A Fun Day, SPN RPS, G

[phantisma]

Title: A Fun Day
Fandom: SPN RPS
Pairing/Characters: Jared, Jensen, Jeff
Rating: G
Word Count: 4041
Summary: Jensen wakes up to find his roommate is a seven year old boy, for reasons he can not begin to fathom.

A/Ns & Warnings: De-Aged Jared. Unabashed kid!fic. Duckies and cars and playgrounds. Not even a vague hint at porn. I blame this on my Twitter-kin because, although the idea was all mine, they were totally enabling.




Jared has always believed that wishes came true. Always. He wished as a kid that he'd be bigger than his daddy when he grew up, and he towered over him. He wished for a new bike for his tenth birthday and got it. He wished to be an actor, and he was. That's just how it was. You wished hard enough and were a good person, things happened, wishes came true.

Still, he never really expected this. Jensen could tell.

There had been the usual box of birthday stuff from his mother, including a "very special candle" for his cake and birthday wish. Jensen had brought out the cake, with the special candle in the middle and watched Jared close his eyes and think really hard about his wish before he blew out all the candles and beamed at everyone around him. He was such a little kid.

Jensen rubbed his hands over his face as the thought occurred to him because…well…Jared was. A little kid. Like actually a little kid.

Jensen spread his fingers and looked at the end of his bed. It was Jared. Jensen had already checked to make sure it wasn't a prank. Jared wasn’t in his bed, wasn't anywhere in the house, well, except for the three foot version following Jensen from room to room, his t-shirt dragging the ground.

And that had been almost an hour ago, after he woke up to two huge green eyes filled with tears under a mop of brown curls and a tiny voice asking him to wake up, please Jen, please wake up.

The shaggy mop of hair that hid Jared's face shook, two small hands moved to rub at eyes that Jensen couldn't actually see through the hair. He didn't get enough sleep for this. Not that he could imagine how much sleep would be enough for this, he was just really sure that three hours wasn't enough.

So far what Jensen knew amount to next to nothing. The kid knew his name was Jared Padalecki, though watching that tiny mouth make that name flow out was disturbingly adorable, and that Jensen was…well, Jensen. He wasn't completely convinced the kid knew who he actually was though.

The silence between them was getting awkward and Jared looked like he was going to cry at any moment. Jensen had tried asking questions, but if Jared knew what had happened, he wasn't actually saying. In fact, he'd just stopped talking all together.

Do something Jensen. He chastised himself and patted the bed next to him. "Come here, Jare." Jared crawled up on the bed and climbed into Jensen's lap. He was trying very hard not to look scared as Jensen brushed the hair from his face, but his lip was quivering a little and his eyes looked wet.

"Okay, so…I don't know what happened…but we'll get through it okay?" And he could only be thankful that they'd already wrapped the season, because there was no way in hell Jensen could explain this to Eric.

Hell, he wasn't sure he believed it himself except for the lapful of Jared with a very bony butt who couldn't sit still. "What can you remember Jared?"

"I woke up and I wasn't in my bed I was in this big bed all alone, but I wasn't scared, not really. I think I'm supposed to be here." Jared mumbled mostly into Jensen's chest.

"Yes, you are. I'm going to make sure you're okay. Do you remember anything about last night?"

Jared sniffled at him, his little face screwing up in some approximation of the very familiar bitch-face he pulled as Sam on the show. "It was my birthday and we had cake. I was big."

That much was true. Jensen had taken the candle Jared's mother had sent and put it in the middle of the rest and they'd sung and Jared had been beaming and happy, and…

"I'm hungry."

It was well past time they would normally be up and eating and Jensen nodded. "Okay, let's get breakfast."

He eased Jared off him and stood. "I think we have some cereal." He couldn't watch Jared climb down off the bed or the way he tripped over the t-shirt that was the only thing he was wearing. Jensen was going to have to find him something to wear.

"I want ice cream." Jared whined.

"You can't have ice cream for breakfast." Jensen rubbed at his eyes and stumbled into the kitchen, groaning at the mess still left over from the party.

"But I don't like cereal."

