Dean sat in the backseat while Sam drove back to the hotel.

"What the fuck Sam?" Dean yelled.

"I don't know!" Sam yelled back.

"God damn mother fuckin shit!" Dean screamed.

"Dean seriously? The language? Stop, we'll figure it out!"

"Bullshit! You just told me you didn't know what the hell this was and now you're all confident?" Dean yelled.

"Just let me think!" Sam yelled turning into the hotel parking lot. Sam got out of the car leaving Dean behind accidentally.

"Yo! Da fuck Sam!" Dean yelled trying to use his new little hands to undo the seat belt. Finally Sam came back realizing Dean couldn't walk.

"Swear to god, one word of this and I will break your neck in your sleep." Dean threatened before he let Sam lift him into his arms.

Dean's heart pounded as he stared down at the ground. For some reason it seemed a lot longer drop than what he was used to.

"Course, my brother had to be a friggin tree..." Dean mumbled.

"I will drop kick you." Sam cursed back.

"Bite me." Dean replied.

Sam was furiously typing away when Cas showed up. Dean groaned internally.

"Dean, I warned you." Castiel said.

"No, you said maybe, I didn't think you meant like this."

"Wait, you warned him?" Sam asked laughing.

"I warned his childlike behavior put him at risk of becoming a potential victim." Cas replied. Sam sat back in his chair and clapped his hands once laughing, "That's why you asked."

"Shut up!" Dean yelled.

"What we should do now is focus on finding the person responsible." Castiel said.

"Oh really?" Dean asked reaching for a beer on the table.

"Oh no! Not for you!" Dam sang out laughing.

"Dude, come on."

"Sam is correct Dean, until we know more, certain behaviors are risks. Alcohol is dangerous to a child's development." Castiel informed.

"But I'm not a child, so give me the damn beer."

"If your body is a form of your former self in time, any actions you take now may alter the condition of your future vessel. It's best if we are safe." Cas said.

"So you're saying if I chop my arm off now as baby Dean, real Dean would be effected?" Dean asked.

"Well yes strictly speaking. If you had an amputation as a child then, as an adult you would be amputated and that law could apply here. However Dean if you are feeling the need to amputate your arm that could be a problem of a much deeper kind." Castiel said.

"Seriously Cas, just one drink." Dean said.

"No Dean." Sam sighed. Dean folded his arms. Once a strong muscular man, Dean now stood three feet tall. He was still tanned by the sun and freckles ran all down his arms and across his small nose. He had short curly, sandy brown hair that stuck out in all directions, and was only carrying a mouth of few teeth.

Cas sat on the bed next to the sad Dean and watched him. Dean reached out and played with his chubby toes out of boredom.

"This sucks." Dean said pouting.

"Indeed it does...suck." Cas said looking around the room.

"What am I supposed to wear? I mean I can't run around naked." Dean snapped. Sam had put the white dress shirt back on Dean and it hung on his toddler body like very loose skin.

"I don't know Dean! We'll go to the store!" Sam sighed rubbing his face.

"This is stupid." Dean said rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

"So now you're going to throw a hissy fit?" Sam asked.

"You know what? Shut up!" Dean screamed at him. Sam looked at the small Dean, shocked by the tone. Dean had never really snapped at him like that...