A/N: Thanks so much for the support guys! I'm glad you all are liking this! :D I tell you, it's a total risk and a nerve-racking experience as you write for someone else. You never know if the person who prompted will like what you come up with.

Prompt by cathernatural.812: "young dean (aged 16 or something like that) somehow being zapped to present and seeing how sam has grown, and complaining about how he will be shorter than him. Present dean being in the situation is up to you :)"

Amazing prompt. :D This is not exactly a lot of Little Winchesters, but it was an intriguing prompt all the same. As it includes Little Dean, I thought, why not? ;)

Dean looked across at Sam next to him in the Impala. Sam was lightly snoring, asleep. Dean was glad that Sam was managing to get some sleep. They had enough on their heads the moment, what with the demons and angels on their asses and the trials looming ahead of them.

The trials. They were really starting to take a toll on his little brother. As Dean casually glanced back at Sam, he could clearly make out the dark circles under his brother's eyes and the pale look of his skin. After finding out that Sam had been coughing up blood, he all but exploded. But he knew that he needed to trust Sam in this particular journey.

He sighed, eyeing the road again, and nearly sent Sam through the windshield as he jammed his feet on the brake. Suddenly flung forwards, Sam managed to cling onto the dashboard, preventing him from flying out the car. He glanced annoyingly at Dean.

"What the hell was that for?"

Then Sam saw Dean staring ahead, his mouth agape with shock. Sam followed the line of sight and felt his own jaw drop. In front of them, just a few inches from the car was Dean. A 16 year old Dean. He had his hands held up, obviously in motioning the driver to stop the car. The 16 year old Dean was staring at the Impala and its occupants.

Dean and Sam got out of the car.

"Holy crap. What the hell just happened?" asked Dean.

"I don't know." Said Sam, running a hand through his hair. Nice way to wake up. He looked at teenager Dean. "How are you here?"

"Me? I have no idea. I think it was the witch we were hunting. Who are you? And how do you have my dad's car?" asked little Dean, suddenly holding out a gun to Sam and Dean.

"Whoa. Hold the phone kid. Put the gun down and we'll tell you. We need to get out of here first." Said Dean.

Little Dean looked at present Dean. He knew better than to trust strangers in this line of life. But something about them told him that they weren't strangers. He cautiously lowered his gun. Sam motioned the kid to get into the car. They all piled in and drove.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" asked the 16 year old.

"That's exactly what we'd like to know, Dean." Said Dean. Gosh, this feels so weird.

"How the hell do you know my name?" asked the kid, shocked.

"'Cause I'm Dean."

The innocent 16 year old just stared at the two tall guys in front of him. What in the name of Winchesters was going on here?

"What? But how is that- Oh crap. That sonuvabitch." Said little Dean angrily.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle. This was way too bizarre for him. Both the Dean's glared at him. He wasn't accustomed to having two Dean's stare at him and he faltered.

"Sorry. It's just too weird." Said Sam.

"It's weird for you Sam? Really? I'm talking to myself here. My younger self! How is that supposed to be funny?" asked Dean, giving Sam the dirtiest look he could muster.

Sam ignored Dean and turned to the backseat to look at...Dean.

"Okay. Can you tell us exactly what happened bro? We kind of need to figure out how to get you back." said Sam.

"Get me back? Did you just call me bro? Wait..." Dean stared for a couple of seconds at the two men in front of him, and then yelled causing both men to jump in shock.

"HOLY CRAP! You're me! And you're Sam! Holy...What the...I need to get back!" stammered little Dean frantically.

Luckily, Dean found the motel they had been driving to. He pulled up and ran towards the motel to book a room. As he came back towards the car, he saw Sam calming little Dean down. Smirking slightly, he led them all towards their room. Once settled, he turned on Dean...well...the other Dean.

"Okay, listen here. Whatever that witch did to you, you are in the future by your terms. I'm Dean. I'm you 18 years later. This is 2013. This is Sam 18 years later. Now calm down and think. What the hell happened?"

"I don't know exactly. I was with dad and Sam hunting a witch that was killing people she thought was guilty of murder. Dad managed to kill her but before dying, she kind of caught hold of me and said something along the lines of 'you will never see him again'. Then she started reciting a spell and the next thing I know, there is this pain in my chest and I end up on a random street, to see my older self." Said little Dean.

"This is a whole new level of weird for me." Said little Dean.

"Tell me about it." Muttered present Dean.

He remembered the hunt. But as long as he remembered, he was never transported 14 years ahead in time.

"So, you're sure the witch is dead?" asked Sam.

"Yeah."

Sam sighed "Dean..." said Sam.

"What?" said both together.

"Okay. I meant 34 year old Dean. We need to find a way to get him back. Witch lore has dozens of spells that can transport a person in time. I think there might just be a spell or ritual to get him back to his time." Sam pulled a piece of paper towards him. "We'll figure out the case later. We need to help him first. He could complicate stuff. Run to the nearest library you can find and bring books along these lines would you?" asked Sam, handing Dean the piece of paper with various book titles on it.

"Hey!" said little Dean indignantly. "I'm still here. And I don't complicate stuff. And since when did Sam start ordering you around?" asked Dean to his older self.

