"What do you mean, he doesn't remember her?" Dean hissed once he had left the kitchen, looking back briefly to make sure Ellie didn't hear him.

"Rowena was able to reverse most of the spell," Cass continued, "but the amnesia seems to still be in effect from the last few months or so."

Dean ran his hand down his face, drawing a shaky breath. "But Rowena can fix it, right?"

He could hear some murmuring on the other end of the phone, and Dean was about to repeat himself when the angel finally responded, "She's working on it in the backseat. We're driving home now, we'll be there by midnight."

"Wait, don't bring him back here," Dean growled, "Ellie will freak out."

"What happened?" Ellie asked from the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes worried as she looked up at him.

Dean's jaw dropped as he looked from her to the phone, "Cass, I have to call you back."

"What's going on?" her shoulders dropped, her face getting more worried by the second.

He looked down at his niece, trying desperately to find the right words to say. The longer he took, the more visibly upset she got, tears welling in her eyes.

"Is Dad okay?" She sniffled, reaching up to wipe her nose with her sleeve.

"He's..." Dean began, sighing loudly, "Listen, your dad is okay. He just got hurt in his...in his brain."

"Like when I fell off my bed?" her voice was almost a whisper as she looked up at Dean.

"Kind of," Dean groaned, running a hand through his hair, "He's having trouble remembering some stuff."

"Like what?"

Dean pulled his lips between his teeth, his chest heaving. He had no idea how to tell her without scaring the crap out of the kid.

"Rowena is going to fix him, okay?" he bent over and ruffled the top of her head, "They'll be here when you wake up tomorrow."

"Okay," she gave him a pensive look before turning back into the kitchen to finish her breakfast.

"I'll be right back," he shot her a quick smile before rushing down the hall to his bedroom, closing the door before he called Cass back.

"Hello Dean."

"Listen, if Rowena hasn't fixed him by the time you get back here, we need a plan," Dean spoke quietly, pacing in his room, "We can't let Ellie see him like this."

"I understand," Cass responded, sighing. "What should we do?"

"I don't know," Dean shook his head, "Let me talk to Rowena."

He heard the sound of the phone exchanging hands, and he could hear Sam in the background asking what the big deal was. Dean closed his eyes, hating that his brother had no idea just how dire the situation was.

"This is Rowena."

"I need a timeline," Dean growled, "When will he be fixed?"

Rowena sighed, "I wish I knew, dear."

"That's not a good answer."

"Dean, I have the Grimoire in my lap as we speak," Rowena sighed, "I promise, I'm working on it as fast as I can."

"Okay," Dean mumbled.

"He wants to talk to you."

Dean inhaled sharply as the phone was again passed, this time his little brother's voice coming over the speaker with an annoyed tone.

"I don't understand why everyone's freaking out, Dean," Sam scoffed, "So I lost the last few months, so what?"

"I know man," Dean tried to force a chuckle, "We just want to get you back to being you."

"Whatever," Sam laughed, "If not, no big deal."

Dean hung up the phone, gripping it tightly in his hand. He drew a few shaky breathes before shaking his arms, preparing himself to go pretend everything was okay around Ellie. As he entered the kitchen, he saw her reaching over to grab a piece of his bacon.

"Hey!"

She jumped, turning to look at him with giant eyes. Her mouth widened in a smile as she ignored him and pulled the piece of meat up to her mouth, taking a crunchy bite. Dean narrowed his eyes at her and hurried over to his plate, pulling it out of her reach.

"Mine," he mumbled, pointing at her with another piece of bacon.

"What are we going to do today?" she jumped down and took her plate to the sink, dropping it in.

"I don't know," Dean muttered with a mouth full of food, shrugging his shoulders, "You have school stuff to do today."

Ellie scrunched up her nose, "I don't want to do school."

"Too bad."

"Dad's not here, so I don't have to," she rested her hands on her hips and smiled up at him.

Dean shoved the last piece of his pancakes into his mouth, glaring down at her. He took his plate to the sink, resting his hands on the counter with his head hung low.

"I'm not arguing with you, Ellie. You're doing your school work."

"I'm not arguing either, I'm not doing it."

Dean spun around, his face hardened. At first, Ellie smiled as she looked up at him with a challenging look on her face. Once she realized that he was not in the mood, her smile slowly faded away. Dean slowly walked towards her, his lips pursing as he crossed his arms. Once he was at her feet, she waited a brief moment before looking up and meeting his gaze. Dean glared down at her, one of his eyebrows cocked.

"Listen," he paused, looking down his chest at her as he tried to take a deep breath, "I am not in the mood."

"Okay," she whispered, nodding slightly.

"Go to your room and get dressed. Now."

"Okay," she bit her lip, nodding again before she turned and moved to run out of the room.

"Hey," Dean shouted, stopping her in her tracks. She slowly turned around, looking at him with a slightly frightened look. Dean sighed, realizing he had taken out his anger at her. "Come here."

Ellie stayed in her spot, her bottom lip pouting out slightly. Dean tilted his head and held up his hand, curling his finger for her to walk to him. She finally sniffed and took a few steps towards him, her hands fidgeting in front of her. Dean cleared his throat, and it made her speed up, finally stopping in front of him.

Dean bent over and scooped her up, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other one pressed to the back of her head, pulling her head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, squirt," he whispered.

Ellie tensed for a moment before she snuggled into his neck, sniffling. "I'm worried about Daddy."

