"Break down the case again?" Dean asked as he drove down the highway with the radio blaring. It was moments like these between cases in the impala, windows down, and listening to his baby purr that made life worth it.

"Maybe if you would turn down the music and actually listen I wouldn't have to repeat myself over and over." Sammy whined beside him. Dean rolled his eyes and turned the music down.

"Crappy station anyway." He mumbled. Sam pulled out a manilla folder and opened up the case files.

"Okay, five victims, all men, mid-twenties gone missing in the past week. Family says they just disappeared without a trace, in the middle of eating, sleeping, one guy was in the shower at the time. Pretty crazy." Sam said flipping through papers. That's it? This was what they were driving a hundred miles for? Dean thought.

"Crazy, but that's not our kind of crazy." Dean replied whistling.

"Well that's not all, each victim that goes missing turns up where they were taken from." Sam said.

"Dead?"

"Dean did you even listen at all the first time?" Sam asked. Dean frowned and shrugged.

"Nope."

"Ugh," Sam exclaimed shaking his head, "no, not dead. Babies! Toddlers actually, they show up as toddlers. They claim to be the men taken. After doing DNA tests the cops discovered each toddler was a hundred percent match." Sam replied.

"So wait, you're telling me that someone or something is turning fully grown men into whiny little brats?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, you're safe then, you're not exactly tiny, but you're a whiny brat. Close enough."

"Ha ha Dean. This is a serious investigation! It's like they've been taken back in time, unlike anything I've ever seen!" Sam said shaking his head.

"Have you called Bobby?"

"Yeah, he's not answering though. He's probably out on that case he told us about. It looks like we're on our own on this one." Sam sighed.

"I hope it's not a witch. I hate them freaky-deeky, who-do bitches, always cutting things open and hanging them from the ceiling... shit's unsanitary..." Dean said disgusted.

"Says the man whom wallows in his own filth." Sam said picking up a discarded food wrapper and tossed it in back.

"It's not filth, it's decor Sammy." Dean said flicking the back of Sam's ear before Sam slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me."

"Whiny little brat." Dean sang out turning the music back up.

They rolled into the small town at about ten and found a small motel on the outskirts of town. Dean strolled into the office to check in.

"Welcome to Green Park, How can I help you?" A bored counter attendant asked from behind his magazine.

"I'd like two beds please, tab open until we leave town in a few days." Dean sighed taking out four of the complimentary mints from the jar on the counter.

The clerk sighed setting aside his magazine and grabbed a key. Dean gave him one of the fake credit cards and the attendant rang up the room. After the clerk was done he gave Dean both the credit card and the room keys before going back to his magazine. Awesome service. Dean shook his head as he walked out and joined Sam in unloading the car.

"Did he think we were gay?" Sam asked.

"Nope, pay up." Dean snickered holding out his hands. Sam sighed and pulled a five from his wallet.

"You win once in how long?"

"Shut it Sammy! Me and Abe here are getting to know one another." Dean said holding up the five dollar bill waving it around slightly.

"Dumbest bet ever." Sam grumbled.

"I'm sorry Sam, couldn't hear you over the sound of me winning!" Dean said smiling largely after licking his lips. Sam rolled his eyes and trudged off to their room.

After the twenty-third time checking into shady motels Sam purposed a new bet based on the amount of times the clerks thought the brothers were gay. Of course for Sam the bet seemed like an easy way to make money, for Dean it was a way of insisting to anyone he was not gay in front of Sam to keep him off his back about Cas. So what if clerks thought he was gay? I mean... there's nothing wrong with being gay, but not with you brother... I mean they were right, Dean was gay... but Sam didn't need to know about that just yet.

Dean smiled smug as he lifted his large green duffel from the backseat and looked after Sam as he opened the room door. He'd tell him soon, just maybe another day...

"Hello Dean."

"Holy shit!" Dean exclaimed dropping his bag and jumping as Cas appeared beside him. "Dammit Cas! We talked about this!"

"For someone who hunts things that go bump in the nights you sure are touchy." Castiel said seriously. Touchy? Bump in the night?

"Have you been on the internet again?" Dean asked.

"No Dean."

Dean eyed the angel as he reached down again for his bag.

"So what are you doing here then?" Dean asked.

"You prayed last night."

"I did... last night."

"Yes."

"Meaning when I said, "Cas, get your ass down here haven't seen you in a while." I meant at that moment." Dean smiled.

"Oh."

"It's fine."

"The angels are up to something."

"Like?"

"I am not sure yet." Cas said.

"Oh, well, good to know."

"Yes it is." Cas said unaware of Dean's sarcasm. Dean stared at the thinking angel with a smile on his face. Cas never made him bored, that's for sure.

Cas was a few inches shorter than Dean. He had large crystal like blue eyes that were always observing things around him big and small. Dean loved Castiel's doe eyes. They were like windows that allowed him to see the real angel inside. He'd always told Cas his eyes were so bright because that was a little of the real Cas shining through.

"Dean, I think we should address the children." Cas interrupted.

"The children? What children?" Dean asked confused. Dean was almost certain they had no children, unless Cas was not telling him the whole picture here.

"The case Dean. The men who are turned into the toddlers in this town." Castiel said simply.

"Oh right, those children." Dean said scratching the back of his neck.

"What other children would I be referring to Dean?"

"I don't know..." Dean said shutting the car door with a smile.

"Dean, I am uncertain this case is save." Cas said.

"When is it ever safe? How bad could it be? We find the "it" that's popping out the kids, gank it, and everything goes back to normal."

"No Dean, I was referring to the dangers of Sam and you being effected. Actually you. Sam is perfectly fine."

"Why me?"

"The men whom have been marked have all been childish."

"Are you calling me childish?"

"I just did Dean."

"I am not childish." Dean declared screwing up his faces confused, scoffing at the idea.

"Yes you are Dean."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"Nu-uh."

"Yes Dean."

"Nu-uh."

"Dean."

"What?"

"You are exhibiting childlike behavior now."

"Oh you think your so cool." Dean grumbled as he walked off to the hotel room.

"As I said, this is a potential risk to your safety." Cas said walking along side of him.

"I'm fine Cas." Dean growled.

"But Dean."

"Cas really! I'm a big boy! I can take care of myself!" Dean barked. Cas pursed his lips and nodded.

"Very well then." And disappeared.

Dean walked into the musty room and glanced at Sam typing away on his computer. He was quiet as he unpacked his things, thinking about Cas's warning.

"Sammy, I'm not childish... am I?" Dean asked casually turning to his brother. Sam scoffed,

"Dude, you're like the most childish person I know."

"Aw Come on!"

"Dean! You still carry the giant rainbow slinky around everywhere we go, you argue with me about getting pie at the store, and you stole that seven year old's ice cream the other day..." Sam said.

"I did not steal that! I won that fair and square! I mean really how does paper beat rock? Come on common sense?!" Dean yelled pointing to his brother.

"Dean! You took the ice cream and ran.

"I didn't run... I walked away hastily... Kid didn't need it anyway, looked like that dude with the tires... you know the fat one." Dean said motioning the air around him as if he were overweight. Sam raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

"Like I said, childish." Sam went back to his typing and Dean stuck out his tongue, "Just another example Dean." Sam called out without looking up.

"Ah, shut up geek boy."