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Dean was sitting on the floor of Bobby's kitchen on a blanket, clutching a wooden object in his hand. His bright green eyes were alight with innocence and wonder as he examined the alphabet blocks surrounding him. Cooing and gurgling he put it down and then he reached for a fabric ball that was nearby throwing it at his Dad laughing as John rolled it back to him, smiling at his antics. He looked at Bobby who was still in shock over their arrival and Dean's condition.
"How the hell did this happen Winchester?" Bobby asked looking at Dean. He just couldn't believe what he was looking at.
"I don't know, one minute we were tracking the witch who had been doing those sacrifices then I heard her laughing at us, saying I would spend the next year and more doing penance for my crimes against by blood, then poof! There was Dean naked as the day he was born crying his head off. He was a bitch settle let me tell you. But he doesn't seen aware of anything wrong" John said thoughtfully watching his son play with the toys on the floor.
"Oh she was telling you straight, you are going to suffer John. This curse is a bitch and it's what the 24th March, yeah, so in 15 months he will back to himself. Sorry John I can't do anything else." Bobby told him resignedly smiling as Dean gurgled over their attention.
"Huh why that long?" John asked confused.
"Because it's a witch's year, a year and a day and it's been 3 months exactly since his birthday, she used the day to fuel the curse. He's the way he is till March 25th next year" Bobby explained to him.
John sighed rubbing his hands hard across his face and standing up, walking to Dean. He crouched down and rubbed Dean on his head.
"How you doing ace. You having fun?" John smiled at his son. Dean's reply was a cooing laugh at his father.
"Daddy dad a" He held up a block to John who took it and placed it on his small tower he had created.
Turning back to Bobby he sighed again, he said, "I need a drink, a strong one"
"Here Here" Bobby said pouring them s stiff jack each. They both were thinking about the next year and John's hard times ahead. John was listing the new things that he did not have that Dean needed. Getting up and reaching for the keys he picked up Dean who laughed at him grabbing his face. Rascal John thought and he was going to be just as bad as he once was when he was tiny, he just knew it.
Bobby watched them smiling, privately thinking that John had this coming, Dean had not a good childhood, he had too many burdens that kids shouldn't have. The witch had a sense of irony it seemed. Boy would make the year interesting. Babies tended to do that he thought and he bet Dean was a character even when small.