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Fun fact: This story is partly (the witch part) inspired by 12x11 "Regarding Dean" and its title is inspired by 12x01 "Keep Calm and Carry On" where Mary said: "My Dean is 4 years old" at the start of the episode.

The setting of this story is in season 12, after Mary left the bunker at the end of 12x03 and before she started working with the BMOL.


My Dean is 4

Chapter 1
Meet Wee!DeanWinchester

Back story: Sam and Dean just finished up a witch hunt. They had the witch cornered but she managed to hit Dean with a spell before Sam killed her.


"Hey, you feeling alright?" Sam asked Dean as they travel back to the bunker. "The witch did hit you with a spell back there."

"I feel normal. And we snuffed the witch so the spell must've been broken, whatever it was," Dean replied.

They got back to the bunker and the both of them immediately went to crash in their respective rooms for a much-needed rest.

Hours went by and Sam got up first. He grabbed a coffee from the kitchen and automatically went to sit by his laptop at the war room, surfing the net for any clues on Kelly's whereabouts.

Just then, the bunker's door is being unlocked and Sam looks up to see Mary coming through.

"Mum, hey! You haven't dropped by in a while," Sam greeted cheerily.

"Hey, Sam," Mary smiled at her younger son as she comes down the stairs. "How's it going?"

"Mum?" Dean appeared across the library.

"Dean! Hey, I..." Mary's sentence was cut short as Dean literally ran across the room and caught her into a crushing hug.

"Oh! It's good to see you too," Mary said in surprise at the overly enthusiastic greeting by her older son. "Erm, Dean? Can't breathe..." Mary reminded as Dean prolonged the tight embrace with no intention of letting go.

What happens next is beyond anyone's expectation. Dean started crying. His whole frame is shaking uncontrollably and he is apparently making no effort to contain his tears.

"I...I thought... you were gone...!" Dean said in between broken sobs.

Sam and Mary exchanged an exasperated look. Both of them are at a complete loss on this sudden emotional outburst. Perhaps Sam more than Mary, as never in his entire life, has he seen Dean acting this way.

"There...there was... fire... everywhere... Our house... I am so...so scared and Dad... Sammy was... crying..." Dean continues to blabber.

Then, Sam suddenly made the connection.

"Mum... I think it's the spell that the witch had hit Dean with - we just came back from a witch hunt - looks like it didn't break when we killed her," Sam reckoned.

"What kind of spell?" Mary asked.

"I don't know," Sam replied.

"Dean, hey sweetie, let me look at you," Mary said and Dean finally lets go, though still trembling with tears.

Mary guides Dean to one of the chairs while she sits down beside him, holding his hands throughout in a reassuring way. Dean's eyes have not left Mary's face for a second, as though afraid that she will disappear if he looks away.

"Dean, what is the last thing you remember? Mary asked in a slow, clear voice.

"I... um, woke up... in a room over there," Dean pointed to the back of the bunker. "And I heard voices outside and... it's really you, mummy! I...I missed you so much!" Dean started crying again.

Sam and Mary exchanged another look.

"Erm, Dean? How old are you?" Mary asked. Dean raises his right hand to show four fingers while he continues wailing.

"Shh... It's ok, baby, I'm here now. Mummy's here..." Mary places one hand against Dean's cheek to let him feel her presence and Dean tilts his head as he leans against her palm, slowly gaining control of himself.

"Dean? Do you remember where you were before you woke up here?" Mary asked gently.

"I was... in our car, with Dad and Sammy," Dean recalled and he suddenly gasps in excitement. "Dad will be so happy to see you, mum! He always looks so sad after you left..." Dean said and Mary's eyes sadden at the thought of what John and Dean had to go through after her death.

"Daddy went to work, he'll be back soon," Mary lied.

"Oh," Dean replied. He finally stops crying and begins to be more aware of himself. "Mum? I feel funny. I sound like Dad and... the ground looks far away... and my hands grow bigger..." Dean said in confusion. It seems like Dean hasn't had a chance to look into a mirror yet.

Mary looks towards Sam, who is gawking blankly at Dean, and her mind quickly worked something up as she explains: "Dean, you see, something happened while you were sleeping. A witc... An angel, came by and turned you into an adult."

