The first thing Sam noticed when he woke up is the lack of a warm body next to him. There was no comforting leg thrown across his stomach, no scruffy face pressed against his chest and more importantly, the reassuring, woody scent that was Dean was missing. The bed springs squeaked as Sam rose from the cheap mattress, rubbing his weary eyes, and padded across the room to the bathroom. It was empty. The whole room seemed suddenly drafty and dark.

Panic faintly stirring in his chest, Sam called out a pathetic, "Dean? Dude, this isn't funny."

No answer. It was then that he noticed a small lump in the corner of the motel room, completely covered in Dean's favorite flannel. Grabbing the nearest gun from the nightstand, he quietly approached the quivering lump and prodded it with the tip of pistol. To his shock, large moss-colored eyes peeked at him from under the flannel and shone with unshed tears. No. No. It couldn't be. Sam watched in disbelief as a miniature-sized version of Dean rose from the shirt and let out a large wail.

"Oh shit."

Baby Dean looked at him with those impossibly large eyes, thumb stuck firmly in his mouth, as Sam spoke to Bobby on his cell. The initial freaking out had passed and now Sam's practical mind had taken over.

"Looks to me like you've got a witch's spell on your hands." Bobby said pensively and Sam heard the ruffling of pages on the other line. "Dean piss off any witches lately?"

Sudden recollection dawned on him.

"There was this girl at the bar yesterday. Dean might've been a little... harsh on her."

Harsh was putting it gently. The girl had tried repeatedly to get Dean's attention, sending over drinks and brushing by them every five minutes. Dean had ignored her and instead focused on playing pool, knocking back drinks and just Sam. Two years ago, Dean would have responded at once at the girl's attention, pasting the signature 'Winchester' smile on his face. She was just his type as well, with long dark hair, big tits and a strut in her walk. But two years ago, Dean wasn't Sam's. It was an unspoken rule between them. They were each other's and no else belonged in their equation. So instead of letting the girl down gently, as Sam would have probably done, after yet another brush of his hair, Dean took the matter into his own reckless hands. Making sure the girl had a clear view of them, he grabbed Sam by the back of the neck and kissed him hard, tongue and all. Before they left, Dean made sure to pass the stricken girl's table, wink and say, "Thanks for the drinks, sweetheart."

"There's your most likely candidate." Bobby answered. "If you can't find the bitch, you boys come around here and I'll see if I don't have a ritual to reverse this problem."

"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said, relief evident in his voice and both men hung up. He looked at Baby Dean with growing trepidation. He couldn't have been more than one, with those round cheeks and huge eyes. Dean's hair hung in thin whisps across his forehead and his lashes were wet from his previous tears. The flannel hung low around his tiny hips and his bare feet wiggled and squirmed as Baby Dean shivered slightly. Well, damn. Dean was probably the cutest baby he'd ever seen.

"Alright, let's get you dressed." Sam muttered, glancing around the room. What could he find in the room of two grown men that would fit a one-year old baby? After much comtemplation, Sam finally decided on simply wrapping Dean in one of his smaller T-shirts. Baby Dean continued to look at him with those large, solemn eyes as Sam hoisted him in his arms. Making a weird sort of toga, he grabbed the car keys and his wallet and made his way out of the door.

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Settling Baby Dean down in the baby seat of the cart, Sam strolled through Wal-mart, only feeling a tiny bit ridiculous. He didn't know how long Dean would be in this state and he figured he might as well be prepared for the next couple of days. Walmart seemed like the only place to go. After a bit of searching, he managed to find the baby aisle and was now surrounded by Gerber jars, Huggies diapers and Baby Johnson bottles. Sam felt helpless. He had no idea what to choose.

"Aw, what a cute baby!" A teenage girl exclaimed, coming over to them. She looked to be about sixteen, with light red hair and blue eyes. "Is he yours?"

"He's my brother." Sam replied awkwardly, but Baby Dean seemed to thrive under the attention. He gurgled at the girl and made motions with his hands. She squealed in delight and proceeded to tickle Dean, causing delighted giggles. It seemed that no matter what age, Dean craved the attention of girls. A sudden idea dawning on him, Sam put on his best helpless face.

"Do you mind helping buy some stuff for my brother?" Sam asked her. "I'm clueless with things like this." His face has the affect he wants. The girl, Sarah, had a sympathic expression and nodded immediately. And faster than Sam would have though possible, Sarah whisked the cart away from his hands and began dumping many things in, things she insisted Dean needed. Pacifiers, baby shampoo, formulas, bottles, diapers and onesies were all thrown in as Sam watched with dazed amusement. Upon learning about the car, she urged Sam to buy the best carseat available. After twenty minutes, when Sarah seemed in no way relenting, Sam stepped in.

"I think that's enough." He said with gentle firmness.

Sarah giggled breathlessly. "Sorry, I just got so carried away! I love babies so much."

Sam gave her a small smile. "Thanks for your help, Sarah."

With a final farewell wave and pinch on the cheek for babbling Dean, Sam steered their cart, which was much heavier, in the direction of the cashier. As he waited for her to swipe all of the objects, Sam picked up Dean, who seemed dissappointed with Sarah's departure, in his arms and tickled the baby's chin.

"That'll be $432.76." The cashier said in a bored tone, cracking her gum.

He stared at the green digits in shock and with resignation, pulled out one of his many fake cards. Well, Hubert Espinoza was certainly going to have to starve for a few days.

Back at the motel room, Sam was having trouble getting Dean to hold still long enough to put on his clothes. He had settled on a dark blue onesie with a tiny pair of cargos and some little booties. Dean, however, had other plans in mind and was continously throwing the toy Sam had given him at his brother's face.

"Even as a baby, you just have to give me a hard time, right?" Sam said dryly, ducking when Dean aimed the little toy at his head.

"Guh!" Dean answered him loudly and managed to hit Sam straight in the nose.

Eyes watering, he pried the toy from Dean's tiny fingers and set it aside. Almost at once, Dean began to wail. The noise was unbearably loud and screechy, even worse when Dean tried to sing, unsuccessfully, to one of his tapes.

"Here, here, take it!" Sam said hurriedly and all but shoved the toy at the baby. The crying ceased. Sam picked up Baby Dean and stared at him ruefully.

"Got me wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

Baby Dean giggled.

A/N: EEP. My first SPN fic! And my first de-age fic, which I'm excited about. I've been a fan of SPN and the fandom for a couple of years now, but this is the first time I managed to convince myself to post something. In case, you missed the hints, this will be WINCEST. WINCEST. Some underage Wincest too. Also, some schmoop. I love the schmoop. I'm not sure if I managed to get the characterization down properly or if this is incredibly suckish, but I'd really like to hear your opinion! So leave a review. Please?