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So here's the deal, I STILL can't get over how the writers just magically solved Sam's Lucifer hallucination problem. So here's a little story about what could have happened instead...just for fun.
So this starts towards the end of episode 17 of season 7.
"So you're saying there's nothing? He's gonna be like this until his candle blows out?" Dean looked to Cas.
"I'm sorry, " Cas paused, "this isn't a problem I can make disappear. You know that."
The two men shifted their gaze to Sam. He wasn't looking so hot. Dean watched as his brother winced in pain. His eyelids were droopy but he wasn't letting them shut completely.
"He used to have nightmares as a kid," Dean looked at his overgrown brother and tried to imagine him as the squirt he used to be, "except I could end those nightmares for him. And it was so simple, all it took was a hug, or a few words."
Cas's sharp blue eyes lit up, "That's it."
"What's it?" Dean watched as Castiel marched to his brother's bedside. Sam tried to squirm away from the angel, but he had no strength.
"I can't rebuild the wall," Cas said staring into Sam's bloodshot eyes, "but I can reverse him."
"Reverse him?" Dean muttered, he watched in awe as Cas put a hand to his brother's sweaty forehead. All of a sudden in a flash of light Sam was gone. The hospital bed was empty.
"Cas! What the-" Dean took a step forward to see that the bed wasn't empty after all. It was just occupied by a much smaller Sam. A baby Sam. After a moment of silence Sam began to cry.
"How is this a solution?" Dean asked, staring at the distressed baby.
Cas picked Sam up and handed him to Dean, "I took him back to a time before all of the pain."
"You couldn't just zap him back to the Sam of a few weeks ago? Before you broke the wall?" Dean practically shouted, which only made Sam cry louder.
"He would still have his memories of the cage trapped in his mind."
"Pre-Hell Sam?"
"He would have still carried the pain of the loss of your father and Jess."
"Stanford Sam?"
"I suppose I could have-"
"Yeah, ok," Dean handed baby Sam to the angel, "let's do that."
Cas handed the baby back to Dean, "I can't"
"You're a fricken angel! Work your mojo, come on man!" Dean said, handing the baby back to Cas. Sam stopped his crying and began to giggle. He seemed to be enjoying this game of pass the baby.
Cas smiled as a train of drool bubbled out of Sam's mouth, "Yes. You are correct, I am an angel, I remember that now, but I've used most of my 'mojo' as you call it, killing our way in here...and turning Sam into a baby. I don't have the strength to age him now. And I doubt the other angels would be willing to assist me. Or you, for that matter."
"So what? We wait for you to power up? Then you turn my brother back into a giant?"
Cas was distracted by Sam's tiny hands gripping his thumbs.
"Cas?!" Dean said snapping the angel out of his daze.
"If only you could feel how light his soul is right now," Cas said with wonder in his voice "I've never seen Sam's soul so carefree, so at peace."
Dean couldn't help but smile a little at that. It made him happy to know that Sam was happy, "Yeah, well he's a baby right now. Doesn't have a whole lot to be concerned with."
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"What'll ya have to drink?" Dean asked Sam as he gently bounced him. He was standing in front of rows and rows of baby formula, "I'm buying."
Sam stuck a chubby fist into his mouth. Dean's eyes scanned the different containers each promising nutrition and quality.
"Excuse me," came a quiet voice from behind. Dean turned to see an attractive woman with a baby sleeping in her cart. Dean moved out of her way and watched as she quickly selected a formula. She smiled as she felt Dean's eyes watching her every move.
"Is he your first?" She asked.
Dean took a second to process what she was asking, "Uh, yeah."
"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it." She looked down into his shopping cart and saw an open package of diapers and a price tag and hanger for the white onesie that the baby was wearing. She tried to muffle a laugh…dads!
"Did your wife tell you which brand to get?" she asked motioning to the baby formula.
"Wife?"
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
"No, no it's fine," Dean smiled, "And I have no clue what I'm doing."
