Warnings and disclaimers: See chapter 1

Chapter 2 Ten

Dean woke up later that morning confused to his location. Motel room he got but which one? And what the hell was the heavy weight on him? He pulled back the covers to find an arm around him pining him to the bed and was even more confused. It didn't look like his dads arm and he hadn't sleep in the same bed as his dad for years. He used both his arms to push the arm off him and the owner moaned in his sleep at the disturbance. Dean slipped out of the bed fast almost overbalancing and falling down as his boxers fell down his legs to the floor. He pulled them up hurriedly glancing back to the bed to see a guy in his mid-twenty's waking slowly looking around and feeling the bed next to him where he had just been.

He took some hurried steps back sure he should be freaked out that he was in bed with a guy he didn't know and found a watch slipping off his wrist. He caught the watch out of instinct and laid it down on the floor just as a ring also fell down his fingers. He laid it down with the watch. Dean held his boxers up by the band having no idea why this was all he had on and why they were suddenly so big. Hadn't he put a least a T Shirt on before he went to bed? Dean's musings were interrupted by the guy on the bed looking over at him with puzzled eyes. Dean took another step back and he hit the wall.
"Who are you?"
"Dean." Dean's voice was very quiet in the silent room.
"Dean?" Dean nodded.
"What's going on?"

Sam eyes were huge and his voice small as he looked at the rail thin kid staring back at him. He looked exactly like the few pictures he had of Dean when he was small. Wide vivid green eyes, light freckles, plump lips and his hair stuck up in blond spikes. 'Good question' thought Dean but shrugged his shoulders. Sam spoke to him as he got up.
"Do you know who I am?"
Dean shook his head.
"I'm Sam. I'm your brother."
Dean looked surprised and tried to back up another step only to find he was still against the wall.
"How do you know I'm your brother?"
Sam was momentarily put off by Dean's high light voice.
"You're wearing an amulet I gave you for Christmas one year."
Dean looked down at his chest and sure enough it was there hanging down on his lower stomach.
"Do you know what happened?"

Sam came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. Dean shook his head. Somehow he trusted this guy but was a little wary that he also just had boxers on. His eyes looked right but it never hurt to be careful.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna find out what happened." Sam said softly.
Dean nodded his head indicating he would like to know too.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Dean thought hard and spoke in a barley there whisper.
"Going to bed with Sam so dad must have been there."
"Do you remember when or where?" Sam mind was whirring.
He wanted Dean back. His husband Dean. He took a deep breath to stay in control.
"No," even softer.
"Do you know how old you are?"
Dean thought for a moment. "Ten. I think."

Sam sighed and looked at the scared looking skinny boy. Sam came to the conclusion Dean must have been hit with one of the witches spells the previous night when they had been cleaning up. Damn. What was he going to do with a ten year old ? He had no idea what to do with a kid. That was Dean's department. Except Dean was the kid.
"Well I'd better give Bobby a ring so he can help me sort this out."
Sam went to his bag scratching the back of his head and pulled out a shirt and jeans and slipped them on. He picked up his phone and felt a pair of eyes boring into him. Dean was standing there one hand holding his pants up the other trying to cover his bare chest.

Sam crossed to Dean's bag and dug to the bottom pulling out an old AC/DC T shirt that Dean had worn as a teenager and never thrown out. It was the smallest thing Dean had. He grabbed a safety pin out of the first aid box and crossed to Dean slowly with his hands out trying to show he wasn't going to hurt him. Dean stood still somehow trusting Sam to be who he said he was and let Sam pin the boxers so they didn't fall down and pull the T shirt over his head. Sam told Dean to jump back in bed so he could stay warm and went out to phone Bobby.

When Sam came back in Dean was sitting against the bed head with a blanket around his shoulders playing with the amulet between his fingers. Sam saw what he was doing at once
"Don't do that." It came out a little harsh and Sam saw Dean flinch and his eyes look down.
"Sorry Dean it's okay."
Sam crossed to the bed and saw the ring and watch on the floor. He picked them up and sat on the bed facing his now younger brother.
"Sorry Dean I just don't want you to lose that- it's special to you. Well you when you're older anyway. Here let me fix it for you."

Sam kept his voice low and soothing so he didn't frighten the boy and slipped the amulet off Dean's neck undoing the knot and placing the ring on the string.
"You mind looking after this? It's pretty special too." Dean nodded and Sam shortened the string with a slip knot and slipped it back around his neck sitting almost where bigger Dean wore it.

Sam put a hand softly on Dean's thin shoulder. How this skinny boy would grow up to be the man Sam knew and loved he would never know. Dean was watching him warily even though he had allowed the contact.
"I'm sorry Dean I just haven't had to deal with kids before. Anyway last night or earlier this morning we, your older self and I, cleaned out a witches altar and some of the spells were still active when we were tossing them out and even though we were careful Bobby and I think one of them hit you and has made you younger."

Dean studied him closely as he took it all in.
"Then why can't I remember being older?"
"We have no idea. It must just be the way the spell worked. This witch was putting bad spells on people which are why we were after her."
Dean nodded but looked sad.
"We don't know how long it will last but I can do some research and see what we can find out and if all else fails Bobby should be able to help us."
Dean looked down and had tears in his eyes.
"It's okay kiddo we will get you out of this."

Dean nodded but still looked upset.
"Dean what's upsetting you?"
"Sir, I mean Sam…" Dean made a face and looked down embarrassed.
Sam put his hands lightly on Dean's shoulders being careful not to crush him.
"What is it?"
"Do we still …hunt?"
"Yeah of course you're the best hunter there is."

Sam thought Dean would be proud but instead tears fell from his pretty lashes it seemed Dean even had even as a kid.
"What's wrong Dean?"
"Dad said we would stop when we got the thing that killed mom."
"Yeah well we haven't done that yet."
"Are we sad?"
"No you and I are very happy together Dean."
"Sorry I didn't know." Dean wiped his eyes dry with his oversized T shirt. Sam pulled him forward and hugged him gently but Dean was stiff and awkward in his arms.

When Dean got himself together Sam got up from the bed.
"Well you must be hungry what about breakfast?"
Dean nodded.
"Um well I'll have to go get it cause you don't have any clothes. I tell you what, I'll get you some breakfast and while you're eating I will go get you some kid sized clothes sound okay?"

Dean nodded and Sam got up and grabbed his wallet and keys.
"What do you feel like?"
Dean chewed his bottom lip. "Two serves of pancakes please."
"Two? You real hungry Dean?"
"One's for you Sammy."
Oww. The way he said Sam's name was so cute.
"Thanks Dean." Sam bent down to Dean's level. "Why are you trusting me Dean?" Sam knew getting Dean to trust just anyone was a hard thing to do.
"You have Sam's eyes and you talk like him even if your voice is all different sounding." Dean's longest sentence so far knocked him for six; he could still see young six year old Sam in his older body.

TBC