Um wow, I guess I should continue! lol.
Dean eyed the supposed younger Sma wearily, The smiliarities between the way Sam used to look and the way this kid looked was undeniable. Shivers crawled up his spine. What the hell was going on? Soon they arrived at Bobby's. The kid frowned as he looked at the house.
"Dean, where are we?"
"At Bobby's," Dean answered with a sigh and the boy stuck out his lower lip.
"I don't like it here," he said. "I wanna go back. When is dad coming home?"
Dean tried to controll his temprer. Not only did the kid look like the way his brother once did, he also had the same uncanny way of annoying the hell out of Dean. A way that only a little brother could.
"Well tough," he growled. "We're going." After grabbing the boy's hand he knocked on Bobby's door.
At first Bobby opened the door he smiled, but than that smile faultered when he saw the kid.
"Dean?" He frowned. "Who's that? And Where's Sam?"
Dean sighed
"That's what I'm hoping you can tell me. Can we come in?"
Bobby nodded, opening the door.
"Thanks." Dean pulled the kid in the room. Bobby stared at him.
"What's your name, son?" He asked soft. The boy looked at Dean cautiously and Dean nodded to him.
"Sam," the boy mumbled and Bobby gave a double take to Dean.
"I'm just as confused about this as you are," Dean said, throwing his hands up. "I came back to the hotel and I found him instead of Sam."
"I AM Sam!" The boy yelled and Dean sighed.
"Look, Sam, just...just stay here, okay?" The boy pouted and sat at a nearby chair as Dean and Bobby hurried into another room.
"Bobby what the HELL is going on?!"
"Why are you asking me? Who is that boy anyway?"
"As far as I know he's exactly like Sam was when he was a kid." He stared at Bobby. "I was hoping you might be able to help me with this. Has anything like this ever happened before?"
"You mean had someone switched back to their younger self? No, that's never happened before. Not that I can remember."
"Great," Dean groaned. He shook his head. "And in the mean time the real Sam could be hurt or dead."
"Or maybe this kid is really Sam," Bobby suggested slowly. Dean frowned at that possibility.
"But who whas that type of power to..."His voice trailed off and Bobby finished the setence.
"To alter reality like this?"
Fists were tightened as Dean thought of the only answer to this question.
"The trickster," he growled, sitting back down.
"Of course," Bobby murmured in agreement. For a moment nobody said anything and than Dean sighed.
"Well that took a lot faster to figure out than I thought it would," He said.
Suddenly a loud crash was heard in the other room followed by a low
"Oops."
Dean sighed and Bobby's mouth twitched.
"Definantly Sam," Dean muttered. He sighed again. "Guess I should see what mess he made." When both came in the room a table was knocked over, books on the floor.
"I didn't do it!" The boy said quickly. Dean's own mouth flickered this time as he tried to remain stern.
"Were you going through his things?" He demanded sternly.
"I was bored," the boy protested. "And they're just books."
"It's all right," Bobby quickly inturrupted. "This place was a mess anyway."
The now kid Sam casted his eyes down on the ground in obvious shame.
"When's dad coming back?" He suddenly asked again and Dean groaned.
"Why do you keep on asking me that?" He snapped.
"Because you don't answer!" Sam shot back. Dean than frowned.
"Wait, how old are you right now?" It was the kid's turn to frown at the question.
"I'm 7, duh."
"Uh huh...and how old am I?"
Sam stared at him.
"You're 12, of course. Dean, why are you asking me these strange questions? What's going on?"
Dean ignored that last question as he and Bobby glanced at each other.
"You think I'm 12 years old?"
"Yeah." Sam shrugged. "Why wouldn't I? Dean, you're starting to scare me."
"Yeah, I'm starting to scare myself," Dean muttered. He glanced at Bobby. "Bobby, can I see you in private again?"
Bobby nodded, looking more dazed than ever.
"I didn't think it was possible to get anymore confused than I was before," Dean hissed when they went into the other room. "But why does he think I'm 12 years old?"
Bobby sighed, scratching his head.
"I guess the trickster made him see you as you looked like when you were a kid," he said, shrugging. "That's all I can think of, anyway."
"So Sam still thinks Dad's alive?"
"Probably," Bobby agreed and Dean groaned.
"Great, that's just great. What am I supposed to tell him, huh? That dad sold his soul for me?"
"You don't tell him a Goddamned thing!" Bobby cried in outrage. "He's just a kid right now, Dean. And he thinks like a kid. Tell him John's on a hunting trip."
"And what if he won't accept that as an answer? What if he keeps on pestering me about him?"
"Dean, what makes you think he'd do that?"
"Because he's SAM, Bobby. And I remember what he was like when he was a kid. He never let these kinds of things drop. He still doesn't."
Bobby opened his mouth when they heard glass breaking, followed by Sam yelling.
Both of them to the other room to find it empty.
Dean stared around him, panting heavily. Suddenly he picked up a nearby chair and flung it to the floor.
"Damn it!"
Sammy, his really little brother was now gone, and like always he was sure it was entirely his fault...
Please review! I hope the trickster stuff answered some of people's questions about Sam's attitude towards an adult Dean :)