"Come on, Dean." Sam whined.
"No, Sam. I just can't." Dean yelled slamming his hands on the stirring wheel.
"Ellen and Jo died just a few weeks ago…don't you think it's a little soon to go on another hunt? Hell, we killed Lucifer, didn't we? We shouldn't even be hunting anymore."
"We are hunting because that's what we do, you know. Saving people, the family business. I was climbing walls at Bobby's. This is what Jo and Ellen would want us to do, kill evil creatures."
"Dean, we should be celebrating that we killed Lucifer with me or you being the vessels of those sons of bitches."
"We will celebrate by hunting a witch."
"Come on, Dean. One more week at Bobby's."
"My God, Sammy. You're like a two year old."
Sam used bitchface #207 at Dean as they pulled over to the house of the witch. "Shut up."
"Alright, you go in front, I'll go around back." Dean ordered. They got out of the Impala.
Once they were inside the lace was quiet. Sam walked up the stairs, Dean followed behind. They reached the top when Sam got flung to a wall and Dean pushed down the stairs. Dean heard shots being fired. He heard Sam scream the another shot fired.
Dean tried to stand up but he saw blood. He looked down then a pain flared. He looked down at his leg. It wasn't supposed to bend that way. Somehow, he limped up the stairs.
Dean spotted the witch first thing. He pulled his gun out. He crawled over to her. She was barely breathing. The witch barely opened her eyes and looked at Dean. "You got what you asked for Dean Winchester." Dean raised his gun and shot her in between the eyes.
He somehow got to his feet…foot and limped over where Sam's…clothes were. Next thing he knows a tiny naked butt appeared out of the clothes. Dean moved some of the clothes. The little naked butted belonger to a tiny little boy who looked a lot like Sam. "Sammy?"
"Dean? I think sumthin's ery wong. Dat witch did somewin."
"Yeah, Sammy, you're a two year old…a naked two year old."
"Dean, call Cass-e-al. The witch says I'm going to forget."
"What?"
"The witch told me she gonna erase 24 years."
"Let's get you to the Impala." Dean pulled the plain T-shirt over Sam's little head and stuck the kids arms in the flannels sleeves and picked him up.
"You're hurt, De. Call Cas."
"We have to get you outta here." Dean limped slowly down the steps. Occasionally hissing in pain when it gets too much, but Dean plows through it.
"De-De, I'm tired." Sam's eyes were dropping heavily.
"Stay conscious for a few more minutes so I can get you to the Impala."
"But, I'm so sleepy…" Sam whined Dean had limped to the front door.
"I know, baby brother. Please, just stay awake." Dean stepped off the porch and staggered. 'Hey, Cas, I need you to come on down here as fast as you can. I'm hurt and Sammy's different.'
Nothing happened. Dean opened the back door and strapped Sam in. "Alright, Sammy. Goodnight, baby brother."
"Night night." Sam closed his eyes and he was out like a light."
"Shit." Dean mumbled. There was no way he could drive when he driving foot was broke.
It hurt like Hell the whole drive but somehow Dean made it to the motel in one piece.
Sam had woken up when Dean unbuckled him. "I'm gonna set you down for a moment. I need to grab my duffel from the trunk."
Dean's limp was getting worse and more painful with every step. He opened the trunk and grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He took a limped step and then heard a painful pop and he collapsed to the ground. Dean let out a groan and moved his leg and saw blood. He bone broke through skin.
Dean heard Sam start to whimper. He saw a puddle at Sam's feet. Sam wasn't oilet trained, he wasn't Dean's brother anymore. Dean was gonna be a Sam's Dad now. Dean mustered up the strength to stand up, pick up a now crying Sam, and walk into the motel.
Dean sat down on the bed and Sam right beside him. 'Dear Castiel, I really need you, man. I'm hurt pretty bad.'
Seconds later cas stood in front of Dean. "Hello, Dean."
"Ya mind healing me up. I've gotta gimp leg and a wet, crying Sammy."
Cas nodded and touched Dean's forehead healing him. "What is wrong with Sam?"
"He…well, right now, just a little accident."
"Uh, Dean…I mean how is he two?"
"A witch…"
"So, what are you gonna do?" Cas squinted his eyes.
"Probably go to Wal-Mart, get clothes, shoes, diapers…a stuffed animal or toys so he's not bored when we are trying to reverse him, maybe a car seat."
"I shall go with you."
"Really? Angel of the Lord…would help a man with a crying toddler."
"With Lucifer gone and Heaven back in order, I have a lot of free time."
"I think I'm gonna be fine on my own." Dean lifted up Sam and set him on his hip. "Sammy, we're gonna go on a little trip. How does that sound?"
"Daddy…" Sam whimpered and buried his face in Dean's shirt.
"And so it begins…" Dean looked over at Cas.
"Dean? Could I…Maybe…perhaps…" Cas gave an almost human expression.
"You really wanna come along, don't you, Cas?" Cas nodded shyly. "Sure, why not? The more the merrier."
Cas smiled. "How did Dean Winchester manage to break his leg hunting a witch?"
"She was more powerful than we thought. Threw Sam into wall and chucked me down the stairs."
Dean walked out of the motel room and strapped a half awake Sam in the back seat once again. "Cas, I know how badly people are gonna fawn over him. I'm his Dad. Make up your own story." Cas nodded.
They drove to the nearest Wal-Mart, which wasn't that far, Sam was out. Dean didn't even bother putting him in the cart. He carried Sam and Cas pushed the cart.
"We got about a week and a half's worth of clothes, two packages of diapers, a pair of what you called "The most adorable shoes in the world" shoes, and the perfect car seat for a two year boy." Dean remarked as Cas grabbed a stuffed teddy bear and a few toy cars. Dean knew they would need some sippy cups. So they made their way over there.
"Hold on, Dean. Hand me your call phone." Cas smiled.
"Why?" Dean fished his phone out of his jacket pocket.
Cas studied the phone then took a picture of Dean and Sam. "Sam is an adorable child, but a drooly one."
Dean's eyebrows rose. He craned his head and saw a glob of drool slide off Sam's lip and hit the already big wet spot on his shoulder. Dean smirked. "I forgot, Sammy, he was a very slobbery tot."
"Let's head to the check out, then change Sam." Cs said grabbing some blue and green sippy cups.
Once they were at the checkout things got weird. "Aw, well, isn't he the most adorable thing in the world."
"Thanks, his name is Sammy."
"Did you two adopt?" She asked innocently.
Dean's eyebrows rose again. "Pardon?"
"Did you two adopt or use a surrogate?"
Cas touched the back of Dean's neck and answered before Dean could. "We used a surrogate, a good friend of ours. I'm Castiel and this is Dean…Novak."
"Nice to meet you Castiel, Dean, and Sammy Novak." She smiled as Dean paid.
Ten minutes later Sam was diapered, clothed, and strapped into a car seat in the back seat of the Impala. Dean looked over at Cas. "What the Hell, Cas?" Dean said as he closed the back door.
"I just went with it."
"Cas, I'm not gay."
"Like I said, Dean. I just went with it. Can we get to Bobby's and research?" Like that Cas was gone.
"Fucking Angels." Dean grumbled as he got in the car and drive in silence.