When I arrived at Sam's location he was insistent I throw him the clothes through the door and not come in until he was dressed. I did as he said, not wanting to see him naked anyhow, and waited outside by the car. Five minutes later Sam hollered for me to come in and I did.
"So Sammy, I see you... uh... found yourself in a predicament. And I'm going to guess you want an explanation."
"Yeah, that would be great Dean," he growled, leaning up against the busted check-out counter.
"Well apparently Gabriel thought it would be hysterical to turn you into an infant and leave us to fend for ourselves while he went on a little holiday. But come to find out he was you as a baby and I was actually helping him hide from some angel bounty hunters."
"So... where have I been this whole time?"
"That part I don't know; but Gabriel and Cas poofed out of Ellen's like a couple of Wicked Witches so I couldn't ask."
Sam crossed his arms and shook his head, "So how long was I gone?"
"Almost five weeks." I'd been caring for him for just under a month, but it had felt like a lot longer than that.
"And you've been taking care of me this whole time?"
"Well what else was I gonna do? You're my brother Sammy. Jo and Ellen helped, and Ash. Bobby and Cas were working the case for the most part, trying to reverse the deaging process and find Gabriel."
"And you didn't realize that I wasn't me?"
"Sammy, you were practically a baby. How was I supposed to know you were acting funny? Of course you were acting funny, you were like a year old!"
Sam shrugged, "Well then that answers the question of why Gabriel picked the plan of action that he did, it would have been pretty hard to realize it was him unless something really strange happened."
"I only found out because Cas noticed that you didn't lose your angel engravings when the clock turned back. He said something about how you should have been completely wiped clean of any bodily markings you had from three years old to the present."
"So then the only question now is, how the Hell did I wind up here? Naked and with a pair of kiddie pants and a diaper next to me?" Sam sighed and stared out the window. His expression one of anger and confusion. Suddenly his eyebrows scrunched together and I turned to look just as the lights in all the stores next-door blew out.
"In coming!" I yelled, at which point we both ducked. For some unknown reason certain angels have a bad tendency of breaking a ton of shit when they come fluttering down from the Heavens.
Within seconds a pair of shiny black shoes and scuffed brown boots popped into view, accompanied by some glossy men's dress shoes.
"Boys," rang a voice I hated to hear, "I think Gabriel has some explaining to do."