"Me too, sweetheart," Dean rubbed her back, giving her one last squeeze before he let her back down to the floor. "Go get dressed, okay?"

"Alright," she smiled before turning and running out of the room.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, between Ellie doing her school work on Sam's laptop and then just wanting to play with her barbies by herself. Dean was sitting at the library table, having put Ellie to bed a couple hours previous when he heard the bunker door open. He jumped up and rushed to the map room, shooting a quick glance down the hallway to make sure Ellie was in her room. Cass and Rowena came down the steps first, followed by a yawning Sam.

"Hey," Dean forced a smile, looking first at Sam and then to Cass. The angel tightened his jaw and shook his head briefly, looking down to the ground.

"What's up?" Sam stepped forward, stretching his arms. He slowly turned his head to the side in an attempt to crack his neck, a confused look coming to his face when he saw two barbies on the floor of the library. He turned and raised his eyebrows, pointing to the dolls as he looked at his brother. "You playing dolls, Dean?"

Dean cleared his throat, looking back to Cass, "You didn't tell him?"

"Of course not," the angel shook his head, "I thought he would be better by the time we got home."

Rowena took this opportunity to speak up, holding up a finger, "I'm very close to reversing the spell, if I may mention."

"Really?" Dean raised his eyebrows at her, "Then do it."

"I just had to wait until we got here," she shrugged, turning towards the infirmary, "I'll gather the ingredients."

"Should we tell him, then?" Cass whispered, not as quietly as he thought.

"Tell me what?" Sam walked over, crossing his arms, "What's going on? You've been acting weird since we left Colorado."

"Don't worry about it," Dean slapped a hand on his brother's shoulder, smiling, "Rowena's going to get you all fixed up, so it won't matter."

"No, tell me," Sam shouted, shrugging out of Dean's grasp. "What is going on?"

"Sammy, calm down," Dean warned, holding his hands out in front of him, "Once Rowena fixes the spell you'll know."

"No, I won't calm down," Sam's voice continued to raise as he gestured between Cass and Dean, "You both seem to think there's something really bad here."

Just as Dean opened his mouth to speak, his breath caught in his throat as he saw Ellie in the doorway of the hall, rubbing her eyes.

"Uncle Dean?"

Sam spun around, his jaw dropping as he looked down at her. He fell backwards against Dean, who grunted as he held his little brother up.

"Ellie, go back to bed," Dean hissed.

"Daddy?" she stepped forward, her eyes blinking rapidly from the bright lights. "Dad!"

She ran up to Sam, who froze in terror as she wrapped her arms around his legs. Dean closed his eyes, then turned back to Cass.

"Go get Rowena," The angel nodded and ran to find the witch.

"Ellie, come here," Dean reached over and pulled her off of Sam's legs.

"What? Why?" she looked back and forth between Dean and Sam, confused.

"What is going on?" Sam's voice squeaked, his eyes widened as he stared down at the little girl. "Who is this?"

"Dad, it's me," Ellie's eyes began to well with tears as she wrapped an arm around one of Dean's thighs. She moved behind him, her eyes barely peeking out, "Uncle Dean, what's wrong with him?"

"It's okay, sweetie," Dean turned and bent over, placing his hands gently on the sides of her face. "Rowena's going to make him all better."

"Dean," Sam growled, his jaw tightening, "What is happening?"

Dean slowly stood up and looked over to his brother, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he had to inform Sam that he was a father twice in one month. He looked down at Ellie, who was clearly terrified, and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder and carefully sneaking a glance to Sam.

"Sam, you know that the witch made you lose your memories," Dean began.

Sam nodded, crossing his arms, "And then Rowena tried to fix it, so I'm just missing the last few months."

"Well, a lot has happened the last few months," Dean chuckled softly, "Specifically, the last three weeks."

"What are you talking about?" Sam scoffed, "What could have possibly happened in that short amount of time?"

Dean sighed, turning his head and willing Cass and Rowena to come out from the infirmary. Just as he was about to begin the explanation to Sam, the door slammed open and Rowena and Cass rushed out. The witch had a large metal bowl which she sat on the map table, nodding at Dean.

Dean let out a deep breath and tilted his head to look at Ellie, "Hey, I gotta put you down for a second."

Ellie nodded, taking one last quick look at Sam before sliding down Dean's legs onto her feet.

Rowena walked quickly towards Sam, grabbing his hand and pulling it out, slicing his palm and dripping his blood into the bowl. Sam hissed, then used the rag that Cass handed him to press it to his cut. Dean watched as Rowena performed the spell, her eyes turning that familiar shade of bright purple as a puff of smoke came out from the bowl. Everyone coughed, then they all turned and stared at Sam, who was staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, irises pure white. Dean stepped forward, waiting until his brother sharply dropped his head, shaking it before he opened his now back to hazel eyes.

"Sammy?" Dean reached out, gently placing a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam jerked, looking down at Dean before clearing his throat, "Dean?"

Dean made sure to continue blocking Ellie from Sam's gaze, raising an eyebrow, "How do you feel?"

"Fine, I think," Sam shook his head, looking around the room.

Just when Dean was about to ask Rowena if the spell was done correctly, Sam spoke the two words that made his older brother relax for the first time all day.

"Where's Ellie?"

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A/N: I love reviews, they make me giggle. My giggle isn't as cute as Ellie's but still.

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