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Summery: When Sam, Dean, and a newly human Cas return home from a witch hunt gone wrong, they spend the night drinking and planning. What happened when Bobby wakes up to de-aged Sam and dean? Come along on the journey with Bobby and Cas as they deal with children.
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If Demons didn't exist, his wife would still be alive. He would have a family, a little girl maybe, they'd have the shop and his life would be perfect. But he was Bobby Singer, demons as well as many other monsters did exist, his wife was dead and his life was never and would never be perfect.
The loud growl of an Impala grew closer and the old hunter grunted as he pushed himself out of the chair and towards the front door. He recognized the sound of that car the instant he heard it.
He had forgotten how many hours he had spent hoping he would hear that sound, to know that the two boys and the ex-angel that were inside of it were safe. He looked out a window to see the black vintage car rolling to a stop outside of the door and the three boys sitting inside.
Bobby felt a sigh of relief, one he was familiar with, escape past his lips and he went out to greet the boys that had become like his own sons over the years. Bobby hugged and brought them into the house, welcoming them home with open arms.
Dean, Sam, and Cas smiled, happy to be home and to be able to have a good night's rest. Dean made himself comfortable at once, years of stopping at Bobby's house for advice or just a visit not lost on him. He made a beeline for the fridge, pulling out a couple beers and handing them out to everyone in turn. Cas stared at his a little thoughtfully, still standing just inside the doorway.
Though their last hunt hadn't gone as planned, Cas, who was still getting used to being full human, was still learning how to hunt. He was uncomfortable holding a gun, which made his role during a hunt limited. On this last hunt, they were after what they were sure was a witch, though it wasn't a witch that they had ever came across before.
They spent the night telling Bobby of the hunt, of how the witch had managed to get away and that they would need to go back to the town and make sure that the town was fine.
Bobby slammed his bottle down. "You idjits mean to tell me that ya left a monster out there?" He looked and them and shook his head. "What happens when it comes back for those poor people?" Cas looked down, feeling bad because it was his fault the witch got away.
Cas started to say that he was sorry when Dean spoke up. "It's my fault Bobby. We'll go back tomorrow." Bobby seemed happy with that answer and grabbed another beer.
They ate until they were full and tired before heading off to bed, Sam and Dean in one room and Cas in another. Bobby grabbed another beer from the fridge and made his way to his desk, preparing for a long night of poring through dozens of books of lore just like he did every night. He had fallen asleep at his desk as he usually did and it wasn't until Bobby heard what sounded like a crying baby did he realize that something had gone terribly wrong on their witch hunt.
He got up, rushing towards the room that the crying was coming from to see a baby laying in Sam's bed and a toddler in Dean's. "What the hell…?" Bobby said, confused as to what was going on. He frowned, running to check on Cas, letting out a confused, but relieved sound seeing a full grown man. He shook Cas awake and brought him to the other room.
Cas followed, confused as to why he was being woken up. He pushed his achy body up. "Bobby, what's going on? Do Sam and Dean require my help?" He asked. Bobby only dragged the exhausted ex-angel to the other room. The tired man followed only to stop wide eyed at the two children lying where Sam and Dean had once been. He walked over, seeing the children bright eyed and awake, and hearing Sam cry.
He looked back to Bobby. "What do we do?" Bobby shrugged. "Pick him up?" Bobby said who had found himself a bit busy with the toddler. Bobby looked up to Cas, holding the 3 year old version of Dean on his side. "I don't have anything here for them…." he said, obvious panic rising in his voice. Cas nodded and picked Sam up, holding him underneath his arms and away from his body, letting Sam's little body dangle in the air.
Sam continued to wail and Cas looked to Bobby for help. Bobby rolled his eyes and set Dean down next to Cas. He took Sam into his arms, holding onto him. He showed Cas how to support the neck and the body. Sam settled down, nuzzling his face into Bobby's chest, cooing slightly. Cas watched in awe as he felt a little hand pulling on his shirt. He looked down to see a tiny hand grasping onto what it could reach.
He bent down to pick up Dean, setting him on his side. "it's ok Dean, we'll figure out what's going on." Dean nodded his little head and wrapped his arms around Cas' neck and rested his head on Cas' shoulder.