely part of The Plan (along with a neat hat!), and he was still on her payroll, darn it!

"My dad says you have to take what you want. But then he gets mad when I take his uti..uta...belt with neat toys." She scratched her head. "Adults are weird. Anyway, they're not strangers. They're Lily and Ninja Cop." Ninja Cop was a muuuuch better name than Benton, she decided.

She linked arms with Dean (which was hard, 'cause he was still Tall, so she had to stand on her tip-toes) and looked and Lily and Ninja Cop. "We'll help you make cookies. And we'd also like some milk to go with them, please."

She said please, so they had to yes.

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"I could see your dad," Lily murmured to Ben, a smile lighting up her eyes. "How did he do that?" Whatever it was, it was very awesome. But before she could go on, Dean spoke up, and a something sad flickered across her face. Crouching down so she was eye-level with Dean, she nodded. "Your dad is a smart man. You shouldn't take food from strangers."

She held out her hand. "I'm Lily Evans. I'm a professor here. And I'll eat the first cookie, just so you can be sure, yeah?"

Turning to Steph, she grinned. "Oh, absolutely. Milk is essential. What are cookies without milk?" Nodding towards her back, she arched an eyebrow. "Want a ride?" She'd never gotten to give Harry a piggy-back ride, but she remembered her dad doing it, carting her out of the zoo when she was too tired and stuffed with ice cream to walk. For a second her throat tightened, but Lily's expression only got soft and a kind of distant ache shone in her eyes. Steeler had wandered over and chuffed softly at them, snuffling Lily's face, and then Steph's and Dean's in turn. "Not you, you lazy git," she grinned, scratching behind the dog's ear.

[themountie.livejournal.com]

The tiny little voice of dissent in Fraser's ear muttered something dark at him when Lily's first move was to ask about his father and not, you know, if he was all right after jumping down from the ceiling. He pushed it away and smiled blandly. "I'm not entirely sure. He's been working on it, though. I believe he should be visible to most if not all of the ex-deceased now." And that was the end of Bob talk. He was ending it there. And no, he was not inviting him to cookies.

Turning back to the kids, Fraser discovered that he apparently had a new nickname. And a child who listened to his father -- wasn't that nice? Fraser, not seeing the irony in that train of thought, smiled brightly down at Dean. "You can call me Constable Fraser, son, if you like. Or Ninja Cop. Whichever one suits you. And I'll take the second cookie, how's that?"

Diefenbaker, who had been off playing with Steeler, chose this moment to wander back as well. Fraser glanced down at him and smirked with fond exasperation. "And I'm sure Diefenbaker here will be happy to take the third, just to be on the safe side." Dief barked an affirmative. Fraser rolled his eyes, but patted him lightly. "Now, shall we? They won't bake themselves." He stood, adjusting his uniform, brushing off the dust on his knees.

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

EW, STEPH WAS TOUCHING HIS ARM, WHAT THE HECK. She probably had, like... ammonia or some other kind of STD! God! Was she trying to get him sick? Not that Dean knew that 'ammonia' was not even a sickness, let alone a sexually transmitted disease, but, well. Let him live in his own little world. For the time being, he just stuck his tongue out at Steph, making a wrinkled face afterwards. Ew. Girls. They were so gross. Boys were way cooler.

This chick's name was Lily? Right. She said that before. ...Yeah, he probably wasn't going to remember. Right now, he was still fighting the random, stupid urges to call her 'Mom'. GOD, she reminded him so much of...

Shut up, Dean. Cookies were at hand. Dean hesitated, shifting from foot to foot and chewing on his lip. "You sure you're not gonna poison them or something? Because I know how to use a gun!" And he did! He was good at shooting soda cans! Not that they were soda cans and not that Dean had a gun right now, but the thought counted. "And I could totally take you guys!"

Okay. The warning was out there. No stupid adults would be thinking of putting Dran-O in his cookies. On that note. "Is Constable your first name? Because that's kinda mean of your parents." He kept inching towards Fraser, centimeter by centimeter. Hey, the guy was wicked cool. And, you know, had that Y chromosome. Therefore, they could be best friends.

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"Really?" Glee! That would make her the tallest person in the room. And possibly the world. "Okay!" Climbing aboard, she reveled in her newfound tallness.

Awesome. She wasn’t quite as tall as Ninja Cop, but he was both a ninja and a cop (hence the name!) so no one could really expect her to keep up with that.

"I don’t think dogs are supposed to have chocolate," she advised. Why, yes. Stephanie Brown was cautioning against junk food. 12 years from now, she would be absolutely horrified.

"He also knows how to pick locks," she added helpfully. "So if you're hiding poison in a safe, we could still find it." She cupped her hand around Lily's ear, and whispered: "I don't think you're poisoning us, but Dean is not very smart and needs to hear good stuff about himself." Hey, cookies were at stake. You had to play both sides of the fence!