Supernatural
Dean just looked at the words wide eyed until Sam broke him from his thoughts. "Find something?" Sam asks looking down at his brother. "Yeah... But that something ain't good. We have to find the frigging witch and get her to turn me back... It looks like the only way, too." Dean says tossing the book aside.
"Wow. Thats gonna be a little problem." Sam says suprised at this new information. "Didn't the witch explode?" he asks recalling hearing something. "No, I think she just poofed somewhere." Dean says standing up, looking down to find he left a dust and dirt pile where he was sitting.
"We should probally get you some new clothes." Sam says looking down at his big... His little brother. Man it was wierd, he usally looked down at him, by a couple inches, but now his brother was 3 feet tall.
"And some diner while we're at it. Its almost 7." Dean adds on, and starts to tottle out the door. "Yeah, clothes first. Every time you step, a dirt cloud leaves you." Sam says following the now younger Winchester. Dean attempts to open the impala door, only to find once again he's too short. He attempts to open the door a few times before Sam had to catch him from falling. "I got the door open." Dean says as Sam set him in the impala.
"And you almost cracked your head open. Just ask for help next time." Sam sighs buckling his brother in before getting in himself. "No, it was a slip. Not my fault." Dean huffs as Sam starts the impala ad starts driving. "Mmmhm." Sam muses. "Just admit you need help before you hurt yourself."
Dean huffs in the backseat. "I don't need help all the frigging time. I'm 38!" Dean protests. "You may be 38, but right now you are 4. So you can only do things a 4 year old can." Sam says to his brother.
Dean crosses his arms and looks out the window. Sam won this argument, mostly because he was right. He could still hold a knife, at least. Well, he thought. Then again, he couldn't buckle by himself. For the next thirty minutes, he debated if he could use a blade or not. The impala stopping broke his debate.
"Ready?" Sam asks helping his brother, attempting to hold him again. "Yes, but put me down, Sammy." Dean says to his brother, which put him down. He tottles next to Sam, suprised at how many cars there were, but he didn't see anybody in sight. He shruggs off the feeling something bad was going to happen, it was Walmart for chucks sake! But it only got creepier when the only person inside the store was an old lady. As they walked further into the store, there was another old lady.
"Something off to you?" Sam asks as they made their was to the kid section. "Very. Theres another frigging old lady!" Dean says as they spot another one by the kids section. "Yeah... Pick out the clothes, I'm going to get a car seat." Sam says and walks to the aisle, only a few aisles away.
Dean wanted to stick with Sam, but he says nothing and goes into the section. He picks out the least childish clothes, an avengers shirt, a red shirt, a green shirt, a red flannel, a black flannel and so on. He picks out some shorts and starts to head out to find Sam. On the way out of the section, he runs into an old lady. "Oh, my, I am sorry young man." The old lady says helping Dean up. "How about you come with me?" She asks flicking her eyes black and holds Dean up by the collar.
"Sam! They're de-" Dean starts but the demon clasps a hand over his mouth and hides in an aisle. "Now, now, we don't want to be spoiling our fun, do we?" the demon whispers as foot steps were heard.
"Dean? Where are you?" Sam asks looking in the kids section. He thought he heard Dean shouting. Dean bites the demons hand, in reaction the demon took her hand away for a moment. "Sam! Sam over here!" Dean yells, then yelps out in pain when the demon threw him against a wall. The demon waits until Sam was close enough to flick her eyes back. "Young man, are you alright?" She asks heading over to the rolling child that was clutching his head in pain.
"Dean?" Sam asks looking over the old lady, then pushing past her. "Dean, are you okay?" He asks kneeling down next to his brother, reaching out to him. "No, I'm not... The old lady is a demon, Sammy." Dean says sitting up, rubbing his head. "You were supposed to be unconscious, boy!" The demon hisses out kicking Sam down then kicks the other Winchester.
Sam side kicks the demon to the ground, taking out his demon killing knife. "And you were supposed to be dead." He says driving the knife into the demons gut. He yanks it out before going over to his brother. "Dean, did she get you bad?" Sam asks his brother that was still on the ground. "No, just my head." Dean says slowly standing.
"Are you sure?" Sam asks, wondering if the other old lady's were demons too. "Yeah. Lets checkout and get outa here." Dean says tottling over to the pile of clothes he dropped when he ran into the old lady demon. "And lets stay clear of old lady's. I knew they were bad news. Who else likes hard candies?" Dean says.
Sam smiled and set the clothes in the basket along with the car seat. They walked to the checkout and out of Walmart without any demon problems. It was in the parking lot they had problems. One old lady threw Sam against a car and another tossed Dean around by his leg. Sam took his knife out, slashing the demon that was throwing Dean around then the demon that was already on the ground. "Whats with demons and old ladies?" Dean asks getting to his feet.
"I don't know. You okay?" Sam asks checking over Dean. "Yeah. It just knocked the wind outa me. I'm starving." Dean says tottling over to the impala. Sam opens the door for his brother before Dean attempts to open it again. He sets the car seat in, then lifts his brother into it. "I had it." Dean huffs as Sam buckles him in.
Not taking any chances with you. Wendys?" Sam asks getting in and starting the impala. "Yeah, Wendys." Dean agrees as Sam started to drive. His back and head hurt like hell, he didn't guess the old ladies were demons. He should've went with his hunter instincts and gone along with Sam.
Sam ordered a double bacon cheeseburger for Dean and a salad for himself. He went through drive through, he didn't feel like talking face to face with anyone. "Thanks." He says as he got their food and handed back the burger to Dean. "Thanks, Sam." Dean says as he dug into his burger, glad to have food, it was good. It was almost 9, and he was tired, soon he fell asleep after finishing his burger. He hoped this as a giant nightmere, but it was defantly real. He wished it wasn't. He drifted to sleep with the sound of the impala's engine running.
Dean woke up in his bed, still small. He cursed as he sat up, knowing Sam carried him in. He slid down his bed, almost landing on his bottom, but the important thing was he didn't. He starts to tottle to the kitchen, but stops in the hallway. Did he smell bacon?