A/N: New fic!! This is gonna be a small chapter fic; I'd say four to five chapters, maybe less. I hope ya'll enjoy it. To the one who asked me for this specific story…hope I don't disappoint! Love ya!!

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Chapter 1

"I swear, if we have to deal with anymore teenage wannabe witches again, I'm gonna have to reconsider this 'no human killing' rule we have." Haley huffed, sliding out of the Impala, Sam and Dean following suit.

They had just wrapped up a witch hunt in the small, quiet town of Salem , Illinois . It had been rather easy considering the witch had turned out to be an amateur seventeen year old kid trying to be cool by dabbling in the black arts.

Haley had been the first to enter the house, using her girl assets to distract the enemy while Sam and Dean sneaked around back to where the guy kept his supposed alter. She'd quickly come up with a story about her attending the same school he did and having a small crush on him but never feeling confident enough to go up to him; the guy had smiled smugly and allowed her access to his home, his eyes oogling her as she walked past him.

It had taken every ounce of self control she had to keep from bashing his face in and clawing his eyes out, but the job was the job and she couldn't afford to mess this up. She played the bashful beauty part well, batting her eyelashes when needed, leaning farther down when needed, and even giggled at the stupid crap the kid said, only to have it blow up in her face.

Turns out, the kid wasn't such an amateur.

"Oh come on Haley, it wasn't that bad." Dean smirked, pulling the key card out of his back pocket.

Haley turned around, a scowl marring her face. "Not that bad? Dean, the guy cursed me!" she said pointedly.

"He didn't curse you, he just—"

"He put me to sleep Dean," she cut him off. "And who knows what else he could've whammied me with while I was out…God I hate fucking witches!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Hay quit overreacting; he just put you under a small sleeping spell, no big deal, the spell was broken once the alter was destroyed and you're up and annoying the hell out of me already," he said nonchalantly, sliding the key through and swinging the door open.

Haley growled and pushed Dean out of the way. "Whatever, I'm gonna jump in the shower." She huffed, walking past her brothers. A nice hot shower would do her good. She was tired and sore and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep for a few hours…on her own terms.

Sam shook his head. "Do you have to do that man?" he sighed, dropping his bag on the bed.

"Do what?" Dean asked, looking perplexed.

"Piss her off? She's hormonal enough Dean." Sam scoffed.

Dean shrugged. "I'm the older brother Sammy; it's my job to piss you both off. Read the manual little brother." He smirked, dropping on the bed with a sigh. "Man, I'm beat."

"I thought you were hungry?" Sam asked; one eyebrow raised high.

"That too. Food first, sleep later," he said, reaching out for his phone. "I say we drive up to that small diner we saw a few blocks up; looked good," Dean said, eyeing the time on his phone.

"Yeah, sounds good." Sam nodded, taking a seat at the edge of his bed and pulling his laptop out.

"You lookin' for another job already?" Dean asked in mock shock. Ever since Sam had come back, it'd been one hunt after the other; almost as if the kid wanted to make up for not committing to the hunt when their dad was alive.

"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't want to stay in this town for much longer." Sam smirked, typing something on the keyboard.

"Make it a good one."

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Haley stood under the hot, steaming cascade of water, her body relaxing under the onslaught. She didn't know why she was so damn tired; she figured it had been an after effect of the sleeping spell, but that had been almost an hour ago…shouldn't she have felt normal now?

Sighing, she lifted her head up, exposing her face to the water, letting it run down her face and neck; she couldn't believe she'd let the guy get the drop on her like that. He'd known who she was from the start and what she was up too and he certainly hadn't been happy about it.

She had known something bad was coming the minute he walked around the small loveseat standing between them, quiet words muttered under his breath. By the time she'd reacted enough; she couldn't move or talk, which sucked, considering her brothers where just around the corner, and then everything had gone black.

She'd woken up twenty minutes later in the back of the Impala, Metallica playing quietly through the speakers.