"Dude, you bought the cereal." Jensen grabbed the box and put it on the table. Jared looked up at him, his green eyes bright and wide and impossibly Jared. The t-shirt hung off of him and puddled on the floor at his feet, the short sleeves coming down to his wrists. There was a mixture of stubbornness and fear on his face that made Jensen cringe. "You know what? You can have the ice cream."

Jared's face transformed into a grin, a huge smile that made him look even younger than seven. "But only a little."

He pulled out the chocolate ice cream left over from the party and scooped some into a bowl, setting it down on the table at Jared's usual place. Jared climbed up on the chair. "You're the best Jen!"

"I'm going to make a couple calls, see if I can get you some clothes." Not that he knew who to call. Chris was already on his flight out by now. Steve probably hadn't crawled out of bed yet.

His eyes fell on the wrapper from the candle that was still laying on the counter. It was hand crafted, just like the candle, with a tag on it that read, "Birthday Wishes, close your eyes and dream."

Jensen huffed and headed out of the kitchen. It couldn't be that…witchcraft didn't really exist. His hand was on the phone and dialing before he could stop himself. "Hey, good morning."

Jared's mother was bubbly and happy and glad to hear from him, asking about the presents and the birthday and Jensen let her go until she trailed off. "Is everything okay?"

"I just had a question." Jensen managed. "About the candle?"

She chuckled. "He gets one every year. His grandmother got them from this little shop when he was little. He really believed they grant him his wishes, so I've kept getting them."

"And he always gets what he wishes for?" Jensen knew how he sounded.

"Jensen, honey, are you okay? You sound worried."

What was he supposed to say to that? "I'm fine. I just…Jared…one of the guests last night wanted to know where it came from. That's all."

"Are you sure?"

"Sorry to have bothered you."

"It's never a bother, you know that."

Jensen exhaled. He needed to get Jared to tell him exactly what he wished for. What was he thinking? This shit wasn't real. Sure, crazy things happened on the set, but that was different. Except…He peeked into the kitchen where Jared's little feet were swinging under his chair and his face was wearing more of the chocolate than he could possibly have eaten.

Jensen groaned and dialed again. "Jeff, sorry. It's still early."

Jeff grumbled and Jensen could hear him rolling over in bed. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah…no…I don't know." Jensen sighed and wandered back into the living room. "Could you do me a favor without asking too many questions?"

"What's going on?"

"I just…I need some kids clothes, and toys. I can't really leave the house."

"Where's Jared?"

Of course Jeff would ask that. "He's…gone. Some special…thing. I can't really talk about it right now."

"So, you're stuck at the house with a kid and need clothes and toys." Jeff yawned into the phone. "Are you going to explain this?"

"Yeah, sure. When you get here."

"What size?"

"What?" Jensen wasn't expecting the question, but that was just stupid. Of course would need to know a size. "Um, he's seven, does that help?”

"How tall is he?"

"He comes up to my hip."

"Okay, give me a few hours."

"Thanks Jeff." He hung up and put the phone down. A few hours. He could manage a few hours. By himself. With a pint-sized Jared. He headed back into the kitchen and couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Jared was chocolate from forehead to half way down the shirt. "What'd you do, lick the bowl?"

Jared giggled. Honest to god giggled and held up his licked clean bowl. "Put it in the sink and let's get you cleaned up."

"Who'd you call?" Jared asked, holding up the hem of the shirt so he wouldn't trip.

"Well, I thanked your mother for the gifts she sent and I asked Jeff to bring some clothes over for you."

Jared froze, fear clouding his eyes. "You weren't supposed to call Mommy. She'll get scared. She doesn't know."

Jensen frowned and squatted down in front of Jared. "Doesn't know what, Jare?"

Jared rolled his eyes at Jensen like he was a moron. "That I'm little again."

Jensen sighed. "I didn't tell her anything, just asked about the stuff she sent you."

"You didn't tell her I was little?"

"She wouldn't have believed me." He narrowed his eyes at Jared. "Or would she? Did she do this, Jared?"