Dean starting laughing. "Sam didn't mean it like that. We can't risk anything happening to you. 'Cause if you die here, I don't exist. And I don't think you would want 12 year old Sammy to find out his brother died after being transported 18 years ahead of him. And for a fact, Sam in 18 years will learn to convince you to do stuff."

Still trying to process the first bit of the explanation, little Dean asked "Convince?"

"Yup. I'd advise you to practice resisting the puppy eyes of his." teased Dean. This was starting to get amusing.

Little Dean smirked. "Like you think that's going to be possible. You still can't resist it."

Now it was Sam's turn to tease Dean. "Awww...Big brother...is it so hard to resist...these?" asked Sam, pulling his puppy dog look.

Dean faltered. "Alright alright. Cut it out. Sam. You seriously going to trust me with finding and handling library books? I'd be better working on the laptop."

"Dude, the last time I let you touch it, it froze on porn."

"Library books Sammy. You really want me near them?" asked Dean.

Sam was torn. Dean could end up bringing the wrong books and he would have to go himself anyway. But the laptop...Dammit!

"Fine. But if I find anything wrong with the laptop once I come back..." he left the threat hanging. Pulling on his jacket and boots, he headed out the door.

Dean and Dean stared at one another. Finding it really awkward, present Dean got out the laptop and started connecting it to the hotel Wi-Fi.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" asked present Dean.

"Where's Dad?"

Dean felt something inside him break. How was he supposed to tell his younger self that their Dad is dead? He couldn't do that. He couldn't do it to a kid.

"Um...he's away...on a job."

"Oh..okay. And the thing that killed mom?"

Dammit. He forgot how many questions he used to ask.

"He's dead. It's dead. I kill him."

Little Dean kind of lifted at the fact that when the time came, he would be the one to gank their mom's killer.

"How the hell is Sam really that tall? Seriously? I'm going to be shorter than Sam?"

Dean chuckled. "Trust me. I ask myself that everyday. The man is a giant. Don't worry. The shortness helps sometimes." Winked Dean.

"Um...I don't mean to pry as I know I'll be living this myself in a couple of years...But, it looks like you guys have suffered a lot even after you find mom's killer. Is everything alright?"

Dean hesitated. Why do I ask so many questions?

"Um...it's complicated. It's even more complicated explaining it to my younger self. And from experience, I'll you this. Even if I do tell you what happens, there is no way you will be able to stop it. I was transported back in time where Mom and Dad had just met. I thought I was supposed to stop...something from happening. But in the end, it turned out the way it wanted anyway."

"But then-"

"Please man. It's hard enough already. You of all people should know. It's you. It's me. We both know what we are like. I can give you one advice though. Don't ever underestimate Sam. Don't ever stop trusting him. Always...always stay by his side. I'm not going to lie. The journey ahead is nasty. Even for us. But don't ever lose Sam."

Little Dean stared into the eyes he knew so well. His eyes. He could see the pain, the desperation, the hollow look in the eyes. He knew that his older self had made mistakes along the way. Even Sam may have made mistakes along the way. If there was one thing he would always do, it would be to look out for his baby brother.

"Hey. It's okay. Looking out for Sam is my job right?"

Dean laughed. "Yeah. It is."

"Can I ask one last thing?"

"Sure."

"Since when did you talk so much about yourself? Your feelings? I thought that's Sam. Not...Not me."

A laugh came from the door. Both Dean's turned their head to see Sam at the doorway carrying 4-5 books.

"That's my fault. I managed to soften the guy up." Said Sam, laying the books on the table.

Little Dean looked horrified at the thought, causing both the brothers to crack up.

They stood in the graveyard with little Dean, a portal swirling in front of them. Little Dean told them that the last place he remembered he was in was the graveyard. An hour long drive and a bit of spell reciting had got the portal open.

"So, I won't remember anything? Nothing at all?" asked little Dean.

"Sorry man. But no. I guess that's why Dean here too might not have remembered anything." Said Sam.

Little Dean took a deep breath and walked towards the portal. He gave a last glance towards the older Winchester brothers and stepped through the portal.

"Dean? Open your eyes son."

Dean's eyelids fluttered open. He was staring up at a ceiling. He was in a motel room.

"Oh thank god." Said John, hugging his son close.

Dean hugged his father back. "What happened dad?" He felt detached somehow. Like he had been somewhere for a long time.

"The witch...I thought she killed you. You're okay. It's okay." Said John.

"Dean! Don't you ever do that again alright. I know how to take care of myself." Came a voice from his right.

Sam was looking at Dean. His face was pale and panic stricken.

"Don't you ever try to put yourself in danger to save me. I can get out of it myself."

Somehow, the words by their own accord sprung to Dean's lips. He felt like he had heard them somewhere, but then again, maybe he was just concussed or something.

"Okay sorry for the scare. But Sammy, I was protecting you 'cause it's my job. I was just doing my job."

END.

Hope this was good! :D Sorry for any grammatical errors.

I liked the way this turned out. Hope you all like it too. Review please! :D I'm sorry for the one-prompt-a-day thing. It's kind of hard managing studies and fanfiction, especially with my exams coming up.