OK: So this is set during the 10x12 episode "About a Boy" and continues on from there but doesn't follow the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or these characters or anything.

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The scene in the kitchen was one of chaos. Dean, in his fourteen-year-old body, was no match for Hansel yet he still managed to put up quite a fight. He reached for the magic pouch that hung around the older man's neck, but before he could grab it he was kicked down to the ground.

"Hansel, the spell," the witch shouted. She looked with panic in her eyes from Hansel to Sam and then back to Hansel. "Now!"

Hansel looked towards Sam and gave the hex bag a firm squeeze as Sam lunged for the witch, knocking her into the oven.

Hansel stared at the oven in horror as the witch's shrieks rang out. He took a few steps forward and pushed Sam out of the large oven's doorway. As Hansel reached in to pull out the witch Dean seized the opportunity of the turned back. He used all of his strength to kick Hansel into the oven and then slam the door shut.

Next, he turned to look at Sam.

"Dude." Dean said with a laugh. "You're short."

"Shut up!" Sam said. The lack of depth in his voice was startling.

" 'Shut up!' " Dean mocked in a falsetto voice. "Dude, I may be fourteen, but you're like, what? Ten?"

Sam huffed and made his way over to Tina. She was still in a state of shock, having just witnessed magic in action, an impromptu cremation, and murder. Sam got to work loosening her restraints and Dean quickly joined in.

"You ok?" Dean asked.

"As much as I can be." Tina shivered as the final binding was loosened. "Thanks."

"Of course." Dean said. He took off his outer jacket and placed it around Tina's shoulders. "Here."

"So, what now?" Tina asked.

"You get the hex bag?" Sam asked Dean.

"No, must have burned with Hansel."

"Great." Sam sighed. "Well maybe we can work some kind of reversal spell."

"This might help." Dean grabbed the witches leather bound book from the kitchen counter.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but could you guys wait to do the spell until after I leave?" Tina looked at the two brothers with her big doe eyes. "I mean, yeah being a teenager sucks, been there done that, but I wasn't doing so hot as an adult either and this could be like a second chance for me. Know what I mean?"

"You sure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Tina smiled.

"If that's what you want," Sam said. "If fact, there's no need for you to hang around any longer. Dean and I can manage things from here. Can we drop you off somewhere? Your place? A motel?"

"Yeah thanks, I am a little anxious to blow this joint. Not that I don't love the smell of roasted witch, but uh yeah." Tina managed a nervous giggle. "A bus station would be great."

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Hours later Tina was on her way to a new life and Sam was slamming shut the last book of magic he could find. They had returned to the witch's house to look for anything that might help with a reversal spell.

"Nothing. Not a damn thing." Sam growled.

"Watch your language young man." Dean teased.

"How are you not freaking out right now Dean? We are trapped in these miniature bodies and—"

"Well, you're miniature. I'm growing like a weed." Dean smiled. He almost laughed when Sam huffed and folded his arms across his bony little chest, but he knew this was no laughing matter. "Look Sam, I get it. I've been trapped in this fun-size package longer than you have and I've expressed my opinions on reliving the joys of puberty. But at the same time…the mark is gone man. And it feels so good to just be me again without the burden of that curse."

Sam looked up at his older brother and wasn't sure of what to say. Yes he was happy that Dean felt as if his load had been lightened, but he also wanted his life back; he wanted them to have their lives back.

"Dean…"

"I know. I know, we can't stay like this forever, but it's late and we're both exhausted. There's nothing here so let's continue this research later. I think some food and a good night's rest will do us both some good."

Sam couldn't argue with the idea of a soft bed and a warm meal. He could already feel his eyelids starting to droop.

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Sam woke up in his bed to the smell of bacon and maple syrup.

"Rise and shine, Sammy boy." Dean chirped.

Sam slowly pushed himself up into a seated position and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Got you the breakfast platter."

"Where's the coffee?" Sam asked.

"Didn't get any. Don't want to stunt your growth."

"Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean laughed. Sam rolled out of bed and made his way to the little table in the corner of the unimpressive motel room.

"I don't remember coming back here last night." Sam admitted as he dug a fork out of the brown paper bag on the table.

"Yeah, that's 'cus you fell asleep in the car and I had to carry you in and tuck you into bed like the baby that you are."

"Shut up." Sam said. His cheeks were turning red at the thought of being carried to bed like an infant. "You could have just woken me up you know."

"Tried. You were out like a light. Also, it was embarrassingly easy to carry you. You can't weigh more than forty pounds soaking wet."

"Yeah, whatever. Look we gotta figure out that spell." Sam said. He shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth and immediately reloaded the fork.

Dean smiled as he watched Sam eat. As an adult Sam didn't allow himself to indulge, but he had always been a hungry kid willing to eat just about anything Dean put in front of him. He really started to grow his final years in high school, but all throughout his adolescence he ate like was fueling an entire army and never gained a pound or grew an inch.

"Ok, we'll let's finish eating breakfast and then we can head back to the bunker."

"I don't know Dean, maybe we should stick around here for a few days. What if there's something we need here for the spell."

