For Mature Audiences Only (or rather – I can't believe I forgot to put this in)
"Hey Sam, check it out, Cas has a soul patch."
"Dean, seriously, stop googling – it's all bad just, leave it alone." Sam is really regretting his lack of resistance to Dean's sudden interest in the actors who play them.
"Come on Sam, just look...woah." Dean's eyes go wide and he hits pause with a lightning quickness heretofore reserved only for porno's.
"What?"
"Mmmm?" Dean's face is carefully blank. "Oh, nothing, thought I saw Heidi Klum." He waits for about thirty seconds, then out of the corner of his eye Sam sees him slip the headphones into the audio jack.
It says a lot that as soon as Dean doesn't want him to see something, he becomes very interested.
Yawning extravagantly he tips his head and gets a look at the screen, only to tip over with a yell.
"What the hell are you watching?" He scrambles up from the floor, catching the beet red flush on Dean's face. "Is that...is that even physically possible."
"Nope." Dean says without thinking. "Not that..." He catches Sam's glare. "Dude I've never tried it."
"Why are you even watching that?" Sam still can't quite make his eyes leave the figure on the screen.
"It's...Cas, man." He chuckles to himself. "When are we going to see something like that again?"
"Hopefully, never." Sam moves away from the laptop.
"Not unless he takes up yoga." Dean replays the clip, then snaps his fingers. "Which, would probably help with all the stress from that whole heaven thing." He looks down at the screen. "It would definitely help him to relax."
When You Were Young...
Dean watches the young woman work her five year old son into a jacket. He thought being a hunter was hard, but hunting and being a single Mom? He's kind of glad he was old enough to help with Sam when their Mom died – Dad wouldn't have stood a chance.
It's a thought born from the presence of a young boy, and the fact that they're in Lawrence again, only back in time thanks to a curse he really wishes he'd had the sense to avoid. He's mired in the early 80's with only a semi-retired hunter (huntress?) and a poltergeist to keep him busy until Sam and Cas work out a way to get him back.
"You have someone you can leave him with? Until we take this thing out, might be wise to keep him out of it."
Catherine nods. "I sit for a friend sometimes, she can take him." She looks down at the dark haired boy. "That ok sweetie? You like Mary don't you?" He nods. "You don't mind playing with Dean?" he shakes his head.
"Mary...Winchester?" Dean asks, with a rising sense of dread and déjà vu.
"Yeah...I knew her back when she was hunting...you know her?"
"Just by reputation." He's glad he hadn't told this woman his full name.
As he drives them to his onetime family home he shakes off the feeling of anxiety. It's a coincidence, and once you've seen as much as he has, you can't put much stock in them. Catherine shoos the young boy out of the car when they get there, taking him up the path to the front door. Dean sees his younger self come running out of the back yard. He grabs the boys arm and pulls him back with him, running out of sight. The boy goes willingly, not perturbed by Dean's boisterous hold on him.
He doesn't remember playing with the kid, but maybe he just forgot, or maybe it didn't happen the first time round.
His head hurts.
Mary pauses in her talk with Catherine to yell after them.
"Dean, don't play rough! You're bigger than him!"
Catherine calls after her son.
"Jimmy, remember what happened last time, do NOT make me take you to the ER again!"
Dean blinks, remembering the kid's unruly dark hair and bright blue eyes.
His life is so many layers of weird.