I apologize if this isn't as good as I thought. I literally dreamed this idea and woke up at three in the morning to write it while it was still fresh in my mind. I hope you enjoy!

Dean was reluctantly awoken up from a very comfortable, very deep sleep, and gave a groan in disappointment. He wanted so much to burying himself deeply under the covers and not have to be out in the surprisingly very cold summer until it was a warm out there as it was in the bed.

He could feel Sam's arms still circled around his waist and soon Sam scooted closer to the physical connection. Dean could hear Sam's movements and knew that he would soon be awake as well. Dean sighed sadly, not wanting to get out of the bed but knowing that they both had to get a start on the day. He felt Sam hook his chin over the crook of Dean's shoulder, bringing his hand up to cover over Dean's sprawled out fingers.

Dean looked down at Sam's hand and frowned slightly to himself. Okay, either he was really tired or Sam's hand somehow grew smaller overnight…

Wait…why was Dean's hand having the same problem?

Dean tiredly turned his head over to Sam the exact moment Sam groggily opened his eyes. And both brothers froze.

"Uh oh." They said in sync after a moment of dead silence.

Sam had opened his eyes to see his big brother Dean…looking like the ripe old age of ten years old. His shirt was hanging so loose on his torso it probably would be down to the top of his knees when he stood up later.

Dean stared open mouthed at his now six year old brother, looking at him with an expression that he suspected he was also giving to Sam.

"Curse?" Sam sighed.

"Curse." Dean agreed.

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It was near impossible to get clothes to fit. They had to fold the sleeves of their shirts and the legs of their jeans upwards over three times until their feet and hands could be seen and be able to function properly. They made their way to the kitchen to start research over their situation, even though it was difficult to function in their now really big kitchen that required the boys to need to stand on chairs to get anything out of cupboards. Coffee and beer was now out of the question (Dean was near tears when Sam told him) leaving it so that they needed to focus on what had happened.

"But how did this happen?" Sam asked exasperatedly as he rolled up his sleeves once again, his now six year old bottom lip now in a pouting form. Both boys sat at one of the many tables, resting on their knees to be able to see past the wooden tabletop. Sam had in his small hands a huge book on spells and magic from their library while Dean was searching for anything on "de-aging" curses on their laptop. Neither had found anything useful for their plight.

Dean shook his head as he shrugged one shoulder pointlessly, which then lead to his shirt's collar to slide down past his shoulder, revealing his pale and freckled skin. "There are so many possibilities" Dean grumbled "...A witch, a trickster, Crowley even if he's in a bad mood…"

Sam nodded in agreement. "This is going to be a long day." Sam young voice lamented, slamming his forehead down on the huge book. Dean reached over and started patted his now smaller little brother's skinny arm sympathetically, unsure what else to do.

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Dean urgently poured over every book he could find, and next to him Sam did the same. Yet nowhere could either boys find anything about a "de-aging" spell that would make sense since they had not been near any witches in the last month, and they haven't found any hex bags in the bunker. Trickster seemed more likely than some sort of spell, but they hadn't met a Trickster in years, not since Gabriel.

Ten year old Dean grumbled heatedly and turned his head to look over to his baby brother who did the same.

"This is just ridiculous." Sam nearly whined, looking over at Dean before crossing his skinny arms over his chest. Along with being younger, they also seemed to have developed their younger behaviors.

"Tell me about it."

"According to Bobby's old books, if it is a Trickster, only they can take the curse off."

"Awesome." Dean glowered at the useless book in his hands. "Just friggin' awesome." Sam bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from giggling at his little big brother's adorable looking scowl.

"Okay." Dean went back to resting on his knees to be able to feel somewhat taller while still sitting on the chair. They had done all they could think of. Calling Cas unfortunately had done nothing, he didn't have enough angel mojo to fix this. Cas was concern for them, and had asked if he could help, but they had said no, as much as they loved him, if he couldn't fix them. He sadly wouldn't be much help to them at this time, plus it wasn't something that they really wanted anyone to see them like this. "So, what we need to do is simply keep looking for a cure." Dean said thoughtfully.

"That's the only plan?"

"Compared to the no plan we have now, it seems like our best plan yet." Dean answered sadly. "What about you? Any ideas?"

"Just a question." Sam said, his tone utterly solemn. (Well, as solemn as a six year old could sound.)

Dean leaned closer across the table to hear his brother.

"Am I the only one who feels a pull towards the TV?" Sam asked, his tone seriously even as a small grin was placed on his lips.

Dean grinned evilly. "I'm so glad you said that."

Both shot up from the table and started shoving each other as they tried to beat the other from getting their first.

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"I think it's safe to assume that whatever this is it's affecting our behavior." Sam said monotonously as his eyes stayed glue to the mind-numbing cartoon they were currently watching.

"I would say you're right." Dean agreed tonelessly.

"We need to stop." Dean added.

"Yep." Sam agreed in the same tone of voice as his brother. They both continued to stare intently at the TV.

"Like right now."

"Yep."

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"How did we watch over four hours of a talking sponge?"

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"We should totally stay up past out bedtime!"

"Dean, we don't have a bed time."

"EVEN BETTER."

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"When did we get a box of brownie mix?"

"We have brownies?"

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"Well, that could have been handled better." Dean's voice was muffled by Sam's brown, floppy hair.

Both brother laid collapsed on their couch, the television still on. Night had arrived and yet neither brother had learned anything new about their little problem. Throughout the day their behavior had gotten more and more like how it was when they were younger, although both brothers didn't mind this matter nor did they really find the situation a problem. "That might be because of the sugar rush." Sam thought to himself since they had the brilliant idea to make any dessert they could find in their kitchen.

Sam shrugged against Dean, his eyes still closed. He was gripping his brother's waist, lying his head on his brother's now small chest. "Didn't feel like a waste." He muttered drowsily, moving closer to Dean's side.

Dean positioned his chin to rest on top of Sammy's head. "We'll look for a cure tomorrow." Dean mumbled sleepily.

"Tomorrow." Sam yawned in approval, absentmindedly rubbing circles on Dean's arm.

They feel sleep to the sounds of the other's breathing.

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"But why would someone, or something, curse us like that and just fix us the next day?" Sam asked, not bothering to hide his confusion.

Both brother had woken up the next day, still clinging the other but now close to falling off the small couch since they had somehow overnight grown back to their original sizes and ages.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe we were not worth it to them."

Sam nodded, but wasn't buying into it. "I'm gonna lose sleep over this one." Sam yawned, stretching his arms over his head as he walked towards their room.

"I hear ya." Dean approved, following suit. Sam looked over to his proper sized Dean and grinned. Swinging his arm round Dean's shoulder, he pulled him closer. "Come on to bed. We'll worry about it tomorrow."

Dean shared his smiled and leaned over to lay a kiss under Sam's hairline. "Sounds like a plan."

Away from the relaxed Winchester brothers, standing outside of the bunker and leaning against Baby was a familiar figure.

"I forgot how much fun they are." Sighed an entertained Gabriel. Without another word, he turned and left, thinking of other ways and another day when he would once again have the Winchesters amuse him.

Have a wonderful summer day! And hopefully it isn't as cold outside as it is here. Love you!