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Previously on Supernatural- "Wish granted" the man whispered before snapping his fingers and disappearing.
"Soup's on!" Bobby announced as he walked into their motel room. Setting the overflowing food bag on the rickety table, he eyed the seemingly empty room.
Following Bobby into the room, John swiftly scanned it. Taking note of the clothes strewn on the floor and the spilled water bottle beside the nearest bed, he snatched his pistol out of the back of his jeans and set his sights on the only part of the room that was hidden; the bathroom. He knew there was no way his boys would both fit in the tiny space unless…Worry for his sons momentarily overrode his hunter's instincts causing him to call out, "Dean? Sammy? Answer me!"
The two seasoned hunters watched with baited breathe as the wooden door to the bathroom slowly opened a crack. A moment later, the door swung open the rest of the way and two boys stepped out. Gasping, the men gazed from a young Dean who was aiming a shotgun at them to a tiny knife toting Sam.
Finally finding his voice, John barked out, "Dean, what the Hell happened?"
"No offense sir, but Sam and I need to make sure you're really you." The freckle faced boy said as he motioned towards the far bed.
Seeing the bottle of Holy water and silver knife laying on top of the spread, Bobby nodded. "You got it, kid." Giving John a nudge in the right direction, the salvage owner crept over to the bed. Keeping his hands in sight and his movements slow, he picked up the flask, uncapped it, and took a big swig. He then passed the flask to the younger hunter and grabbed the knife. After rolling one of his sleeves up, he quickly made a shallow cut and held up his arm for the boys to see, smiling as John did the same.
Sam dropped his weapon and ran over to the Winchester patriarch almost tripping a couple of times on the hem of his enormous shirt. "Dad!" he shouted, latching on to his father's leg.
John reached down and scooped the little boy up. Settling the youngster on his hip, he walked over to his eldest. "Either one of you care to explain how you ended up like this?" he asked.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "No idea, sir. We were just sitting on the bed going over the research when everything started getting fuzzy. We must have passed out 'cause the next thing we knew we woke up like this." The now eight year old explained, motioning to his now little body.
"Dean's wight, dad" Four year old Sam put in, wincing at the mispronunciation. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his father's arms, he started to squirm.
"Be still, Sam" John warned, tightening his hold on the wiggling youngster.
"Daaad, put me…" Sam broke off as the lights flashed before going off, plunging the room into darkness.
"What the heck?" Bobby growled, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder and drawing the little boy closer to him.
"Look!" Sam exclaimed, pointing to the illuminated mirror hanging on one wall.
The group stared at the foggy mirror as letters began to appear.
Winchester, you are in luck. I heard that little wish of yours. Now normally I wouldn't give you the time of day. In fact I'd probably have a little fun with it at your expense of course. But it's Christmas and at this time every year I am tasked with doing a good deed for someone. I guess it's supposed to make up for all my fun during the year or something. Anyway, yours was the first true wish so I had to grant it, sappy as it is. You have until midnight Christmas Day to enjoy your little boys again. Don't blow it! This is the only chance you'll ever get. Make the most of it. Oh, there's one outfit for each boy in the dresser. Any more clothes will be up to you. Gotta go reek some more havoc now! Enjoy!
Loki
P.S. Don't screw up!
"Awww crap!" John muttered, staring at the glowing words. Feeling eyes on him, he looked down to see twin glares being leveled at him.
"What did you do?" Sam squeaked, blinking as the lights suddenly came back on.
"We were just talking, reminiscing about the old days. That's all." John swore as he sat down on the end of the closest bed. "I wasn't…I didn't mean to make a wish."
"Well, take it back!" Sam hollered. "I don't wanna be a little kid again!"
"And yet you whine just like one." Dean commented, smirking at his little brother's attempted bitch face.
"Deeean, it's not funny!" Sam yelled, trying to fight off the sudden urge to cry. Feeling tears fill his eyes despite his attempts to stop them, he ran the back of his hand across his face.
Seeing Sammy getting upset, Bobby quickly stepped in. "Look, we're not going to get anywhere by arguing." He pointed out. "Let's sit down and calmly discuss this mess over lunch."
"Discuss it!" Sam hollered. "What is there to…"
"Sam" John warned, immediately silencing the youngster. "Bobby's right. We need to calm down if we're going to figure this out."
