(Hey guys, so because I have such bad writers block with Tears That Smolder, I thought I should focus on something else for now. I'm still adding about a paragraph here and there on it though, don't worry. So to take off some pressure I want to make a little fic. Well, you know me it won't be little. It will be basically a story, but one shots together. For example the stories are connected, but will be one-shots if you understand? These first chapters will be the start though-so not really 'one-shoty' lol. The story line will be out of wak' kind of-Sam didn't die-Dean' didn't got to hell and Sam kept his visions. I did that for a reason though! Sorry for bad grammar, misspellings, or if you don't understand what the hell I'm saying haha! "Talking", Thinking, Vision.)

Title: The Change(1/?)

Disc: Do Not Own Characters Or Show :(

Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby

Pairings: None

Rated: T-For Teen

Warning: abuseddean, mild cursing

Sam wiped a heavy hand down his face, his eyes ached and felt dry. His back and butt hurt, throbbed really from driving for so long. It's not like he had a choice in the matter, even if he did, he knew he had to get as far as he could. He didn't know from what-...what is he saying? He knew what. The place that freakin did this to his brother.

Sam stared at the small form laying on the other bed, an almost unnoticeable bump under the blankets. The youngest brought his hand to his mouth starting to nibble on his fingernails and leaned back off his knees.

His brother turned to face him after laying on his stomach, head smashed in the pillow. The blanket was pulled over his head, somehow he twisted so much he was now in a makeshift blanket burrito. Locks of sandy blonde hair came from underneath the thick material and covered most of his face, a button nose which was dripping poked out. Sam took a deep breath pulling his abused hand away, bruises and new scabs covered his knuckles.

He needed a shower...no what he needed was sleep.

Twelve hours of driving, two short breaks to use the bathroom and now here they are. Another seedy motel by a busy road, flashes of passing cars headlights ran across the dusty shades. The brunette hadn't wanted to stop here. However his brother was sick and he didn't want him to be stuck in a car for so much longer.

The youngest kicked off his shoes wondering why he hasn't done that already and swung his legs onto the bed he was using. He didn't bother taking off his clothes, too tired to care anyway. Sam turned onto his right side facing Dean and tugged the pillow under his head. He laid on top the blankets stretching out finally and winced from the dull pain of his ribs. Glinting black eyes sharper than their smiles made his frown deepen.

Demons...

Sam squeezed his eyes shut and grinded his teeth together, the dark clouds of their...'souls' drawn out of the poor victims they occupied.

The lifeless bodies fell heavily to the ground with a thud. Sam remembers the blood dripping from his nose trickling from the corners of his eyes, the black entities burned over the floor before turning to ash and covering the ground in bright orange smolders. His brother had hidden behind a couch, gripping a sippie cup tightly in his small hands. Dean tried to pull and run from him, he can't blame him. If roles were reversed, he'd also be terrified of a grown man pale and bleeding from his freakin' eyes trying to pull him to them. Somehow, he got the boy into the impala, glad no one was near for miles to hear his brother screaming bloody murder. Another part of him felt angry for having those thoughts.

How many times had Dean yelled for help while being beaten by those assholes and no one could hear him? Sam felt tears slosh under his eyelids, more guilt weighed him down knowing his brothers bruised bottom had sat through that whole ride here. His back, butt, and back of his calves were sheathed in dark contusions and small cuts. He can't be sure what they did or used on him, and truthfully he really didn't want to know. The other side of Sam wanted very much to hear what those bastards put him through to feel at least okay with letting go like that in front of his brother.

A justification for...

No...

Sam brought closed fist to the sides of his head and sobbed lowly before grabbing the pillow to cover his sounds. Dean needed rest, and to not feel pain...or to be scared of him. His brother needs to feel better. First things first, get his brother to understand he won't hurt him, the only reason Dean was asleep was because he had been bone dead exhausted from crying and forcing himself to stay awake in the car. Sam still sees the way he held his knees to his chest, head pushed against the car door all the way here. Although, the youngest has to give it to him, he kept it up for twelve hours straight. Green eyes followed him the two times he absolutely needed to stretch his legs out and made a circle around the impala. Now Sam glanced to the alarm clock.

12:54 a.m

He let out a breath and tried to slow his breathing. After having one more glimpse he closed his eyes. ...

/SPN /

1:04 pm

Next Day Utah, E Veterans Memorial Hwy, Motel 6

Sam woke up with a gasped, his hand almost reached for that gun the that usually stayed under the pillow, but it wasn't there. He passed out at some point last night. Dean's eyes widened and he pulled the blanket over his head. Sam rubbed his closed eyes, a headache pulsed behind them, he turned so his feet touched the floor and leaned forward holding his head. The room was dancing in his vision.

