How Shrimp Became Gigantor

Castiel has a question. Sam and Dean have the answer. Annoyed Dean, Curious Cas, Annoying Sam.

Castiel held an old photograph in his hand. He looked over at the Winchesters, then back at the photo. "Sam's taller than Dean," he mused.

The brothers looked at him. He did not see the annoyance spread across Dean's face. Nor did he catch the smirk on Sam's.

"But in this picture, Sam is shorter than Dean by about six or more inches." He looked at the brothers. "How did you get so tall, Sam?"

"Growth spurt," the brother's chorused.

"I was sixteen years old, and still pretty short," Sam said. "We thought I might stay short for a while, though Dad said it was possible I might shoot a foot overnight sometime in the future. Dean liked calling me shrimp all the time. It was pretty annoying."

"But then, some time before New Year's," Dean continued, "Sam went from five foot two to six foot two while we were at Bobby's." He crossed his arms, glaring at Sam. "Over night."

"Dean wasn't too happy."

"Who would be when you're tiny little brother got huge in the span of a few hours? You even enjoyed rubbing it in my face. You kept standing next to me with that stupid grin on your face, seeing if anyone would be able to tell you were younger or older."

Sam did not look so sorry. He reached into his bag and pulled out a photo handing it to Cas.

In the first photo, which sparked the question, Sam and Dean were side by side in a one arm brotherly hug.

In this second photo, Sam was behind Dean, leaning on Dean's head. Dean's smile looked strained and Sam was smirking happily.

Dean looked at the picture. "You kept that?" Sam nodded. "You're still a bitch, Sam."

"And you're still a jerk. Nothing's changed. Except, I'm taller."

"Does one's height, really matter?"

"In the Winchester family, most definitely," Sam said. Dean glared at Sam. "Ah, don't be so sad, Dean, maybe you'll catch up—never mind: you're done growing. Too late."

"I'm gonna kill you someday, Sam," Dean muttered. Sam ignored him, returning to his computer. Castiel stared at the photos some more, pondering another thought, which he decided not to voice. He'll ask Bobby when they see him again.