"Like what?" Dean asked. "The witch is dead. Hansel is dead. Hex bag is burned. The Men of Letter's probably have a better magic stash anyway."

Sam nodded in agreement after contemplating Dean's logic, and after a few more minutes he pushed his empty plate away and stood.

"Ok, I'll hit the showers and then I'll be ready to go. We've got a long drive ahead of us." Sam said.

"Yeah, and here." Dean reached behind his chair and pulled up a shopping bag. "Picked you up some size appropriate clothes. Hopefully they fit ok."

Sam pulled the clothes out of the bag and immediately rolled his eyes.

"Really Dean?" Sam whined. "Superman pajamas?"

Dean bent over in laughter. Sam had given him just the response he was looking for.

"I'm not wearing these."

Dean couldn't respond, as he was too busy laughing at the look of disgust on Sam's face.

Sam tossed the bright pajamas onto the chair and reached back into the bag. Dean had been kind enough to purchase jeans, a 5-pack of basic black t-shirts, and a grey zip-up jacket.

"We'll hit the road as soon as you're ready." Dean said.

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It wasn't long before Sam and Dean were cruising down the road. They drove for hours before stopping for the night. The next day they were back on the road. They were just passing Kearney, Nebraska when red and blue lights flashed in the rearview mirror.

"Damn it." Dean mumbled.

"Dean-"

"I'll handle it."

Dean pulled off to the side of the road and waited for the cop to approach the open window.

"Good afternoon, officer. What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm gonna need to see your license and registration."

"I'd love to help you out with that sir, but unfortunately I left my wallet back at the house."

"I'm gonna be honest with you son, you look a bit young to be driving. Is it possible that you don't have your license on you because you don't actually possess one?"

"I'm 16, sir." Dean said with a smile.

"Sure you are." The officer said. He focused his attention on Sam and smiled. "What's your name son?"

"Sam."

"Hi there Sam. I'm Officer Parker."

"Hi." Sam said. He's brow pinched in confusion as to why the officer was talking to him.

"This your big brother?"

"Yes, sir." Sam said.

"Is he really 16 years old?" The officer asked in a patronizing tone.

"Yes, sir."

"You know it's not good to lie to a police officer. You can tell me the truth Sam. I won't be angry."

Sam almost rolled his eyes.

"Look, Officer Parker, I'm sorry I don't have my license. I'll be sure to bring it with me next time." Dean said.

"Well, it's not just that. Neither of you are wearing seat belts." Officer Parker sighed. "I'm gonna have to ask you boys to come down to the station with me. We can call your parents, get them to bring you your license and get this situation figured out."

"You gotta be fuc-"

"Our mom will be too mad!" Sam blurted out in order to prevent Dean from angering the officer.

"It's ok, I'm sure she'll just want to know you boys are safe." Officer Parker said. "Come on now."

Reluctantly, Sam and Dean followed the officer back to his patrol car. Officer Parker handed the Impala keys over to his partner and instructed him to head to the station impound lot.

Soon Sam and Dean were seated in the station at Officer Parker's desk.

"Now why don't we make that phone call and get your parents to come pick you up?"

"Well I don't know if that's gonna happen." Dean said. "See, we're a little far from home."

"You don't say?"

"I want to call my mom now." Sam said putting on his best nervous kid voice.

"Sammy?" Dean wasn't sure where Sam was going with this.

"Ok son, that's a good idea." Officer Parker slid his desk phone in Sam's direction.

Sam picked up the receiver, but hesitated to dial.

"I don't remember her number, cuz I never have to dial it. It's saved on my phone in the glove compartment of the car." Sam said in a little voice.

"No problem Sam. I'll get it for you and then you can call your mom." Officer Parker smiled and stood. Once he was out of sight Sam quickly punched in a phone number.

"Sammy, what's your play here?" Dean asked. Rather than answer his brother, Sam waited for a voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"Jody, there's not a lot of time to explain," Sam started. "It's Sam Winchester, and I know I sound like a kid but it's because I am. Like I said, long story but Dean and I were hunting this witch. Didn't end well. We're in a police station being held up for driving without a license because Dean's a fricken 14 year old kid. Can you please pretend to be our mom so we can get the hell out of here before they start asking too many questions?"

"Wo! Hold up." Jody said. "You're...um…Is this for real?"

"Ok look the Officer is going to come back any second now. I gotta go but I'm going to call right back." Sam slammed the receiver down.

Sure enough, Officer Parker came around the corner with Sam's phone in hand. Sam called Jody Mills again.

"Mom?" Sam asked. "It's Sam. Me and Dean went for a drive but we kind of went too far. Officer Parker wants you to come pick us up."

"Sam? I still don't understand what the hell happened to you boys." Jody said.

"I know. We can explain more later." Sam said.

"Well where the hell are you two?" Jody asked.

"Kearney, Nebraska."

"Let me pull that up on maps, hang on." There was a pause in the conversation. "Sam that's a five hour drive from here!"

"Yeah, uh, sorry. If you're busy at work or something we understand."

"Well, I can't have my sons going into foster care." Jody sighed. "I can be on the road in 30. Give the phone to the officer."