"But, but" Sam stammered, scrubbing at his eyes once more.
"It's okay Sammy" Dean comforted as he came to stand beside his dad and brother. "We'll figure out a way out of this. Promise."
Sniffing, Sam nodded. "Okay" he agreed. "But you bettew be wight."
Laughing at his little boy's speech, John stood. "Come on buddy" he said, tossing Sam in the air. "Let's eat!"
"Daaad" Sam groaned.
Dean giggled as he watched his dad throw his brother into the air again. The kid was in for it. Their dad and Bobby were sure to baby him…the eight year old yelped as he was picked up from behind and tossed over someone's shoulder. "Bob-by, put me down. I'm too old for you to carry." He whined.
"Get used to it Sport. I plan on enjoying every minute of this." Bobby replied. He walked over to the table and deposited Dean onto one of the chairs. Reaching into the white paper bag, he pulled out one of the cheeseburgers and fries and handed them to the little boy.
Dean tore into the burger wrapper and took a huge bite. "Fanks, Bobby" he said, spraying the table with bits of food.
"Dean, don't talk with food in your mouth." John scolded as he cut one of the chicken sandwiches into small pieces. Finishing his task, he carefully set the Styrofoam plate of chicken in front of a scowling Sam. "Samuel Winchester, lose the attitude and eat or you and I are going to the bathroom to have a little talk."
"B-bathroom?" Sam repeated, glaring up at his dad. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Sammy, I wouldn't test him on that if I was you." Dean suggested. "You're small enough to easily fit over his knee now."
"I don't cawe!" Sam shouted, standing up in his chair. "He can't just…" His rant abruptly cut off as he was upended over his father's lap.
John delivered four hard swats to his baby boy's behind before sitting him back on his chair.
"You, you spanked me!" Sam cried, rubbing his now sore bottom. To his horror, the tears he'd fought down earlier began flowing down his cheeks.
Surprised by his grown son's reaction, John reached over and picked the crying toddler up and hugged him tight. "Shhh Sammy, you're okay buddy. Daddy's got ya." he whispered as he slowly rocked back and forth.
Sighing, Sam melted into his father's embrace. He closed his eyes, soaking up the long forgotten comfort John was offering. It had been far too long since he'd felt so safe and secure.
John rocked and hummed until Sam went limp in his arms and his breathing evened out. Standing, the Winchester patriarch slowly shuffled over to the bed farthest from the door and gently laid the sleeping boy down. Snagging the blanket off the other bed, he tucked it around the youngster. "Sleep well, Sammy" he whispered, placing a kiss on his son's forehead.
"Sorry Dad. I should have known the little brat was tired. Sammy always gets whiny when he's tired." Dean quietly said once his father returned to the table.
"Dean, you can't blame yourself for your brother's actions. Sam knows how to behave." John pointed out.
"Yeah, but…"
"No buts, Dean-O. You are not responsible for Sam's misbehavior. Got it?" John repeated. "Or do I need to give you the same punishment I gave your brother?"
"No, no need for that dad" Dean hastily replied. "I got the message."
"Good" John said as he ruffled the eight year old's hair. "Now eat, we need to be packed and ready to go by the time your brother wakes up."
"Where are you figuring on going, John?" Bobby questioned.
"First, we need to stop somewhere and get the boys some more clothes. And then we'll head to your place. If anyone has the information we need to turn the boys back, it'll be you." John explained.
"You got that right. Bobby is like the king of supernatural lore." Dean commented, reaching for his coffee.
"Oh, no you don't boy." Bobby growled, snatching the cup before Dean could get it. "No coffee till you're old enough to shave again."
"Aww come on Bobby, I'm a growing boy. I need my caffeine." Dean argued.
"No coffee, Dean" John reiterated as he stood. "I'll go get you an orange juice out of the machine out front."
"Orange juice?" Dean grumbled. Seeing his father's eyebrow raise at his tone, he quickly ducked his head. "Actually orange juice sounds really good, sir."
John smiled down at his son. "Good decision, kiddo" he praised. He squeezed Dean's shoulder before going out the door to procure the requested drink.
Dean waited for his dad to leave and then dropped his head onto the table with a groan. "It's gonna be a long day." He muttered.