Little Man
By
Ava Brett
Disclaimer
None of the characters who are mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own personal entertainment.
Author Note
Here's little man, reedited and repolished so I hope you enjoy it!
Enjoy!
Overall Summary
When Dean is hit with a de-aged spell Sam is frantic. He's determined to restore his brother back to his normal self but the more he sees Dean like this the more he wonders whether it's actually a blessing in disguise. He could finally give his brother the childhood he deserves, after all if anyone deserves it then its Dean. Time is running out and Sam has to make a decision but will he make the right one.
Chapter Summary
Sam can't believe his eyes…
Chapter One
Dean, is that you?
"You've seriously got to be kidding me."
Sam Winchester slowly picked him self up from the floor and took a hesitant step forward, staring down at the sight which met his eyes with a feeling of disbelief which was growing by the moment, he was barely able to believe what he was seeing with his own two eyes.
This seriously couldn't be happening, not now when they had finally been getting somewhere and yet he had the strong suspicion that it really was, it was either that or the fact that he might have gained a concussion when the witch had used her magic, picked him up and thrown him across the room, into a crate as though he had been a rag doll.
He nervously licked at his lip trying to wrap his mind around the scene in front of him.
Where his older brother Dean had stood moments ago was a small child, probably aged between two and three if Sam had to place him age wise. He was tiny in height with a mop of short blond hair, he was freckled and as much as Sam hated to admit it, incredibly cute. The boy was staring up at Sam with wide frightened green eyes. Sam's eyes narrowed slightly as he searched the eyes, paying close attention to the colour, there was no way that Sam would forget that particular shade of green. The boy was silent, his body still with fear as he waited for Sam to say something to him. Sam took a deep breath.
"Dean? Jesus Dean, is that actually you?" Sam asked cautiously, hoping against hope that the whole incident was some kind of terrible, strange dream and he would wake up any minute, to find him self in their motel room with the familiar sound of Dean snoring echoing in his ears.
The more he looked down at the boy though, the more that faint hope died in him until it was gone completely. Somehow his older brother had been turned into the small toddler in front of him. Dean tilted his head at the sound of his name, an adorable small frown on his face.
Sam bit on his lower lip, chewing at it as he tried to decide what the best way of dealing with this situation was. He breathed out and spoke, making sure his voice was gentle as he slowly crouched down and spoke softly.
"Dean, I don't know how much you can remember but lets assume you can't remember anything. I'm Sam, I'm your brother and I'm going to get us out of here okay" Dean's frown remained, his eyes searching Sam's face before he nodded his head at him. Sam breathed out again, reaching out and picking Dean up, ignoring the way the frightened child flinched at the contact. He pushed him self to his feet, noticing that the jeans and boxers Dean had been wearing remained on the floor, leaving Dean dressed only in an oversized AC DC t-shirt which swamped his new small frame as though it was a blanket.
Sam held Dean away from him at arms length, wrinkling his nose up as he waited for Dean to say anything to show him that he understood what Sam was doing or saying to him. Dean remained silent though, staring back at Sam with the same inherent fearlessness which all children seemed to possess. He looked at Sam as though he knew that Sam would protect him and keep him safe from everything which might try and harm him.
"Damn it Dean, that witch didn't half do a number on you" Sam commented shakily, he shook his head in disbelief as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that he was holding his older brother in his arms so easily, this version of his brother barely weighed anything. Sam was pretty sure that he would be able to bench press Dean and not even break a sweat while doing it.
Dean suddenly wriggled in his arms, a look of discomfort coming to his face as he met Sam's eyes with a look of reproach in his gaze. Sam pulled a face suddenly realising that the way he had been holding Dean must have actually been uncomfortable for the small boy.
"I'm sorry Dean" he muttered, bringing his brother to his body and resting him against his side so the toddler was almost seating on Sam's hip bone. Sam looked away from Dean to gaze at the remains of the witch they had been fighting. She barely resembled the human she had been. Her skin was blistered and burnt from where her own spell had deflected and hit her, killing her instantly. It had been sheer damn luck that the spell she had managed to fire off before that happened had hit Dean, turning him from a fully grown, pissed off adult into his present state.
Sam started when Dean buried his face into Sam's neck, his breathing warming the cold skin as his small hands curled into the material of Sam's shirt. Sam could feel small shivers running continuously through the small body he held against his.
He glanced around the warehouse, noticing for the first time how cold it had turned. His own breathe was misting the air in front of his face. He was no expert when it came to children but even Sam was aware of the fact that the warehouse was too cold for Dean to stay in, especially considering the fact he was wearing a t-shirt which didn't fit him and nothing else. Sam needed to get him out of there and back to the motel where he could warm Dean up again while trying to figure out how the hell he was going to fix this whole mess.
He would have to try and contact Castiel and let him know what had happened to Dean. The Angel rarely answered Sam on the few occasions he had called to him, only normally coming when Dean called for him but Sam was pretty positive that this would be one of the rare occasions that the Angel did. Castiel was incredibly protective of Dean and Sam could just imagine the death glare and lecture he would receive from the Angel if he found out what had occurred and realised that Sam hadn't told him.
There was also the possibility that Castiel might have encountered a spell like this before in his long life span and be able to tell Sam what he needed to do to reverse the affects of it. Sam was no expert when it came to spells but he would bet a year of his life that this magic was some pretty advanced shit for any witch to be doing, let alone a random witch in Ohio.
If Castiel didn't know then there was always the chance that Bobby Singer would. God knew he had enough books at his house; one of them would have to have something in them which they could use.
There had to be a way of turning Dean back to his usual self, Sam refused to believe that there was a chance that Dean would remain as he was, it couldn't happen, not with the apocalypse hanging threateningly over their heads. The Angels would stop at nothing to get their hands on Dean while he was in this state.
"Everything is going to be okay Dean, I'm gonna take care of you. I promise you" he said ignoring his growing sense of unease. He glanced around the warehouse one more time, letting out a shaky breathe before his eyes settled on the small blond head resting against his shoulder, Dean's face was hidden away from his view.
Sam tightened his arm around him, resting his forehead against the top of his brother's head.
Dean would be ok.
He was going to make sure of it.
Author Note
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