Dean sighed, curling up a bit tighter against his own body. He was laying down in his bed, feeling young and smaller than usual. He knew what that meant. He definitely needed to regress.

However, he didn’t want to seem needy or annoy you by going to you because he wanted to regress. You probably didn’t want to deal with a clingy baby.

Before he knew it, tears were falling down his cheeks and dripping onto the bedsheets. A chocked sob managed to escape him, which only made him feel worse.