Supernatural

Sam & Dean

Chapter 1

"Yo Sammy, come on man! I'm not getting any younger here!"

Sam sighed as he grabbed the gear and headed for the garage. They were heading out for a hunt. They had gotten a local call about a witch aging people up and killing them. The hunter that had been assigned to the case got aged up to 80 years old and died of a heart attack. Luckily, Sam had done his research and figured out the spell she was using. Of course, Dean was only interested in ganking the bitch.

"I'm here, I'm here" Sam replied as he got into the passenger seat.

"'Bout time Sammy," Dean griped as he started the car. "I was about to leave ya ass and gank this bitch alone."

Sam snorted, "Like you'd even know how. I did all the research!"

"Research is for nerds Sammy. All I need are a couple of witch killing bullets and my trusty gun." Dean smirked at him.

Sam just rolled his eyes as the car rolled out onto the road. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. He had researched all last night and hadn't been able to get any sleep.

"Rise and shine Sammy!"

Sam woke up with a start and looked next to him and saw Dean staring down at him.

"We're here man, come on."

They got up and checked into the motel. After they had gotten settled, Sam grabbed his laptop and brought up his research.

"OK, so get this. The witch, who goes by Mystique, has been aging people up as revenge because she herself was aged up when she was 20 to 60 years old."

Dean wrinkled his nose.

"Gross dude! The only good part about witches is at least they're hot. Now I have to kill a 60 year old witch?"

Sam just gave him a bitch face.

"Do you want to be turned into a 70 year old man again and have me save your ass?"

Dean squawked in anger and glared at him.

"You promised to never bring that up again!"

Sam rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Whatever man, let's just go and finish the job so we can get back to the hunter and to Jack. I don't like leaving him alone for too long."

"You're like a mother hen dude! He's the spawn of Satan, I think he can take care of himself." Dean griped.

"Huh, now you know how I feel every single time I get a scratch." Sam smirked at him.

"Just shut up," Dean grumbled.

He grabbed the witch killing bullets and headed out the door to the witch's house.

After a 20 minute drive, they arrived at her house.

They got out and grabbed their guns.

"OK Sam, stay behind me and get ready to shoot." Dean whispered as he got ready to open the door.

Sam rolled his eyes. Ever since they had lost Cas and mom, Dean had become extra protective of him. Every time Sam had tried to talk to him, Dean had just brushed him off, stating the no chick-flick moments rule.

"I know how to hunt Dean. Been doing it since I was 9."

Dean just shot him a quick glare and shoved Sam behind him.

Sam felt a surge of anger, but decided to let it go. They had bigger problems than Dean being an overprotective big brother.

Dean gripped the door knob and banged open the door, gun cocked and ready to shoot.

In the center of the room stood the witch, an old crone, chanting over a book. She looked up to see Dean's bullet headed towards her face. She leapt out of the way and cast a spell towards Dean.

"Dean look out!" Sam shoved Dean out of the way and got hit with the full brunt of the spell.

"Sammy!" Dean looked in horror as Sam flew across the room and into the next one.

"You bitch!" Dean screamed and shot the witch right between her eyes. The witch died laughing.

Sam groggily opened his eyes. His entire body hurt, like he had been slammed into a wall.

With a flash, he remembered what happened.

"Please Chuck," He prayed. "Please let me be 35 years old and not 80"

He looked down at his hands. They seemed fine and not any wrinkly than normal. Then it hit him.

Oh God, where the hell is my hair!