Supernatural
Hunts are pretty easy to mess up if you aren't trained professionally. In which case you are, they are really hard to screw up. But of course, Sam and Dean Winchester just had to mess this hunt up, a really simple witch case, or so Sam thought. He had only told Dean about it to take him away from trying to figure out how to kill abandon.
"Dean! Go to the right!" Sam yelled over to his brother as he took shots at the witch that was floating in the air and throwing spears at them. Dean nodds and darted to his right, taking a few shots at the witch.
"Sam, get her head!" Dean yelled when he saw an opening for his brother to shoot. After a shot or two Sam shot her right on the forhead. When the bullet reached her head, everything went still.
"Frigging finally." Dean says as he starts to make his way to his brother, a random witch exposion stopping him, and sends them both flying to oppisate walls. By the time Sam regained consciencness, the witch was long gone.
"Dean?" Sam calls out into the settle warehouse. Terrible possibilities of what could've happened to his brother started running through his head when no reply was heard. Sam started freaking out until he heard a small groan. "Dean?"
"Sam? What the hell happened?" Dean asks as he sits up, everything seeming to big. "Oh, shit." he says as he gets to his feet, now seeing his brother. Sam looks down at the now younger Winchester, wondering how the witch did this.
"How did this happen?" was all Sam managed to say. He had no idea what to say to his now little brother.
"I don't know, but there has to be something in the bunker, right?" Dean asks hoping to Chuck there was. He had spent so much time trying to find out what killed Abandon to notice the other files of whatever monsters.
"Maybe, hopfully." Sam says picking up his brother. Luckily Deans clothes shrunk with him so he didn't have to explain what happened to Walmart moms.
"Dude! I can walk! Put me down!" Dean says glaring at the now older Winchester.
"Fine." Sam says setting Dean down regretfully. Dean was just too adoreable, even more cute when he tried to walk. Dean more like tottles to the broken door to the warehouse. Sam follows his tottling brother, helping him out of the door and such.
"I have it. You don't have to help me." Dean says as Sam helps him into the impala. "And I swear if you scratch her or douche her up again I'll kill you."
"That just makes you look cuter when you pout." Sam chuckles as he starts the impala.
"I will frigging kill you if you say that again." Dean says with the cute little childish anger, which was not helping his case.
"Fine." Sam says with a small smile to keep him from laughing at the adoreableness and the cutness his brother was. About an hour or away from the bunker, Dean had fallen asleep. His head was leaned against to door and his thumb found its way to his mouth. Sam just had to snap a picture of this, for blackmail perposes. They arrived at the bunk shortly after that, and Sam couldn't open the door without his brother falling out.
"Dean, wake up, we're here." Sam say looking back at his brother. Dean grumbles as he wakes up, finding his thumb in his mouth, he yanks it out, wiping it on his pants. He tries to unbuckle, his little hands doing nothing against the seat buckle. Sam sighs getting his brother out of the impala, which resulted in holding him as he went to unlock the door.
"Dude! Put me down! I'm 38 for gods sake!" Dean says crossing his arms. "Just a minute, okay?" Sam asks as he unlocks the bunker, setting Dean inside. Once Dean was set down, he tottles to the library, searching around books. After a while he finally found a de aging witch book. He opens it and finds one of he most horrifying paragraphs of his time...