"Stupid witches," she muttered softly, spitting out some water. She hated witches. They were human which made them hard to take care of because they couldn't just go in there guns blazing, and that left them vulnerable to attacks.

Letting the water run down her back once more, Haley reached down for her shampoo and quickly finished washing up before Sam and Dean came knocking. She wasn't up to dealing with their mother-hen acts today.

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"I think I found something down in Florida," Sam said, reading off a few headlines he'd found.

Dean listened intently, smiling as the thought of beaches, hot girls in bikinis, and hunting ran through his head. Nice.

"Dean, are you listening to me, man?" Sam asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

"Huh, yeah man. Hunt in Florida , sounds good," Dean said waving him off.

Sam shook his head. Sometimes he wondered about his older brother…

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Haley shut the water off in the shower and reached out for her towel, stopping suddenly as the room tilted dangerously to one side.

Whoa. She grabbed on to the wall and took in a few deep breaths trying to calm the vertigo that was now assaulting her body. Something was up.

After a few minutes, the dizziness abated and she attempted to get out of the bathtub again only to have the room shift on her again. Figuring it'd be best to sit down before she fell down, Haley leaned back against the wall and slid to the bottom of the bathtub, her head cradled on her knees.

What the hell is wrong with me? She thought fearfully. Her hands were shaking and her vision was going in and out of focus all the while the room spinning freely around her.

This can't be the spell…it should've worn off by now. She thought, trying to rack her brain for any possible answers. It was hard to think when everything around you was spinning and fading.

The spell. It was a simple sleeping spell; nothing out of this world. He'd mumbled off a few words and bam, she'd fallen asleep…that shouldn't have made her feel so…crap… What if it wasn't just a sleeping spell? The guy had mumbled off a lot of words…what if the spell came in waves? What if it didn't go away by just destroying the alter? What if he'd really whammied her while she was knocked out? Oh God.

'Dean…Sammy!' were her last thoughts before passing out cold in the bathtub.

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"Dude, what the hell is she doing in there? She's been in there for like an hour." Dean frowned, sitting up on the bed, eyeing the bathroom door warily.

Sam looked up from the laptop and followed Dean's gaze to the door. "She's probably taking a bath Dean, that or she's just avoiding you." He chuckled, knowing it'd be something Haley would do.

"Whatever, she just better hurry the hell up," he announced loudly, "'Cause I'm starving dude."

When no reply came, Dean scooted off the bed and headed for the bathroom door. He pounded on it a few times. "Hay, come on, I'm a growing man, I gotta eat!" he yelled through the door.

Still no answer.

"Huh? Ya think she fell asleep in the tub?" Dean asked, not putting it by his little sister to do so.

Sam frowned. "I wouldn't think so…" He stood from the chair and walked towards Dean. "Maybe she's ignoring you, let me try," he said, pushing Dean aside.

He knocked on the door gently. "Hay, everything ok in there?" he asked, his voice calm.

No answer.

"Haley?"

"See, I told you dude, she probably fell asle—"

Dean suddenly stopped, his head tilting to the right. "Sam, do you hear that?" he asked, scanning the room real quick.

Sam looked around the room, quietly searching out whatever Dean had heard and froze. "Someone's crying," he stated quietly.

Dean moved closer towards the front door only to stop halfway. "A kid. I can't hear it over here anymore," he said, walking back towards the bathroom. "Sam."

Sam's eyes widened. "Haley, we're comin' in," he yelled through the door, panicking a little when he didn't get a response.

"You better be decent!" Dean called out once before trying the door knob, which was thankfully unlocked.

Dean went in first, his head peeking in slowly. "Hay, everything ok in here?" he asked.

A small sniffling sound was his only answer.

Frowning, he stepped in completely and chanced a look at the tub… the empty tub.

"What the--?"

