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Sam Pov

I scan quickly through the articles, growing more and more frustrated. Suddenly, Dean stands up, pushing aside the shotgun he was loading, and grabs the keys. "I'm going to get some pie," he announces. This causes Cas to join him, but only if Dean gets him a hamburger. I'm vaguely aware of their departure, and welcome the silence, continuing to research what exactly we are after.

My phone breaks the silence, not long after they left. "Yeah?" I ask, still focused on my computer.

"What are we dealing with, Sam?" Dean asks abruptly.

I sigh in frustration. "I don't know. All the signs are pointing to witch, but it must be more powerful than either of us have ever seen."

"So we take it out like any other witch. Got it. There's an old warehouse just across the street from the diner. Everything started going off when we got near it- EMF too- so we're gonna check it out."

I immediately reach for my gun. "Dean at least wait for me to-" I start, but the line goes dead.

"Dean? Dean!" Panicked and fearing the worst, I rush out the door and sprint to the warehouse in ten minutes flat.

I pull out my gun and step cautiously into the dilapidated building to find Cas- as a toddler. His wings are now not only visible, but tangible too, and he's shaking an unconscious four year old Dean. He presses two fingers to Dean's forehead and begins to concentrate.

After about a minute, Dean starts to slowly sit up, looking otherwise unhurt. He chuckles a little when he sees me. "Man, this angle makes you seem ginormous," he tells me, then adds under his breath, "like a moose."

I can't contain my laughter anymore.

He looks at me quizzically, and narrows his eyes. "Is something funny?" He asks as seriously as he can.

"You- you're a- a toddler! You're four years old again!" I burst out between laughs.

He inspects himself, standing on wobbly legs and starting to freak out. Upon finding his chubby cheeks, he lets loose a string of cuss words. I turn away from this sight laughing to see Cas curled up in a ball on the floor, asleep. Gingerly, I pick him up and hold him on my hip. "I thought angels don't need sleep," I comment slyly.

He yawns and rubs his bleary eyes with his tiny fists. "The spell it- it made me like a mortal child. I still have my wings and- and some of my angel powers, but it drains me." He explains, interrupting himself with yawns. As I turn my attention to Dean, he snuggles into my side and falls into a deep, innocent sleep.

I find Dean trying to hold his gun, but I quickly snatch it away from him before he can shoot himself, stuffing it in the back of my jeans. He glares at me, and I grab his hand, and pull him out of the warehouse, without much resistance, still laughing a little under my breath.

I almost make it back to the Impala without a problem, but as soon as Dean sees the diner he starts pulling on my arm to get pie. I turn to him with a sigh. "Dean," I start. "Let's get back to the motel and figure this all out."

My words have the opposite effect than what I intended, and Dean collapses to the sidewalk, a storm of anger, tears and screams for pie.

I stand there open-mouthed, unsure of how to approach the situation. I'm the younger brother. Dean was always the one who had to deal with tantrums. Dad didn't even mess with the meltdowns.

A couple of people pass by, giving me sympathetic looks. I quickly wake Cas.

"Cas. What do I do?!" I ask him, a little panicked.

Cas rubs his eyes and glares a little. "He will have some common traits of a normal toddler, but he has no control over it. Just- calm him down." He informs me with a shrug.

As Cas goes back to sleep, I quietly talk to Dean. "Dean. Dean please. Let's just go back to the motel for now. Dean."

The meltdown does not stop though, despite my pleading. So, I am forced to put him under my other arm like one might carry a large bag. A very squirmy, very loud bag.

I load him and Cas into the back of the Impala and the crying ceases immediately. Instead, he just curls up with Cas and falls asleep.