Pint Size with A Gun
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Dean watched as Bobby got smaller and smaller. And he couldn't do a thing to stop it. Wee! Bobby.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
H/C Bingo Prompt: De-age(physical)
Dean hated witches. They have been nothing but a pain in the ass.
When they stumbled across a coven in a swamp…didn't they realize how clique that was. Then again, he would be screwed if they moved out of 14th century. It was a larger coven than most. So, they asked Bobby along and of course, he complained about it.
"Don't you think that I have something better to do?"
Honestly, he didn't think so but he kept his mouth shut about it. He did need Bobby's help.
And with the extra help, it was suppose to be easy. Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am. Not this…
Not little Bobby.
"God damn, idijits! Look what they did to me?" said a six year old Bobby. His clothes too big for him. It made him look kind of adorable and creepy. He did look kind of funny in those clothes being too big for him and couldn't hold his gun up. That was probably a good thing.
"We figure out how to fix you," Sam said as his eyes dart from him to Bobby.
"We hope," He mumbled.
"I may not be able to pick up my gun, son. But I still can kick your ass."
He laughed.
"Language little guy," He said.
"Dude…you do know that Bobby still has his knife on him," His brother said.
He forgot about that damn thing and by the look on Bobby's face…he forgot it too.
Until now.
-SPNSPNSPN-
The trip to the car and Bobby's truck was delightful. Bobby refused to leave his truck. He kept complaining about everything and he kept following over his pants. Damn bastard had like a million of them back at his place. But….noooooo…the damn bastard wanted to drive it back.
"You can't reach the brake!"
"I can improvise!"
"You look like you are six, Bobby. Can you imagine if a cop pulled you over?"
"I am not idjit. I know how to drive my own car!"
"Guys…" Sam said.
"No, you are a moron!"
"What did you call me?"
"Guys…"
"You could die!"
"Don't see that happening, son."
"GUYS!"
Bobby and he turned toward Sam. He was rubbing his nose and making a bitch face. Why is making one of those? He was dealing with Bobby!
"I will drive the truck. Bobby can ride with me."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Bobby mumbled to himself and stomped off to the truck. He tried not to laugh when Bobby nearly tripped over his pants. They were in for a long night.
-SPNSPNSPN-
Damn…was Bobby pouting?
"I just want damn coffee!"
"No caffeine."
"Why the hell now?"
He looked up from his book and stared at Bobby.
"Have you seen a six year old on caffeine?"
"I am not six!"
"Just in a six year old body."
"Doesn't matter!"
He threw his hands into the air and threw his book onto the table. He got up from the table and stalked over to the coffee maker. Sam was busy in Bobby's study. Hoping in finding a cure. Lucky bastard didn't have to deal with a six year old Bobby.
"Fine," He said as he poured Bobby a cup of coffee. He also slipped something else into it too.
"Here."
He handed the cup to Bobby, who grumbled but took a sip.
"Good coffee."
He smirked to himself as he slipped back into his chair. He picked up his book and started reading again. Soon enough, he heard yawning…then followed by snoring. He glanced up from his book and grinned at the sleeping Bobby.
Worked with Sammy….who knew the trick would work on Bobby too.
He turned his head when he heard Sam come out of the study.
"It looked liked the witches didn't complete the spell. The spell should wear off by morning. Dean…what did you give Bobby?" His brother said.
He just smiled. Sam gave him a look.
"You didn't…."
"Maybe…"
What Bobby didn't know…won't kill him.
-SPNSPNSPN-
Next morning, Bobby was all grown up again. For his help, he whacked him on the head with his cap and called him an idijit.
He just rubbed his head.
End
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