"Here," she said, handing Dean a container of formula, "This one should be good for him. He is a him right?"
"Yeah, Sam."
"Cute," she said, "He's a beautiful baby."
"Thanks," Dean felt a rush of pride for the cute little baby in his arms, "your daughter is beautiful too. So peaceful."
"Hmm she's asleep right now so she looks peaceful. When she wakes she's a bit of a terror," the woman laughed, "Do you need help with anything else?"
"What else would he need?" Dean asked in all sincerity.
An hour later Dean walked out of the store with "his baby" and three hundred and fifty dollars worth of baby merchandise: crib, car seat, clothes, wipes, diapers, formula, pureed baby food, bottles, and a stuffed puppy that Sam apparently couldn't live without. Of course, he'd also purchased a few supplies for himself as well. Pie included.
"This better last until Cas can switch you back man," Dean told the smiling baby as he struggled to strap him into his new car seat.
The drive out to the old hunting cabin was quiet and Dean decided the ten-dollar dog had been worth every penny. Sam hadn't stopped gumming on its ear and waving it around with his little arms.
Every time Dean glanced in the rearview mirror at the baby, his heart warmed.
When they reached the cabin, Dean carried Sam inside and set the car seat down. Cas was still laying perfectly still on the couch, just as Dean had left him, his eyes focused on the dusty ceiling fan.
It was just a small cabin with a main kitchen/dining room/front room area and a single bedroom and bathroom. It hadn't been used in sometime but all the salt lines and demon traps were still intact.
"Cas," Dean called. No response.
"CAS!"
Cas rose to face Dean, "Yes?"
"Watch Sammy, I'm gonna bring in all his baby stuff."
Cas nodded and turned his full attention to the miniature Sam.
After a few loads, Dean was finally able to stop long enough to grab a swig of beer and take a seat.
"Why does such a tiny human require so many things?" Cas asked, staring at the piles of baby merchandise.
Dean shrugged and took another sip of beer.
The next few hours were spent setting up the crib, feeding Sam, and much to Cas and Dean's discomfort, changing Sam's diaper. As the night approached Sam went from happy giggly baby to grumpy little monster.
"Perhaps he needs to sleep," The angel suggested.
Dean agreed but for some reason, even though Sam was tired he wasn't sleeping.
"Should you sing to him?" Cas asked.
"You're the angel," Dean said as he rubbed circles on Sam's tiny back.
"I was never in the choir," Cas stated.
Dean rolled his eyes and started to walk around the room swaying Sam from left to right. He cleared his throat and started in on the first verse of 'Hey Jude.' By the time he reached the middle of the chorus Sam was in dreamland. Dean carefully placed his brother in the crib and backed away quietly.
"That was beautiful," Cas said as Dean sat down next to him on the couch.
"Yeah well, they don't call me the baby whisperer for nothing," Dean smiled.
"Who calls you a baby whisperer?" Cas asked, surprised to hear that Dean was so in touch with babies and their needs.
"Nobody Cas. It's a joke."
"Oh. Of course."
Dean rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn.
"You should get some rest," Cas said watching Dean's eyelids droop, "I'll keep watch over the infant."
"Nah, you're the one who needs rest. Gotta get your energy back so you can age Sam for me."
"I don't need the same kind of rest as humans. I just need time Dean."
"Right, exactly how much," Dean yawned again, "time do you need before I get my adult brother back?"
"A week. Maybe less." It was almost painful for Cas to watch Dean struggle to stay awake, "Now please. Sleep. I'll wake you if he needs something that I can not attend to."
"Alright, fine. Wake me up if he needs anything" Dean stood and walked towards the bedroom, he didn't want to be in a different room than his baby brother but he also couldn't sleep when Castiel was staring at him. It was unnerving. Dean turned back to the angel and added, "but don't wake me up for a diaper change. I did the last one."
Cas almost smiled at the serious expression on Deans face, "Understood."
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