Be Careful What You Wish For...
Disclaimer! I do not own Supernatural.
A/N: This is my first story so enjoy!
Summary: Dean wishes to see Cas as a little kid, as Sam wants to see Gabriel as one also.
Dean's POV
It started like it usually did, then all Hell broke loose. Sam and I were on a hunt. We had just taken down a group of vampires. I started the Impala while Sam finished putting away the weapons. The radio was blasting Metallica. Usually I would turn the radio down because I didn't hear Sam complain the entire eight hour ride to Bobby's. Today was different. Sam closed the trunk of the car, slid into the passenger side of the car, then just stared out into space. Into nothing. I half expected him to give me a bitch face and turn the radio off. The only time I'd seen him like this was when someone close to us died.
"Sam, you okay?" I asked cautiously.
No answer. I've seen Sam like this maybe only a couple times, but had no idea how to get through to him. I did the best thing a big brother could do. I looked at him and he looked at me. "It's gonna be okay, Sam."
He looked at me with those big, brown puppy like eyes of his and said, "No, Dean, it's not gonna be okay." "I know this is our job, but I killed a child today." I looked at him in disbelief.
"You did not kill a child!" I screamed, "It was a monster!". We argued like this for another hour. We arrived at the motel we were staying at for the night. I got out of the car and stomped childishly to the front desk. I got the room keys and started to unpack the car. I grabbed what I would need to get ready in the morning. Sam was stilled pissed at me, so the only sound in the room was the quiet music playing from the radio in the room. We both crawled into our beds and slowly drifted to sleep, anger still flowing through our veins.
The next morning I awoke around 10. Sam was in the bathroom, so until he finished taking a shower, I decided to watch whatever was on TV. It was almost noon when he finally emerged from the bathroom. "God, what are you? A girl?" I said smirking. Of course his initial response was an eye roll followed by a bitch face. It took me only 30 minutes to get ready because, well I'm naturally sexy. We headed to the diner to have a little lunch before we drove the rest of the way to Bobby's. Halfway into lunch Sam turns to me and says, "Do you ever wonder what Cas and Gabe looked like when they were little?". I actually did but I would never admit it. "Uh, no." I stared at Sam for quite a while before he broke the silence. "Well, I wish we could see them like that." The rest of lunch was quite awkward until we got a phone call. "Hello," I answered, "Bobby?"
"You boys better get here and fast." The old hunter said. He sounded rather annoyed.
"Okay, we'll be there," I said. "Is everything okay?" No Answer. I looked at Sam with a look of confusion on my face.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"It's just that Bobby called, and he hardly ever calls." "I've got the feeling something might have happened." With that, I laid the money on the table and we strode to the Impala. The engine purred to life and I sped out of the parking lot worrying about Bobby the entire ride.