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Previously on Supernatural-"Castiel?" Sam gasped.
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"Yes Sam" the little girl said in a high pitched voice.
"What are you doing here, Castiel? Are you here to change me back?" Sam excitedly asked. "That's it, isn't it? We've done what you asked and…"
"Sam" Castiel interrupted.
"You've decided that it's time to change me back into a grown up!" Sam went on grinning like the cat that had eaten the canary.
"Sam" Castiel called once again.
"Can you wait until we get out of these pipes, though? I really don't want to have to explain what I was doing in here after they cut me out of these things." Sam continued.
"Samuel!" Castiel shouted holding up a hand. "I am not here to change you back. I am here to talk with you."
"Talk? That's it?" Sam angrily inquired. "You had to hijack a little girl to talk to me?"
"I did not hijack this child. I am merely borrowing her form for a short time." Castiel explained.
"Why her? Why not take another adult?" Sam asked.
"And just what adult would Dean have let get close to you?" Castiel replied.
"You've got a point." Sam sheepishly admitted. "But that still doesn't explain why you're here."
"I have come to discuss your recent behavior. What you are doing is not helping your relationship with your brother. This is not what your friend Mr. Singer had in mind." Castiel pointed out.
"Yeah, well neither is this." Sam fired back motioning to his toddler body.
"Yes, I know. I now understand what Mr. Singer was suggesting." Castiel informed the youngest Winchester.
"You under…? Have you, have you talked with Bobby again?" Sammy stammered.
"Not directly, no." Castiel hedged. "Nevertheless, I have been informed of my error in judgment. I now know what is needed." With those words Castiel quickly raised his hand and touched Sam's forehead.
A light shock raced through Sam's head causing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Rubbing his forehead the little boy glared at the girl in front of him. "What did you do?" he asked.
"What was needed. Goodbye Sam Winchester." Castiel said before turning around and disappearing down the slide.
"Castiel! You get back here right now!" Sam shouted running over to the slide. Dropping down he launched himself down the slide head first. Shooting out the end he landed on the floor on his stomach. Jumping up Sam carefully scanned the entire play station and the rest of the restaurant. "Damn, he's fast!" Sammy thought when he saw no trace of the wayward angel. Hearing someone shout his name he spun around to see Dean waving at him from their table. Deciding the hunt for Castiel would have to wait Sam pasted on his little kid grin and skipped over to the table.
Dean picked Sammy up and set him on the bench seat and then slid in beside his little brother. He scooped a small piece of pizza on a plate and set it in front of Sam before loading his own plate. "Dig in, Sammy. The show starts in an hour." Dean instructed taking an enormous bite out of his slice.
Remembering his plan Sam frowned and absentmindedly picked at his pizza making sure he only took a couple of tiny bites. He wrapped one arm around his stomach and waited for his big brother to notice.
"What's wrong, kiddo? You've barely touched your pizza." Dean asked as he stared at his little brother in concern.
"Showtime!" Sam thought as he peered up at Dean. "My tummy hurts!" he whined leaning into his brother's side. "I gotta go potty."
Dean stood and picked up his brother placing him on the floor. Taking the little boy by the hand he said, "C'mon Sam" as he hurried to the bathrooms at the back of the restaurant. Pushing the door opened he walked up to the first stall and started inside only to be stopped by a tug on his arm.
"Dean no help. Me a big boy." Sammy declared.
"Okay kiddo, okay" Dean agreed stepping to the side. "But don't lock the door. I'll be right here if you need me." He closed the stall door and held it making sure that his feet were in Sammy's sight to reassure his brother that he was close by.
Sam sat on the toilet seat and pulled the small bottle out of his pocket. Grimacing at the thought of downing the liquid he silently went over his options once more. "Hmm, Barney, puking, Barney, puking" he thought hating both choices. Finally concluding that being sick was the lesser of two evils Sam swiftly opened the bottle and gulped the foul liquid down before he could change his mind. Sticking the empty bottle back in his pocket he rubbed his now flip flopping stomach. Standing back up Sam turned to the toilet just as the bile rushed up his throat.
"Sammy, you okay in there?" Dean questioned after a couple of minutes. The sudden sound of his little brother retching had Dean throwing the door open and rushing into the stall. "Shit!" Dean cursed wrapping an arm around Sam's waist and placing the other on his forehead. "It's okay, you're alright. Just get it all out, kiddo." Dean soothed as his brother continued to heave up his guts. When it was finally over minutes later, Dean scooped up his crying little brother and carried him over to the sink. Wetting a paper towel he gently washed off Sammy's face. He then leaned over the sink instructing the little boy to get a small sip of water from the faucet, swish it around in his mouth, and then spit it out.
Sam obediently did as Dean told him wanting to be rid of the horrible taste. Pizza was definitely not good the second time around. Exhausted from the ordeal he leaned back against his big brother. "I don't feel good, Dean. I wanna go home!" he cried clutching at his still rolling stomach.
"Yeah, me too" Dean agreed. Hugging Sam to him Dean swiftly made his way out of the bathroom and across the restaurant to the front door not even bothering to stop at their table. Hurrying over to the impala he carefully strapped Sammy into his car seat and climbed inside. Revving the engine he tore out of the parking lot and headed for Bobby's place.
Back at Bobby's house
Hearing the rumble of the impala Bobby looked at the clock and frowned. It was way too earlier for the boys to be getting back which could only mean one thing; something was wrong. Climbing out of his chair he raced over and threw open the front door. Walking out on the porch Bobby watched Dean push the driver's door open and then reach down to get something off the seat next to him.
Dean leaned down. "Come on Sammy. We're home, kiddo." He softly said as he picked the little boy up off the seat beside him. He carefully got out of the car and kicked the door closed before quickly walking up the stairs.
"What's wrong, Dean?" Bobby called as he hurried to the brothers' side. "Something happen to Sammy?"
"He's sick." Dean simply replied as he walked past Bobby and into the house. "Can you watch him for a minute? I need to get the thermometer."
"Sure Dean" Bobby said as he walked over and sat beside Sam on the couch.
"Crap!" Sam thought at the mention of the thermometer. He shivered as he recalled the baby thermometer that had been in the supply box. "I forgot about that thing! What am I gonna do now?" Racking his brain for a way out of this latest mess Sam saw Dean coming back in the room. Seeing the ear thermometer in his brother's hands he breathed a sigh of relief.
Dean walked over and squatted down in front of his brother. "Here we go kiddo" he said as he carefully inserted the thermometer into Sam's ear. He ran his free hand through his little brother's hair while he waited for the thermometer to register. Hearing the beep seconds later Dean removed the instrument and checked the reading.
"100.3 degrees" Bobby read over Dean's shoulder. "That's not too bad."
"No, but it's not good either." Dean pointed out setting the thermometer on the coffee table. Glancing down and seeing a wide eyed Sammy covering his mouth Dean jumped up. He grabbed the trash can at the end of the couch and thrust it under his brother's mouth just in time. Dean rubbed his little brother's back and whispered assurances as the littlest Winchester threw up once again. After the latest round finished, Dean handed the trash can off to Bobby and sat down beside Sam. Gently scooping up his tiny brother and settling him on his lap Dean leaned back and made himself comfortable. It was going to be a long night.