"Urg...shit." He cursed.

After a minute Sam got a hold of himself and looked up from his hands to see his brother peeking at him from under the blanket. He was breathing quickly, too fast really. So the youngest bit his lip and tried to make a reassuring smile.

He was always good at that at least, "H-" He cleared his throat, "Hey, it's okay, Dean-s'alright. M'not gonna hurt you." He promised.

Dean didn't move, Sam ran a hand through his hair sliding his fingers over his temple. He gripped the side of the mattress willing himself to get up. After a second he rose, swaying a second, then walked the short distance to the other bed. Sam sat down slowly near his brother who wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.

Sam hesitated before putting a hand on what he thought was his brother's shoulder, "Dean, I swear it's okay. No one's goin' hurt you anymore. Hey, hey-" the brunette started. "It's okay. I'm here to help and...take care of you." He didn't know where he was going with this.

"I'm sorry about before, I know it was very scary." Dean cried whispering he wanted Daddy and Mommy, under the comforter. Sam rubbed the shoulder before thinking it was time.

"I know buddy. Those bad...people are gone. I won't hurt you, I won't let anyone hurt you, alright?" He removed the blanket not surprised when the kid covered his head shaking. Dean was sick, in pain and definitely traumatized. Sam felt bad for doing this, but the only way he was going to get anywhere was when his brother was in this state. This was the drawing line of when a kid will either put you in the group of enemies or a friend. The youngest then lightly picked up the hiccupping child and put him on his lap, holding him to his chest. Dean first pushed against him before grabbing his shirt and burying his face into him. Sam guessed he was about...two going into four, he was so small he felt he could break him. Sam made sure to be careful of the bruising, mentally smacking himself for not doing something sooner. Everything had been such a shock and...

"W-wan' go h-home." Dean sobbed.

"Uhuh, well...I-...Dean, I need you to listen to me alright? Dean, shhh, shhh listen."

His brother quieted a degree, snot and tears were getting on his clothes. "I, I'm Sam okay? I'm your-your big brother. I know all that stuff you saw was scary, but don't worry. Those were very-very bad people." He ran his fingers through Dean's hair. To his surprise, his brother didn't pull away. Dean did raise his head from Sam's shirt.

"Me bwoder? B-but you..." He trailed off in confusion.

Sam had to come up with something quick. Before he knew what he was saying, "Yes, your very older big brother," Sam knew at this age Dean obviously never saw him before. "I went to college-a school, for...people who are like me." Sam grimaced and looked to the clock on the nightstand.

1:15 p.m

Dean tugged one of his arms away from Sam and used it to wipe at his snotty nose. "You eyes bweed, 'day too? It hurt? Where Mommy and Daddy?" He questioned.

The youngest schooled his face."Yes...but no it doesn't hurt," That was a lie. His head feels like it will pop every time like a balloon.

"Um, everyone is different. Like...like-superpowers." Sam muttered. He knew that was the stupidest thing to tell his brother. What else could he say? 'Yeah, no, I have demon blood actually and I see visions too, soooo' Sam rubbed his temple again and twisted under Dean's constant gaze. He almost forgot he told his brother he basically has super powers. Sam tucked Dean's legs to him and carefully positioned him so he could carry him.

"Dean, you just can't tell anyone okay? You can't say I'm your brother or about my-superpowers. If anyone ask you who I am, I'm your...Uncle." He explained. That could be believable. Dean stayed quiet, the boy was mostly out of it and gave a small nod. The youngest stood walking into the bathroom and set Dean on the counter of the sink. He wet a bleached looking washcloth and started to wipe Dean's face softly. He paused noticing the bruise on his left cheek. That must have happened right before he came and got him.

"I'm sorry they hurt you. So s-sorry." Sam apologized. Tears welled in his own eyes. He was just a kid now. He didn't know about monsters...well, now he does. Sam's one of them.

No, I'm not like them...

Am I?

Dean raised his hand and wiped at his cheek. It made him come to and realize he was silently crying in front of him. His brother seemed to be thinking.

"Where...Mommy and Daddy?" He asked again.

"...Away. For, something." Sam answered. Wasn't as great as the fucking school for X-Men though. He smiled to himself and tossed the washcloth into the sink. He picked up Dean who gasped and closed his eyes. Sam let go, he must've hurt his bruises.

"Sorry, sorry. Don't worry, you'll be better soon. Here." Sam handed him some toilet paper to wipe his nose.