Dean's eyes widen in wonder. "An angel made me a grown-up?" He repeated innocently.

"That's right," Mary encouraged.

"Awesome," Dean wowed as he checks himself out, stretching his adult arms and legs. Kid Dean had no problem at all accepting that an extra-terrestrial being had magic-ed him into a grown man.

"Mum, who is that?" Dean suddenly registered another presence in the room, having been too occupied with Mary's reunion earlier on. He eyes the stranger a little warily as Sam is still gawking at Dean like a moose caught in a car's headlights. Dean automatically moves closer to Mary.

"Oh, this is Sam, Dean. Your brother, Sam. The angel that turned you, he er... turned Sam too," Mary decided to go along with her previous story.

"Hi, Dean..." Sam said tentatively. He is still a little dazed by this unexpected turn of events.

"He is Sammy?" Dean stared at Sam in amazement, trying to see the connection between this giant man and his baby brother. Then, he let out a sudden gasp of comprehension.

Dean: "Mum, they heard me!"

Mary: "What... who?"

Dean: "The angels! I prayed to them to let Sammy grow up faster so we can play and they really did!"

Mary: "That's...that's great, honey."

Dean now stares at Sam with bright, wondrous eyes and Sam stares back - at this Dean that he had never known before.

"Anyway, Dean, how are you feeling right now? Do you feel any... pain or discomfort anywhere?" Mary asked.

Dean thought about it for a moment and he looks down as his hand moves over his tummy. "I'm hungry," he realised. Both Sam and Mary crack a smile.

"Lucky you, I've not come empty-handed," Mary told him as she unwrapped the bag that she had brought along to the visit.

"Pie!" Dean cheered at the sight of his favourite food.

"Yup and... hmm, I guess this is not for you anymore," Mary handed the carton of beer to Sam instead.

"You want anything to drink?" Mary asked Dean.

"Juice! Juice!" Dean replied.

"I'll see what we have in the fridge," Mary tried to get up but Dean stops her.

Dean: "No, don't go." Dean held on to her hand firmly. He still doesn't want to let Mary out of his sight.

"It's ok, mum, I'll get it," Sam volunteered.

As he walks towards the kitchen, Sam thinks about how bizarre this one little witch hunt had turned out. It doesn't make any sense though, why did the witch cast a spell on her would-be killer, just to turn him into a child? And also, most importantly, why didn't the spell break when the witch died? Dean can't just stay as a four-year-old for the rest of his life... Sam opens the fridge and his eyes fall on the only non-adult juice there is.

He gives an impulsive smile as he remembers adult Dean's reaction when he had seen it in their fridge: "What, rabbit food not enough for you? Now you've got rabbit juice too?"

Sam went back out with a glass of carrot juice in his hand. Dean has already started on his pie and is chewing happily while kicking his feet in excitement under the table.

Sam always know that Dean is a messy eater and had thought that he couldn't get any messier, but that's before he met young Dean, of course.

"Sammy, try this! It's yummy!" Dean digs a huge spoonful of pie and held it in front of his brother's face.

Sam's first thought was to decline the offer as he usually would but as he looks into the eager eyes of young Dean, with pieces of pie littered across his cheeks, his heart swayed.

"Mm... i's go-od," Sam said, with his mouth full of pie. Dean grinned widely and continues stuffing his face with the simple delicacy.

"Mum, I need to talk to you for a sec..." Sam said after he swallowed and the two of them went into the library while Dean remains in the war room, still within sight of each other.

"Sam, you said you killed the witch that cast the spell?" Mary asked in a quiet voice.

"Yes, I did. We even burned her body, I'm sure the witch is dead. I...I don't know why the spell's still working..." Sam whispered back, sounding worried.

"How else can we break the spell if the witch is already dead?" Mary sighed.

"I don't... Rowena." Sam suddenly remembered – if there is anyone who can help them with a witchy, spell problem, it will be her.


Hi! This is my third few-shots! I'm less than half-way through writing this fic, so I can't say for sure when I'll be posting the next few chapters. Hope I can finish it during this hol though, despite being busy with internship and stuff~

Coming soon… Chapter 2: As a Mother