"Dean?" Sam pushed in past Dean and stopped, his face going stark white. "Is that a…Dean…no way." Sam stuttered, pointing at the corner between the sink and the toilet.

Dean turned around and looked to where Sam was pointing."Son of a bitch!" he muttered under his voice, quickly kneeling by the toilet seat. "H—Hay that you?" he asked, swallowing nervously.

Haley's little legs were held tightly against her chest, her small body shivering from the cool air suddenly flowing into the room.

"Dean," Sam whispered, too shocked to do or say anything else.

Dean closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the tub tightly before he passed out. They'd had to deal with some crazy shit in their line of work but this…this was a whole new set of crazy.

"Haley," Dean said softly, his eyes focusing on his little sister.

"I wans Dean," she said, her little chin starting to quiver.

Dean sighed and glanced up at Sam. "Grab me a towel Sammy."

Sam, without taking his eyes off his little sister, reached back and searched for a towel.

"Dean," Haley sobbed softly, burying her little face in the crook of her elbows.

"Hay, I'm Dean. I'm here," Dean said trying to calm her down.

Haley looked up, her big round green eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Nuh uh." She shook her head.

Dean smiled affectionately. "Yeah uh huh. I swear kiddo, it's me, and this is Sammy," he said, pointing up at Sam.

Haley looked up, frowning. "You big."

"Yeah kiddo, we are. How—how old are you Haley?" Dean stammered out.

Haley held up her little hand and put up three fingers.

"Three?" Sam gasped.

"I free." She smiled big, tears now forgotten.

Shit. "Yeah kiddo, you're three," Dean said, forcing a smile. This was so not good.

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Sam and Dean both stood at the end of the bed staring down at the small child sleeping in the center of the mattress. It had taken both of them a few minutes to coerce little Haley out of her corner, but they'd managed.

"What are we gonna do?" Sam asked quietly.

Dean stared down at the baby—his baby sister- and sighed. "We find the witch and we get him to reverse whatever spell he cast on her." Dean said dryly.

Sam nodded. "You think he'll still be there?"

Dean glanced over at Sam. "I don't know, but we're sure as hell gonna go look," he said, walking towards the chair and pulling his jacket on. "Wrap her up in the blanket and let's go; I want my fourteen year old annoying sister back," he said, stalking towards the door.

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"What the hell did you do to her?" Dean yelled, holding the seventeen year old guy up against the wall.

"It—it was just a small spell, it—I didn't—it won't hurt her," the guy stammered nervously.

"She's a fucking baby!" Dean yelled angrily. "What the fuck do mean it won't hurt her!"

"I—I didn't—"

"Change her back," he growled dangerously.

"I—I can't I told you."

Dean glared. "What the fuck do you mean you can't? Do another spell and change her back or I swear to God I will fucking kill you," he said, slamming the guy back harshly.

"I can't, I can't; you burned my book. I don't have the spells memorized," the guy shouted out nervously. "I swear man, I can't."

"Bullshit, you didn't have your book when you cast the spell," he pointed out.

"Ok, ok, I did, I memorized it, but I still can't change her back. I don't know the reverse spell. I swear," he said, trying to placate Dean.

Dean pulled back, letting the guy drop to the ground harshly. "You better find a way to reverse this spell kid or you're gonna be wishin' that we burned you along with your little book."

The guy sat on the floor trembling in fear. "I—"

"Dean." Sam pulled his attention from the now weeping kid. "I just got off the phone with Bobby, he thinks he can help," Sam said, standing in the doorway with little Haley cradled in his arms. Dean had made him stay in the car with her, not wanting to risk her in anyway.

Dean turned his attention back to the kid and got down low on his haunches, "If my sister isn't back to normal by the end of this week, I will come back and kill you, you hear me? And if you run, I will hunt your ass down and then kill you," he spat angrily. "You fucked with the wrong family kid," he added before standing up and stalking towards the door.

"Let's go; we're going to Bobby's."

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