"She wants to talk to you." Sam said.

Roughly five hours later later Jody Mills strode into the station. She was sporting her Sheriff's uniform and a frown.

"Sheriff Mills," Officer Parker said. "I'm sorry you had to make the drive out here."

"Not as sorry as these boys are going to be." Sheriff Mills crossed her arms over her chest as she took in the sight of miniature Sam and Dean Winchester. She tried not to smile at how adorable they looked.

Jody went on to explain how the Impala was going to be a gift for Dean's upcoming birthday and he decided to take it out for an early spin and must have gotten a little carried away. With a few comments about the struggle of raising two boys without a father, and a few batting eyelids, Jody got Officer Parker to give her "sons" a warning and send them on their way. Jody decided it was too late to head back to Sioux Falls and instead opted for a night in a local motel.

"So," Jody said, closing the motel door behind her. "You two ready to tell me what the hell is going on here?"

The story was told in detail as Jody sat at on the edge of one of the lumpy motel beds.

"And your plan is to...what? Go back to your place and find a spell?" Jody asked.

"Yeah, and we're only about two hours away now." Dean said. "So after we get the Impala back in the morning we can get out of your hair."

"And if you get picked up by the cops again?" Jody asked.

"Good call, we'll stop by a copy shop first and print out a few I.D.'s." Dean said.

Sam nodded and let out a yawn.

"Hey you should hit the showers before you knock out Sammy."

"It's," Sam yawned again, "Sam."

"Ok sure, Sam, hit the showers." Dean commanded.

"Dude, just because I'm short doesn't mean you can boss me around now." Sam said with a hint of sass. He grabbed his duffle anyways and headed for the bathroom.

"Was he really ever that small?" Jody whispered once Sam was behind the closed bathroom door.

"Yeah, hard to believe huh?" Dean laughed. "Such a runt. He was always to eager to grow, but didn't even hit a real growth spurt until like junior year."

"I bet you had a heart attack the day he outgrew you." Jody teased.

"Ah well," Dean shrugged. "Guess he earned it. That kid was put through the ringer for years. Not just teased at school, but you know, our dad...he always made Sam work twice as hard. Said he'd have to make up for his size with his skill."

Talking about his dad put Dean in a quiet mood.

Once he had showered, Sam went to pull out some night clothes and realized that his options were boxers and a clean black shirt or his Superman pajamas. Not wanting to wear boxers in front of Jody he went for a mix and match. Superman pants with the black t-shirt.

"Cute." Dean laughed when Sam finally exited the bathroom.

Jody didn't even try to hide her smile. Seeing little Sammy in his superhero pjs with his wet mop of hair reminded her of her own son.

"It's not funny." Sam grumbled.

"You can hop in next if you want," Jody said to Dean. "I'm a morning shower taker."

Dean nodded and headed for the bathroom.

"You know he only teases you because he loves you." Jody said.

Sam shrugged.

"Dean seems to be taking this in stride, but I sense you're less than thrilled." Jody said, hoping to spark a conversation.

"I guess you're right." Sam sat on the vacant bed and faced Jody. "I mean I can see how this is like a fresh start, but I'm just…"

"What?" Jody prodded in a soft voice.

"I'm just so tired." Sam admitted. His bony shoulders slouched down. "And now, if I stay this way...it's like I have to live an entirely new life. I wasn't supposed to...it's just...I just need to figure out the spell."

"You know, after losing my family I thought I couldn't start again. It took a while, but I made a new life for myself. Then I thought I was content with the new life I had carved out, and along came Alex."

"Alex!" Sam exclaimed. "Damn it. Jody I'm so sorry, I didn't even think about how we'd be dragging you away from her."

"She'll be fine." Jody said. Her eyebrows were raised in surprise at Sam's adult language. Sure she knew he wasn't actually a kid, but it was strange hearing him swear in his new voice. "Alex proved herself while I was away on that Sheriff's retreat and I really do think she's starting to feel more comfortable at home. But Sam, my point is that life can throw some wicked curveballs. Hell, you know that. But you boys are capable of overcoming just about anything. So I wouldn't worry too much if I were you."

"Thanks Jody." Sam said. He smiled and stood.

"You not going to bed?" Jody asked.

"Yeah, but I'll take the couch." Sam grabbed a pillow and a blanket from off the foot of the bed. "I may be small enough to share a bed with Dean like when we were kids, but that doesn't mean I intend to."

"I can take the couch Sam."

"No, you've been driving and you've got a long haul again tomorrow." Sam settled into the couch and closed his eyes. "Besides, I'm young. I'll bounce back quicker."

Jody laughed and hit the lights. It was only minutes before Sam was asleep. Dean opened the bathroom door, spilling a column of light onto the mysteriously stained carpet. He was in sweats and a black cotton t-shirt.

"He out?" Dean whispered.

Jody nodded and slipped past Dean and into the bathroom. By the time she was finished getting ready for bed and came back into the room Sam had been carried from the couch to the bed. He was under the covers, lying on his stomach and was stretched out like a starfish.

Jody looked at Dean's sleepy figure on the couch and smiled but said nothing.

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