disclaimer: don't own em.

"Alright, Bobby, don't be alarmed," Dean coaxed.
"Dammit what the hell did you two get into this time?"
"Sam got whammied by a witch and we need to lay low until it wears off or we can reverse it."
"Well," Bobby sighed, "come on in. Let's see what she did to him so I can get to work on it."
"Deanie can you help me put my hair in a pony tail like Barbie's?" Sam pleaded while walking through the door behind his brother-clutching the Barbie and stroking her perfect ponytail.
"Sammy, we've discussed this. Your hair isn't long enough to pull back like that. Don't cry.
Here, I got you some barrettes. They're pretty."
"Okay," sniffled a very distraught Sam.
"This is a joke. Tell me it's a joke."
"Nope. Bitch thought it would be funny for Sam to think he was a 6 year old girl. I took her out before I realised it. You can fix him right?"
"You sure you want me to? You're always goin on about how big of a girl he is."
"Bobby, I had to take a grown man down the toy aisle and then buy him a freaking Malibu Barbie.
Don't play with me."
"Okay, okay. I'll see what I can do."