His voice dropped to a whisper. "She's a fairy, Jensen, she makes wishes come true."

Jensen couldn't believe that, but it was clear Jared did. "What did you wish for, Jared?"

"I don't really remember, I just was thinking about when I was little and how fun everything was and I wanted to have fun." Jared pouted at him. "Are you mad at me?"

Truthfully, he sort of was mad, but not with the scared little boy in front of him. "No, Jared. I'm not mad." Suddenly, Jared launched himself at Jensen, burying his sticky chocolate face into Jensen's neck, arms around him, all but knocking them both over backward.

It took a while, but Jensen figured out how to get up even though Jared wasn't letting go, and carried him up into the bathroom. He let go then, diving at the line of rubber duckies his older self collected along the back edge of the tub. "I love these!"

"Yeah, I know." Jensen chuckled and got the water started. "You get cleaned up and I'll see if I can find a smaller shirt for you until Jeff gets here."

Jared struggled his way out of the t-shirt with all the modesty of any seven year old boy and splashed into the tub with the ducks as Jensen left the bathroom. He forced himself to focus on doing things, because then he didn't have to think about what and why. He pulled off his own shirt, which was now full of chocolate too, and used it to wipe his face and neck.

He rummaged in the closet for the box of clothes that he had set aside when he moved in, the stuff that had been hanging around in his closet for years, and hadn't fit in longer than that, eventually coming up with a shirt that would still be ten sizes too big, but it was better than letting the kid run around naked.

Jared was still playing in the tub, using the ducks like war ships with all the accompanying noises of explosions and gunfire, so Jensen just left the t-shirt with his towel and headed down to start cleaning up after the party mess, yawning as he went. He was so going to need sleep soon.

He de-trashed, loaded the dishwasher and set it to running. He got rid of the bottles and cans, dumping them into the recycling bin out the back door, falling back with a half muffled "oomph" as Harley and Sadie came at him full on. In all the confusion he'd forgotten them, and Jared had put them in the yard the night before to keep them from taking over the whole party.

Before he could stop them, they came barreling into the house and right for the stairs. He dashed after them, stopping short at the top of the stairs. Jared stood motionless, arms out, Jensen's t-shirt pulled on over his wet, tousled head while the dogs circled him, sniffing.

Harley's nose nuzzled up under the shirt and Jared giggled, squirming his little butt around as Sadie's nose found his face, tongue slapping over his chin. Her tail started to wag, her whole back end moving as she got excited.

Jared squealed and threw his arms around her neck, going down in a rolling pile of dog and little boy. Harley joined the fracas with a whining sort of sound, his mouth open and drooling.

Jared was laughing so hard his face turned bright red as he came up for air. He grabbed at Jensen's hand, all but climbing up his body to get free of the tongues and paws. He was breathing heavy and clinging to Jensen and still laughing. "I forgot!" Jared exclaimed when he could finally talk. "I LOVE dogs!"

Jensen couldn't help but chuckle. "You don't say…they are yours after all."

His eyes lit up. Jensen held him against his hip, Jared's legs around his waist. The dogs both sat down and stared up at them, tongues dangling as they panted. "We should feed them." Jensen turned and headed down the stairs, the dogs following.

Jensen let Jared help him fill the dog's dishes in the kitchen, then settled him in the living room watching the cartoon channel, which Jared might have been doing even if he wasn't seven. He managed to get the rest of the kitchen cleaned before his exhaustion was pulling on him.

He sat on the couch, yawning and wondering what the hell was keeping Jeff. He laid down, opening his eyes to check on Jared. He briefly wondered where he'd found crayons and markers, but he was too tired to worry about it.

He woke sometime later to the sound of the doorbell and Jared scrambling to hide behind the chair. Jensen stood up, calling out to Jeff to let him know he was coming. He shuffled to the door, wishing suddenly that he'd put on a clean shirt, it had gotten a little chilly. He pulled open the door as Jeff dropped his cigarette and crushed it on the step.

Jeff looked up and started laughing. "Hello to you too." Jensen said, a little miffed. Jeff just pointed at his face. "What?"

