A/N : Dosent have a beta and was half asleep when writing this so it's going to be a bit jumpy or alot jumpy to tired to check... *falls asleep on keyboard*

Dean growled at the tv as it flickered and went to static. "Really!" The now de-aged 15 year old Dean snarled. "Calm down Dean let me see if I can fix it" Sam said with a smile as he begun to get up, Dean raced over to the tv shooting Sam a glare. "Im 15 not 5 Sammy I can do it" Dean said as he fiddeled with the antenna. After about 3 minutes of adjusting tugging swearing and growling Dean crossed his arms and kicked the table the tv was sitting on, reiciving a chuckle of laughter from Sam. Dean turned his head to the door when someone knocked, Sam had told Dean under no circumstances could he awnser the door due to his de-aged form, so he stood behind Sam shooting the back of Sam's head a death glare, which dissapeared as he saw Bobby.

Dean sat at the small table next to Sam who sat across from Bobby. "Why didn't yah tell me this over the phone" Bobby said with a frown directed at Sam, "Well I wasn't excepting you to nearly have a heart attack" Sam defended. "Uh can I say som-" Dean began when Sam and Bobby both said no in unicine. Dean sunk down into the wooden chair wishinng he could dissapear. "How'd this happen yah idiots?" Bobby asked as he leaned forward placing his elbows on the table. "Well..there was a case in Minneapolis that we took it involved a witch..very attractive by the way she had a real nice as-" Dean started until Sam whacked him upside the head, "Mind out of the gutter Dean, anyway what Dean was saying is he was being an idiot and fell right into her trap...she origanally planned on killing Dean but he was being to much of a handfull, so she turned him younger but by the time she did I was there and I shot her point blank." Sam said.
"And at first Sam didn't think it was me because he showed up 2 minutes after she made me a damn teenager he tried to kill me." Dean said with a frown, "almost did too since Dean kept tripping over his pants...but luckily he convinced me it really was him" Sam said looking at Dean who glared at him, Dean growled lightly when Sam ruffled his hair. "And I suppose ya want to know how to get rid of it?" Bobby said smiling lightly at Deans blushing face as he attempted to stop Sam from ruffling his hair. "Yea we were hoping you'd have some sort of cure" Sam said pulling his hand from Deans now disheveled dirty blonde hair. "Well boys from the looks of Dean I'd say she was a high level witch not some lower wannabe...and I've honestly never seen a spell like this before.." Bobby said noticing the frown Sam and Dean now wore. "I said I've never seen it idjiots, but I've heard of it and there is no cure..." Bobby said noticing the scowl from Dean. "That's good news bo-" bobby cut him off, "I'm not done talkin Dean! Anyway it should ware off depending on how much power the witch put into it" Bobby explained. "Dean do you remember how much she focused?" Bobby asked his gaze fixed on Dean who squirmed under the pressure. Dean looked at the ground then sighed and looked back up, "I was kind of busy screaming" Dean said vissualy wincing as he recalled the pain that racked through his body when that blue light hit him. "Dean you never told me you were hurt!" Sam said as he suddenly grabbed at Dean checking him over before Dean pushed him. "That's why I didn't tell you cuz you would have been all over me like you are now." Dean snapped expecting to discourage Sam but it didn't. "Dean I'm technically the big brother now so I need to make sure your okay" Sam snapped right back at him, Dean glared daggers right back at Sam. "I may be fifteen now but im still the big brother!" Dean yelled as he stood up puffing out his chest, Sam got up face showing anger he stepped forward towering over Dean. "BOYS SIT THE HELL DOWN YAH IJIOTS!" Bobby roared, Dean and Sam turned to Bobby jaws dropped and eyes wide with shock before the two both submitted and returned to their seats. "Thank you, now let's focus on the task at hand…" Bobby said. Dean raised his hand causing Bobbys eye brow to arch in question, "what's the task at hand?" Dean asked after reciving a nodd from Bobby to ask away. Bobby got up and pulled the motel curtain back before closing it again with a sigh, "how where gonna keep your scrawny ass out of danger" Bobby stated. "Look at me Bobby I'm fifteen not five I know how to shoot a gun so I don't need protection" Dean argued refusing to stay quiet even with the glare he was reciving from Sam. "Dad would want you to be safe Dean" Sam said completely calm which angered Dean. "Pulling out the Dad card!" Dean barked at Sam, "You've used it plenty of times on me Dean" Sam stated. Bobby rolled his eyes at the boys "will you two stop your bickering!" Bobby growled.