/SPN/

8:45 p.m

Finally after a few hours of icing Dean's back while he watched tv, he put the pack on the nightstand. Dean blew his nose making a disgusting wet sound and coughed miserably. Sam brought the sippy cup in front of him which Dean grabbed and drunk. The smaller of the two was laying on his stomach facing toward the foot of the bed watching The Simpsons. Sam had decided to stay one more night and then leave in the morning.

/SPN/

Wyoming, Rout 80

Sam grabbed a few items from the aisle. More ice packs, and a couple of bags of potato chips. He also snatched some M&M's from the lower shelf. He left the aisle to find the freezers and grabbed a case of soda and water. He was at the cash register and stared at his brother in the car who waved at him. Sam chuckled to himself and waved slightly back. He was in a gas station, he was heading for Bobby's. Hopefully the old man will know or find out in his thousands of books on how to fix his brother back.

"-Cash or credit?" She asked.

Sam hadn't been listening very well. He flushed and handed over a credit card. He waited tensely. She glanced outside to the impala and smiled seeing the kid in the back seat. April handed the card and receipt back. The youngest...now technically 'oldest' picked up the plastic bags and gave a forced smile to her. He already paid for gas, so when he tossed the bags inside the front seat he pushed the yellow 87 and waited for the impala to fill up. Dean was swinging his legs over the seat, he didn't have a car seat so Sam made sure to double up the seat belt. He couldn't believe this was his brother, was he really this short when he was a kid? More toddler actually.

He barely reached his thighs height if they were standing next to each other. That reminded him he needed to get Dean some clothes and shoes. Right now his brother was only in a big T-shirt and socks. The bruises are still too dark, so he couldn't be seen even if he did have clothes. Seeing his face marred with purple...they'd rip Dean away faster than their fraudulent credit cards get used up. Sam entered the black vehicle tightly and closed the door. He looked behind him and took out the M&M's, Sam tore the packaging and handed it to him over the seat.

Dean's eyes widened and uncertainly reached out for the treat. Sam drove out the exit back onto the dry road, it was dark out. The purr of the engine was relaxing to him even though he was freaking out internally still. His hands tightened around the snake leather of the wheel then loosened, he did this for four hours until he entered South Dakota.

/SPN/

It was bright outside now, Dean was asleep in the back seat, Blue, red and yellow smeared on the corners of his mouth. Droll was pooling out of his lips to the T-shirt, his head sometimes bounced against his chest. Sam's eyes were red and he felt like his butt would fall off. 14 hours. 14 hours of driving. He was just about an hour and a half away from Bobby's Auto Salvage. He could feel the bags under his eyes, Sam's skin was pale and clammy.

Both him and his brother was sick...Dean from a cold, and Sam from... Something was wrong...not just because his brother was a kid, but...he felt a vision coming and he prayed to God it wouldn't happen while he was driving. He could make it to Singer's, just an hour and a half more. He couldn't imagine what it could be, he had his brother already what else could it possibly-?

Shit...

He pulled over.

Just in time it seems...

"Ahh!" He yelled grabbing his head.

Vision

It was raining...pouring cats and dogs, the sky was grey, clouds heavy with water were close to the ground. It was getting darker and darker, he was standing on a field. Then...Sam doesn't know what happened, but it's as if the vision cut to something else... The sky was black, thunder roaring, shaking the ground under his feet...

"-Who are you?!" a voice that sounded like his screamed.

A figure, he couldn't see their face, it...there was a flash of lightening and a large shadow of what may have been wings? "It was not supposed to have proceeded this way." A powerful voice said.

The sound sending tremors through him.

At some point, Sam was on his knees, the mud was cold and wet soaking his pants. He was looking up to a figure.

Sharp blue eyes took in his appearance...

Few minutes later...

"-am? Sa-...-Sam?!" Dean's voice was muffled.

The now oldest coughed wetly against the steering wheel, his forehead was pushed against the brown leather. He blinked open his eyes seeing red...he groaned backing away so his back touched the seat. Something warm and wet was dripping out his nose onto his shirt.

"Sam!" Dean sobbed out.

Sam came to realize his brother was screaming, the 'oldest' hair was in front of his eyes which were bleeding. His blue-green orbs traveled to the rearview mirror then quickly away, Sam didn't want Dean to see him like this again. He brought his hands to his face wiping away as much slick red as he could. He grabbed an old napkin left in some takeout bag on the floor of the impala.

"M'kay Dean, s'alright." He said roughly.

Sam felt week, and in pain...and just wanted this to stop...soon the feeling turned into shame.