"Mirror." Jeff said around his laughing and Jensen turned for the mirrored wall thing Jared's mother had given him.

There were lines on his face, drawn in red marker, connecting freckles into something like whiskers, and circles on his forehead. Jeff was still laughing as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "My god, your back."

Jensen twisted, trying to see, but all he could tell was that there were more lines. "Jared!" His voice was tight, angry sounding.

Jared was nowhere to be seen. "Jared!"

"I thought you said Jared was gone." Jeff said, setting a bag on the coffee table.

Jensen huffed. "It's…complicated. Jared, I'm not playing! Get your ass out--" He spotted Jared's mop of hair first, then his eyes, peeking out from behind the chair. "This isn't funny!"

"I think it's funny." Jeff said, stepping away when Jensen tried to smack him. He took a step toward the chair, and that flushed Jared out, making him run to Jensen and wrap his arms around Jensen's legs, hiding from Jeff.

Jensen wanted to be angry, but he could feel Jared's lip quivering, could feel the fear in his grip. "Hey, it's okay." He pried Jared's hands loose, but as soon as he let go, they were back around his leg. "Jared, you know Jeff."

Jared said something, but it was lost in the material of Jensen's sweat pants. "What?"

Jared tilted his head back. "He's big."

Jensen looked up at Jeff as he squatted down to put himself at Jared's level. "I guess he is from down here. I hadn't thought of that." Jensen beckoned Jeff over and Jeff knelt down beside him.

"Oh my god." Jeff said as he got a really good look. "What--How? Jared?"

"He woke up like this. I don't begin to know what happened. " Jensen said softly. "He's a little skittish," he added as Jeff reached a hand out.

"I would be too." Jeff smiled. "You know who I am, Jared?"

Jared looked like he was going to bolt or bury his face against Jensen again for a minute, then he nodded slowly. His hand brushed over Jeff's beard. "Jeff. You were here yesterday."

"I brought you some clothes to wear, and some cars and Peeber."

Jared took a half step closer to Jeff. "What's a Peeber?"

Jeff leaned back for the bag, dumping everything out to lift a stuffed dog. "My mother gave him to me. I thought you might like to hold onto him for me."

"He's spotty." Jared brushed a hand over the dog, then tentatively took him, tucking him under one arm. "Want to see what I drew?"

"You mean other than what's all over Jensen's face?"

Jared's eyes got big again and he looked back at Jensen. "Connect the dots." He held the look for a minute, his eyes on Jensen, making sure Jensen wasn't going to kill him. Jensen stood as Jeff grabbed one of the markers off the table.

"At least it's washable. Go on, shower. I've got this."

"You sure?" Jensen felt weird pawning Jared off, like somehow he was responsible for him, but Jeff reassured him that they'd be fine.

He had to admit, a shower sounded like a bit of heaven. He scrubbed at his face and used Jared's sponge on a stick to scrub his back of all the red marker connecting the freckles. He took the time to shave and brush his teeth and wrapped himself in a towel to pad across to his bedroom.

He was feeling a little more like himself as he pulled on jeans and a shirt and headed down the stairs. Jared had Jeff laying on the floor, using his back as a parking lot while Jeff ran two cars at each other demolition style and Jared ran one up the back of Jeff's leg.

"Well, I can see you two are having fun."

Jeff grinned up at him as Jared made one car fly off Jeff's thigh. Jared jumped up and ran at Jensen, throwing himself and knocking Jensen back against the wall. "Jeff said we could go to the park. There's a park, he said, down the street, with swings and a merrygoround and a slide that's taller than he is and we can take the dogs and we want to go, can we go Jen, can we?"

Honestly, leaving the house did not sound like a good thing to him. He looked at Jeff who shrugged. "You're the one who gave him ice cream for breakfast, he's gotta run off that energy."

"Please? Please? Please?"

Jensen had to admit that the Jared puppy dog eyes and full on pout that was lethal when he was a grown man was next to impossible to even look at without caving in when it was on his seven year old face.

"Fine, but you stay close and hold a hand when we cross the street."

Jeff was up off the floor, grinning at Jensen like a crazy fool. "Not a word from you."

