"You look like your grandmother just died, you could smile." Sam said adjusting his tie as they walked up the sidewalk to the first victim's house.

"Yeah well it's seven in the frickin' morning, excuse me for not being particularally perky!" Dean grumbled. Sam just sighed and rang the doorbell. Dean looked around the porch obseverving the perfectly placed decor. Great... one of those people...

The door opened to a teenage girl with a two year old on her hip.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"I'm Agent Cooper from the FBI," Sam said flashing his badge," this is my partner Agent Greene, we'd like to ask a few questions about the incident involving Mr. Gregory Lucas?" Sam smiled. The teen flashed her green eyes back and forth at the men before turning her back.

"HEY MRS. LUCAS!" She yelled gruffily. Dean raised his eyebrows amused at the tone. "Come in." She sighed. Dean and Sam stepped into a living room covered in plastic. Literally. The couch was plastic covered, chair was covered, the carpet had a plastic runner. Dean was happily proven correct. One of those people.

A woman emerged from a dining room carrying another toddler on her hip.

"Hello." She said smiling.

"Hello, I'm Agent Cooper and this is my partner Agent Greene from the FBI. I was wondering if we could ask you a few questions about the incident involving Mr. Lucas." Sam said.

"Of course, please sit." She smiled. Sam took a seat on the couch, the plastic making an unflattering noise. Dean snorted softly which earned him another glare from Sam.

"So what would you like to know?" The woman asked.

"First off, is Mr. Lucas your husband?" Sam asked.

"Yes."

"And is that... is that him?" Sam asked nodding at the toddler.

"Nah cupcake! I'm just some kid she picked up off the street! Christ sakes it's me." The kid said loudily with a deep rather grown like voice. Dean suppressed the urge to laugh.

"Oh, right, well I just..."

"Where does the government get these people?" Mr. Lucas grumbled.

"Mr. Lucas do you remember what happened?" Sam asked.

"I was walking the dog and poof! I'm a fucking baby. I'm too old for this shit. I mean I did some trippy stuff in college, but this...? This is trippy." Mr. Lucas said crossing his small arms.

"You don't remember seeing anyone else?"

"No?"

"Nothing strange happen earlier in the week? Someone following you, strange smells, anything?"

"Dude, I told you I was just walking my dog like normal and the next thing I know my dog's the size of a bear and I'm two inches tall." The man said brushing back blonde curls from his young face.

"How long have you been like this?" Sam asked.

"Three weeks, it's about time you assholes show up!" Mr. Lucas growled.

"It's been a hectic few weeks, I'm sure you can only imagine. We have a two year old ourselves and it's just been rough." Mrs. Lucas said.

"Do you know the others that were also effected?" Dean asked becoming interested in the case after seeing one of the men up close.

"No, never met any of them in my life." Mr. Lucas replied shaking his head yawning.

"It looks like it's nap time, gentleman." Mrs. Lucas smiled.

"Of course, thank you for your time." Sam said and they left.

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean said once in the car.

"Yeah tell me about it."

"Who plastic wraps their furniture anymore?" Dean finished. Sam looked over at him.

"Really? That... Really? You just met a twenty-six year old toddler and you're going with the plastic covered furniture?" Sam asked.

"Well... I expected that."

"You are unbelievable."

"Aw... thanks Sammy. You are too."