Dean sat in the back seat of the Impala mumbling various threats if Sam got a single scratch on the impala under his breath before slipping into a deep sleep. Sam took a moment to let Dean's young features sink in like the way his dirty blonde hair flopped on his face his bangs curling slightly due to the fact it hadent been brushed he also noted that his freckles where more prominent than when he was older his skin was also paler since he hadent been constantly out hunting, what Sam hadn't noticed until now was that Dean looked a lot like there mother and it made him smile. Sam pulled up into the roadside bar. "Dean C'mon Bobbys with Ellen and Jo inside" Dean heard Sam say but Dean huffed and reached out pushing Sam's face away, "Dean don't make me pick you up" Sam threatened, Dean flicked him off then yelped as he was lifted up ans placed over Sams shoulder Dean finnaly opened his eyes and banged of Sam's back. Dean was shouting various insults and hitting Sam as they walked into the bar, "Sam put the boy down!" Dean recognized as Ellens voice said causing Sam to immediately comply. Dean smirked and flicked Sam off again before turning to see Jo and Ellen, Jo's face blushing. "D-Dean?" She asked as she tryed to contain her laughter. "I swear if you laugh!" Dean threatened but it didn't stop her she still laughed and Deans face was red with embarrasment by the time she finished, "I-I'm sorry Dean you're just too cute!" Jo said, "I am not cute" Dean argued only to recive more of her laughter.

(yes i felt like randomly describing dean cause i wanted to :DD oh and Jo and Ellen arnt dead cause this isent based around any certain episode so is sort of AU so just go with it?)

Sam sat with Jo Ellen and Bobby his eye's still focused on Dean who was slumped down in a chair his chin resting on the table as he fiddled with some salt that he 'accidentally' spilt. "So a witch? Wow...never knew they could do that" Ellen said as she followed Sam's gaze smiling lightly as she saw it was on Dean. "Yea we came here hoping you might have heard something about it but since you didn't know they could I guess you do-" Ellen held up her hand to silence him, "I've heard of it plenty of times I just never thought it was real" Ellen said as she looked from Dean to Sam, "So have you heard anything about how long it will last?" Sam asked. Ellen took a drink of her beer then set it down, "well the longest I've heard it to last was 2 years" she explained then looked at dean. "From what I get is the younger they make you the shorter it lasts but 15 dosent seem to young" she added.
Dean looked from the pile of salt over to Sam who was listening to Ellen, he let out a sigh before getting up. "What are you guys ta-" the door was flung open as a hunter came in lugging another hunter that had deep gashes on his chest and was bleeding badly, that's when they heard the growling. Dean ran slamming the door to the bar shut, "Sammy we need salt!" Dean ordered, Sam nodded and tossed him salt. Once finished lining the doors and windows Dean stepped back.
the hunter was lying on the pool table as Jo started to clean the wounds, "what are they?" Sam asked the uninjured hunter, "he said they where dogs black dogs but I couldn't see them I didn't even believe him till I heard the growling" the hunter babbled, Dean just barley being able to make it out. "Aww salt? Really now boys that just makes me feel bad that you want to lock me out!" They heard a male voice call from outside. Dean looked at Sam then to the window looking out he saw a teenage boy 5"11 or shorter with solid black eyes and short dusty brown hair standing confidently with his hands on his hips. Dean reached for his gun but remembered that Sam took it away because he was to young, "No Dean let me and Bobby handle this" Sam said as he grabbed a pistol and removed the saftey before heading to the door. Dean felt helpless but he did the one thing he could grabbed Sams arm and gave him the puppy dog eyes, "Sammy please Don't leave me in here" he begged. Sam looked at him with a frown before opening the door without disturbing the salt line. Everything was in slow motion for Dean as he saw his brother get pushed to the ground by somthing he couldn't see, and as Sam's gun went off and suddenly he heard screaming until he realized it was himself screaming as he saw somthing claw into Sams chest, without a single thought he jumped over the bar and grabbed the rifle off the wall jumping back over the bar he loaded it and headed out the door ignoring Ellen and Jo's protests.
Dean aimed right above Sam and pulled the trigger the blast sending Dean stumbling but Dean quickly regained his footing, shooting again he hit the invisable thing that let out a yelp. "My hell hound!" The demon/teen snarled. Dean brought the gun up and aimed it at the demon, "Shoot me if you have the guts" the demon said with a chuckle. Dean didn't hesitate he pulled the trigger and the demon stumbled back before screaming as black smoke poured from its throat."D-Dean?" Sam croaked.

A/N: I suck at punctuation so i tried to do what looked best...so if it's a total screw up don't leave rude comments as i stated before i was dead tired and still am i accidentally took my pills that make me sleep yesterday instead of the ones that keep you awake so yeaaaaah... ugh im gonna take a nap after this short dialouge.

Dean: ...WHY WON'T YOU LET ME DRIVE MATT!

Me: ... because if your 15 i highly doubt you have a permit yet and...cause i said so?

Dean: and my mind isent in the gutter.

Sam: yes it is...

Dean: SHUT UP SAMMY

Sam: ;~; *hides in corner*

Me: LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID YOU MADE ME MAKE YOUR BROTHER ACT LIKE TAMAKI

Dean: that's your own fault mister.