Okay ppl! New story, are you all excited? No I can't talk like that it would drive me insane. Anyway this is hurt, sick, de-aged Dean and like Attention Please I will write as frequently as I can.

Dean: were back already?

Me: yes

Sam: didn't you just get down with the other one?

Me: yes

Sam: is that all you can say?

Me: no, I can say this: enjoy!

There is a legend about a great warrior, whose name was Devante. It was said to believe that the man was half dead when he had found a lake that could make people young again, just by taking a drink he became three years younger, and forever stayed at the age of 25. People say that he still guards the lake form people who want to exploit it.

Dean did not believe in that crap. All he really wanted to do is hunt the Black Dogs his father had send him on, he was 22 and just got over Sam leaving him for college. Now his father abandons him and just leaves him a note about them going their separate ways and that Dean should take this hunt.

"Just have to find the damn things, kill them and be on my way." Dean said out loud as walked through the deserted forest he looked up and saw that the clouds were all grey he sighed and thought ' do I have I feeling this is going to be an awful day?' Dean scanned the area.

The locals have been too scared just to go near them, thinking Devante was punishing them for trying to find his lake.

But Dean knew what was really going on, Black dogs were taking people that ever entered the forest and bit into them as if they were chew toys. The photos were gruesome, but he was used to it.

SNAP! Dean turn and aimed his gun toward the bush behind him, he was sure he heard the direction of the noise from there, but a little surprise came to him.

BAM!

He had been shot!Right in the shoulder, 'Damn it, I thought there were no more people in this damn forest!' Dean thought as hid behind a tree to get away from the bullets that seem to be flying randomly.

'I've been hit by a lucky shot?' Dean thought furiously as he looked back to see a man, who looked like he had been through hell.

His clothes were ripped apart, his body covered in mostly dry mud, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was kind a hard to get a good look at the guy, since Dean was behind a friggen tree.

"Stay away, this is my territory! I get to kill those humans, nobody else you hear? I don't care if you're those damn dogs, or another hunter I'll slaughter ya!" The man said, and Dean realized the guy was crazy.

He also found out that it wasn't the Black Dogs that were killing, it was the man. 'He said hunter so he must be one or knows a lot about them.' Dean thought as he glanced slightly trying to get a good shot at the guy without killing him. Dean didn't see the kick to his stomach.

"Shit!" Dean said as he held his stomach and dodged another blow from the guy.

"Dean Winchester huh? I didn't think I'd see you around here." The man said as he aimed his shotgun at Dean.

'Yup, he's definitely a hunter, so why the hell is he killing people and aiming a shotgun on another hunter?' Dean thought as he glared at him.

"Why are you doing this? You know you're killing innocent people right?" Dean said thinking maybe he could reason with him, so he could send the insane man off to the loony bin.

"Why? Because I love to hear them screams when I tear them apart!" The man said gleefully, Dean held a disgusted and angry look on his face.

"You sick son of a bitch!" Dean said and he punched the man, who just grinned and flipped Dean over his back.

Shocked Dean scrambled away and retreated away, he would never get a clear shot with the stupid trees in the way.

Dean ran fast as he could but the mad man managed to be a few ft. behind him, Dean growled in frustration as he turned slightly but kept his fast pace. He aimed his gun at the guy's leg.

He aimed but didn't shoot; he didn't shoot because he was falling. Right into a large lake.

The man looked down and smiled, knowing that the boy could not survive the fall with the wounded shoulder of his. He left with feeling praise for himself for killing one of the Winchesters.

Dean gasped as he shot his head up from the cold lake he swam to shore, teeth chattering as he made his way there.

When he finally made it to shore, Dean felt explosive pain from his right shoulder. 'Shit, it wasn't that bad before.' Dean thought and also noticed his clothes have gotten much heavier to move in.

"Jus, ned to git to my car and mak owie go away." Dean said but stopped at mid crawl. (since the clothes were really heavy) 'What's wrong with my voice, and why can't I make out the right words ?' Dean thought and on instinct put his hand to feel his throat. But all he saw was a small hand reaching for it.

"Wat the!.." Dean said and looked around him, everything seem so giant now. The trees seemed to loom over him like dark shadows; it made him a little nervous.

"Wat append to me?" Dean thought and remembered what the locals kept saying, about the legend.

Dean groaned and cursed, 'Don't tell me this is the lake!" Dean thought angrily as he got up and started to make way to his car, when he heard the thunder from above and it started to rain.

'Better and better, that stupid legend about the lake was mostly wrong because my injury is still here, so that must mean the guy still died cause he was half dead.' Dean thought, hopefully the part about him staying this age is also false.

When he finally made it to his car, it was still pouring. He reached for his keys and hoped I would still be in his now blanket size jacket. When he felt the familiar jingle in his pocket he shouted out in happiness.

"At weast swomtfin ent rit." Dean muttered as he tippy toed and unlocked his car, once inside Dean moved his trembling hand and reached for his cellphone.

He dialed the first contact on his list, and waited impatiently as it rang.

"Hello?" It was Sam.

"Sammy…" Dean whispered exhaustion and pain hit him all at once and he fell unconscious…

That's all ppl, for now at least I will update as soon as I can!