Misshoneyprincess

You were sick and tired of it. All the lies, all the broken trust and forgotten dates. All of the tears when you had found out Barry had been in love with Iris his entire life. You had given Barry multiple chances, which always ended with "I just have a lot of work to finish at the CCPD," or "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you," which he never did. You knew for sure that he didn't have 'a lot of work to finish' because you had asked your good friend Eddie Thawne (Who wasn't very happy about the Barry-Iris situation either) about Barry, and surprisingly he had told you that Barry hadn't been working too much lately. Deception. Betrayal. Lies

                It was months before the boys and (Name) had made any progress. She was rough on the little fledglings; it tore her apart the first weeks, watching the tears and listening to their cries. Knowing she had done it and she was not allowed to comfort her baby boys. Slowly everything began to fall into place, once they were ten it was time to get harsh.            “Gabe, Balth, Cas, Luce!” (Name) called, “Make your own dinners tonight! The guys and I are going out!”            “Have some compassion, woman! We’ve made our own dinner every day this weeks!” Lucifer yelled back.          

    “Dean! Sam! We’ve got a problem!” (Name) called from her bedroom the next morning.              The two men came stumbling into the room, flicking the light on. They stared in disbelief at the girl who was surrounded by what appeared to be babies.            “(Name). Please tell me they didn’t…”            “Regress in age, Dean? Yeah. I think they did. And I think I’ve cracked the code on top of that.” She responded sassily.              “What’s your idea?” Sam asked.            “It’s how old we treat them. Whatever Crowley did to them gave

"Uncle Sammy can you tell me a bed time story?" "Sure (y/n)." He smiles and walks around the bed to the shelf and grabs the first book he sees. "How bout' Harry, the hungry Hippo?" You shake your head and sit up in the bed, cradling your stuffed animal in your arms. "Um. . . Can I hear one of Daddy's special bed time stories?" Your uncle puts the book back on the shelf, "How do they go?" Your eyes open wide, "What! Uncle Sammy your in all the stories! You fought the evil sock monkey for your soul!" Sam sits on the edge of your bed. He lets out a laugh. "An evil sock monkey?" You leap out from underneath the covers and into your uncle's la