"What? Did I say anything?"

"I can see it on your face. Just…here." He thrust Jared at him. "Let me get the leashes."

An hour and a half later, Harley and Sadie were asleep at Jensen's feet while Jared climbed the park play structure, in some crazy game with the neighborhood kids.

"You're good with kids, Jen." Jeff said softly.

Jensen watched Jared throw himself into the sand and roll over to play dead. "Thanks, I guess." He squirmed. "What if this is…" He didn't want to ask the question, not really.

"Real? Long-term? Permanent?" Jeff supplied, ever so helpful. "We'll deal with it. Maybe Eric won't…but we can manage."

"What am I supposed to tell his mother? Hell, what am I supposed to tell myself? This shit isn't supposed to be real, Jeff."

"Breathe, and take each step as it comes. For all you know, once he's gotten what he wanted, it'll all go back to normal."

Jensen snorted. "For all we know, he has no clue what he wanted."

"I say, give it a day. Let him have his fun. See what tomorrow brings."

Jensen watched Jared chase another kid around the swings and up into the hideaway at the top of the play structure. It was clear he was having a good time. Jeff sighed.

"I should go, I've got scripts to read."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks…for everything."

Jeff pulled him into a hug. "You call me tomorrow. Let me know how things stand."

"I will."

Jeff paused to say goodbye to the dogs, then called Jared, who came running over. "I'm gonna run. I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Promise?" Jared asked, throwing himself at Jeff, arms wrapped around his legs.

Jeff pried him loose and squatted. "Promise. Jensen's going to call me after you two are up and about. You have fun okay?"

Jared yawned and Jensen looked around them in the late afternoon sun. It was edging on toward dinner time. Jensen stood too, gathering the leashes. "We should think about dinner and getting some rest too."

Jared moaned and whined and begged for five more minutes, but ultimately, his tired little body won and he waved ragged goodbyes to his new friends as they headed for home.

"Watcha want for dinner, squirt?" Jensen asked as they neared the house.

"Pancakes!" Jared exclaimed. "With chocolate chips. And whipped cream."

Jensen should have guessed. Jared had told him once that it had been his favorite dinner when he was a kid. Every birthday and special occasion it had been his choice.

"Okay, chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream."

Jared nearly fell asleep in his plate, but demanded television time after Jensen cleared the table. Jared fell asleep on Jensen's lap before 8pm, his head lolling against Jensen's shoulder.

He clung to Jensen, even in his sleep as Jensen carried him upstairs to his room and when Jensen tried to extricate himself, Jared had whimpered and asked him to stay.



Jensen woke to an inferno pressed to his back, a mammoth hand on his chest, two legs twined through his, and Jared's chin digging into his shoulder.

"You made me pancakes." Jared murmured as Jensen tried to roll free of the suddenly normal man. "With whipped cream and chocolate chips."

Jensen poked his shoulder. "You freaked me out."

Jared's nose nuzzled against his shoulder. "Not my fault."

"No?"

"Birthday wishes…they're testy things, my grandma used to say." Jared lifted up and smiled down at him. "Now it's my turn to give you a perfect day. You stay here, go back to sleep. I'll make coffee and breakfast and bring you the paper…"

Jensen chuckled. "I'm not your father, Jared."

"Coffee and breakfast then?" Jared was up and out of bed, picking at the rather small pair of sweats that didn't even look like shorts and the t-shirt that was at least two sizes too small.

Jensen waited a while, listening to Jared putz around in the kitchen, and when he could smell the coffee, he got up and headed downstairs. Jared had coffee and eggs waiting for him in the kitchen and as he sat down at the table, Jensen noticed an addition to the collage of pictures and magnets on the refrigerator door. Hand drawn in crayon and marker was a picture of a man and a boy and two dogs.

Jared's handwriting was scrawled across the top. "A Fun Day."

Jared sat, eyes narrowing at the grin on Jensen's face. "What?"

Jensen looked Jared in the eye. "Just wondering if we could sell Eric on the idea…Sam getting reverted to a 7 year old?"