"Sam...'scawed me. You shaking." Dean blurted. He himself had tear tracks.

"Sorry, sorry kiddo. I'm o-okay now. Don't worry. See? I'm fine." Sam promised.

He had wet the napkin and wiped all the blood off before he turned to his brother. Sam frowned and unbuckled himself, turning in the seat leaning over to do the same to his brother. He then reached under the small armpits and picked him up into his lap. "Shhh, you're alright. I'm alright. It's okay. Shhh." He murmured into Dean's hair.

After a few minutes of cuddling? He put Dean next to him and pushed him down so his head laid on his knee. He didn't want to put him back in the seat behind him like this, they were close to Bobby's anyway. He kept one hand on his shoulder and drove back onto the road once again.

/SPN/

Bobby came out onto the porch arms crossed over his chest. He had heard the impala's roar from inside. Sam exited first telling Dean to wait till he said it was okay. The 'oldest' walked across the gravel rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey, Bobby." He smiled. "...What's wrong? Where ya brother?" Singer came down the steps.

"Dean's...okay," Sam began.

"-Then where is he? Did ya two get into it again?" Bobby questioned.

Sam glanced to the impala. "No, well-no. He...okay, before you think I'm crazy, let me explain-"

"-Already know ya crazy, boy, now what is it? Is he in the car?" Singer's patience was running thin and he began to trek over to the vehicle.

Sam's bitchface made an appearance for the first time in a while. He followed the old man. "Yes, he-Bobby, he's three!" Sam was forced to quickly belt out. Singer froze turning to him before back to Baby and looking through the window.

"Good, God!" He uttered. He opened the car door showing Dean who sat up from his laying position. Bobby backed away a step grabbing his hat as if it would fly off on its own. Sam hurriedly came over and picked his brother up. He didn't need gravel to be stuck in his socked feet. Bobby looked over the boy, his slightly wet nose, freckled cheeks, and green eyes. It was if it was the day he met up with John the second time and found out he had kids. However, Dean looked even younger.

"How-...?" Singer's voice fell. "I was hoping you could tell me actually." Sam said.

/SPN/

"It's a spell of course...but, like always, there are variations of it." Singer sat down at the kitchen table and offered Sam a beer which he declined.

He really didn't need that right now, his brain was pulsing still. He glanced into the living room to see his brother sitting indian style on the couch watching Spongebob.

'I'm Ugly and I'm proud!' The yellow square guy yelled on top of what looked like a pineapple house.

Dean giggled sipping from his sippy cup and wiping roughly at his nose. Sam shook his head and put his skull in his hands. Bobby stared at him for a moment.

"Ya alright, Son?" He questioned. The 'oldest' laughed bitterly to himself shaking his head before regretting it immensely.

"No, Bobby. I'm not okay, my brother is like, three and...demons had him for three days." He answered. Singers eyes widened a fraction and sputtered on his drink. "Demons?!" He whisper yelled. He didn't want to interrupt Dean in the other room.

"I was looking for him, then...you know? The visions started." Sam exclaimed.

"Right. That how ya found 'em?" Bobby asked. Sam nodded. Dean's bout of laughter made him jump and smile just a little. Bobby was rubbing his forehead in thought.

"I saw the, bruises. Ya...do ya know what happened?" Sam crossed his arms and glowered.

"I can guess. I didn't want to ask him." He asserted. Singer nodded again and took a pull.

"The demons?"

"Dead. Dead-er" He answered.

"You still doing that-?"

Bobby watched him pace the kitchen. He stayed silent.

"I mean, what would you have done?" He growled.

"...Ya scared the livin' shit outta him didn't ya?" Singer alluded.

"Yes," Sam's voice broke. "I'm sure any kid would be afraid of someone bleeding from the nose and eyes."

Bobby cursed putting his beer down on the wood table, he stood up too. He stepped over to the entrance of the kitchen seeing the back of Dean's head. A commercial about shoes that light up came on.

"Is there a way to figure out which spell it is soon? Or at least how long it last...or if it, -if it's permanent?" Sam said. He ran a hand through his damp hair before recrossing them against his chest. Singer scratched the side of his face.

"I'll see what I can do."

KANSAS - CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON

Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

(If you think I should continue this, please tell me or I won't bother haha! I just wanted to try something else to see if it helps lesson some pressure. If you want more, say so, I read comments. As always you will get a shoutout too XD If you would like more 'widdle' Dean and big protective Sam say, Aye! *Raises cup* Like, Follow, and Review! It's a lot of motivation!)