Special thanks to Spnfanforlife, this is for you.
Dean honestly had no idea how he got into these situations.
All he knew was that last night, Sam was fine; they hadn't even been on a hunt recently.
When he woke up, a little five year old Sammy was wailing like it was the end of the world.
"DDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
H e quickly ran over to Sam hoping that Sam would remember him.
"Hey, calm down, you're okay, it's alright."
Two little hands gripped him.
"De."
Well that's a relief. Sam might be a kid, but at least he was still there mentally.
"Dean, where's daddy?"
Crap. Scratch that.
"Uh…. Um…. Dads- at work." Dean said, trying to swallow around the lump I his throat.
"Oh. Why you big now?"
"B-because-" man he had to stop stuttering.
"De?"
"Oh, I'm big because… dad's been gone for a long time and you wished really hard for someone to take care of you and I couldn't do that when I was little so I became big."
"Why do that? De always take care of me."
Oh my gosh he was so cute. Dean would need to eat at least five steaks in a row, watch all the diehard movies, kill something, and punch a wall to feel like a man again.
"Uh- money. We needed money and little kids can't get jobs."
Sams' eyes started watering.
"So De leave me like Daddy?"
"Crap Sam, no I'm not gonna leave you okay?"
Sam sniffled and rubbed at his eyes.
"pwomise?"
"Yeah kiddo I promise. We don't have to deal with anymore crap."
Sam gasped loudly.
"Sam? Come on man, what's wrong?"
"De say naughty word. I tell daddy."
Dean let out a sigh. He couldn't do this by himself no way no how.
"Sorry Sammy, I'll try not to do it again, but right now we need to go to Bobbys okay?"
Sam punched Deans arm hard.
"What was that for!?"
"Daddy say it not 'spectful if you 'fo-get call 'm unca Bobby!"
"Okay, okay I'm sorry, I just forgot. Now get to the car you rascal, we need hurry it up."
Sam giggled.
"De?"
"What NOW Sam?"
"I nakey"
Dang it. This was gonna be a loooong day.