Chapter Summary: There are three things in Dean's life that he can say with absolute certainty that he loves. He loves his family (Sam, Cas, and Jack), his '67 Chevy Impala (Baby), and a certain Louisianan vampire (Benny). But, when he gets de-aged back into that of a child, he just wants his moose…and, possibly to roast Gabriel on a spit!

Author's Note: 1) To be perfectly honest, this isn't the first time I've written this chapter…but due to a stupid mistake on my part, I ended up deleting this story…and, since I hadn't even sent it to my beta (either one), yet…I had no back up copy. So, there's no legitimate way this is going to be exactly like the original…but I'm gonna do my damnedest to get it as close as I can remember. 2) Besides the fact that Dean's been de-aged back to the age of 4 and Gabriel's the one who did it, there's no connection between this chapter and the prior chapter. 3) This chapter actually came to being shortly after the Always Keep Fighting moose I ordered back in October was delivered. 4) The name of this particular one-shot comes from the Stone Sour song Song #3. 5) Do I plan to do another kid-Dean story after this one? Probably not. If I can do what I want, what I'll do next won't be posted in Hitting the Heart, at all.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters wherein belong to their respective owners, I do not own them nor have I ever claimed to, I'm just playing around with them.

Other: And, a continuing thank you to my betas for this story, vrskaandrea and Wildfire's Flame - any remaining errors are solely my own.

xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

Song #3

'Where's my moose?!' Dean shouted angrily while throwing one stuffed moose after another at Gabriel.

Gabriel was curled up in a ball, coincidentally in Sam's lap, with his head tucked under Sam's chin. 'I don't know where your damn moose is! I've snapped up a bunch of identical moose for you but all you're doing is throwing them at me! I'll snap up one of those nice big Canadian moose if you just stop!' Gabriel pleaded, his face turned into Sam's chest, so his voice was slightly muffled.

'I' throws stuffed moose 'want' another thrown moose 'my' another moose 'moose!' Dean demanded.

'How about I turn you back into your normal self-sacrificing asshole self?' Gabriel offered.

Sam snorted. He honestly had no idea why, with everywhere Gabriel could've gone or disappeared to, that he decided to climb into Sam's lap and hold onto him like his pseudo-immortal life depended on being as close as humanly (archangelically?) possible. But, while he didn't know why Gabriel had decided to take sanctuary in his lap, he couldn't help but find the whole situation between Dean and Gabriel to be absolutely hilarious.

'Moose! Now!' Dean demanded, tossing two more of the moose at Gabriel to further prove his point of anger.

'Nougat?' Jack offered to Cas as he entered the room, holding a bowl of crushed nougat candy in his left hand while watching the interaction between one of his dads and the only uncle he actually liked.

Cas had tried to explain to Jack many times that he didn't 'taste things' like Jack, Gabriel or even Lucifer…or even possibly Michael. But that never seemed to stop the nephilim from offering Cas a handful of crushed nougat so they could just 'sit back and watch the show' while Dean argued with either Sam or Gabriel.

It was very rare for Dean to argue with Benny and typically only when Benny was ignoring his need for blood so he didn't turn into a blood thirsty monster because it was something he did 'privately' and that wasn't always an option. Those arguments were also what was the leading cause of the bite scars on Dean's inner thighs that neither Cas nor Sam had told Dean they knew about. Sam's one rule for accepting Benny into their home had been that he not drink from any humans, but bringing that up to Dean wouldn't end well and Sam knew it.

Cas took a handful of the nougat before tossing it into his mouth.

'I want my moose!' Dean whined before beginning to cry.

'Have I ever been that bad?' Jack asked curiously.

Cas shook his head slowly as he walked over to Dean.

'Do you have my moose?' Dean asked with tears in his eyes as he looked up at Cas.

Cas picked Dean up under his arms before balancing him on his right hip. 'Do I look like Gabriel to you?' Cas asked bluntly. 'I do have that disturbing stuffed squirrel that Crowley left for Sam if you'd prefer a squirrel,' he offered calmly.

'I don't have his fucking moose, Cassie!' Gabriel snapped.

Dean began to whimper before outright wailing at the top of his lungs.

'Jack, send a text to Benny and tell him to get back to the bunker, NOW!' Cas ordered. 'The groceries can wait until…some other time,' he added frustrated.

'Will do.' Jack said, already typing a message out on his smartphone.

It was only a few minutes later that the door to the bunker opened. Dean stopped in mid-throw of another stuffed moose so he could turn and look at the door. They weren't expecting Mary back for a few days - where she went was anyone's guess, but Dean honestly figured it had something to do with that bastard British man, Arthur Ketch…and that wasn't something he wanted to think about. Even in his late thirties, he didn't like thinking about who his mother was sleeping with at night.

Benny stepped into the bunker, closing the door behind him, several plastic bags hanging off his left arm, and a small brown looking stuffed animal in his right hand.

'Moose!' The word was drawn out as Dean happily ran up the stairs.

Benny let the bags slide off his arm mere moments before Dean jumped at him. Crouching reflexively to catch Dean before standing back up, Benny smiled at the young boy whom was now clutching the small moose to his chest while snuggling happily up to Benny. 'Where'd you find, Mishka?' Dean asked curiously.

'Do you remember when you wanted to drive Baby and I pointed out that you couldn't even see over her steering wheel?' Benny asked curiously.

'Uh huh.' Dean said, looking up at Benny with his bright green eyes.

Benny propped Dean higher up on his right hip. 'Do you remember how you convinced me to drive you around since you didn't want to ride with Sam or Cas and Jack hasn't learned how to drive?' Benny asked curiously.

'Sammy or Cas wouldn't have let me ride in their lap,' Dean pointed out.

Being a vampire, blushing wasn't as simple as it was for a human, but Benny could've sworn his cheeks were getting warm. 'That point notwithstanding, you left your moose in Baby, and I didn't realize it until I had already left for the store,' he explained.

'I love my Benny!' Dean said, wrapping his arms tightly - or as tight as a four-year-old could - around Benny's neck, making sure to keep his left hand holding his moose.

Gabriel resettled in a position that meant he was still sitting in Sam's lap but knew if he squirmed his backside just a little…well, that was for later after they'd lost their audience.

'And, I love my Dean,' Benny whispered. It still threw him that Dean was so reserved as an adult but as a child he'd shout it from the rooftops despite the fact that Dean still had the mental capacity of that adult.

'When I get back to my adult body, you'll show me how much?' Dean whispered with a smirk.

'Yes, cher.' Benny agreed, not mentioning that if Gabriel was anything to go by, they'd both end up needing that archangel provided soundproofing by the end of the night. And, if Gabriel didn't change Dean back before then…well, he'd make sure Gabriel didn't get any peace while he was with Sam.

xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

Author's Note: I know this was another really short one, but again…it wasn't meant to be very long.

Reviews/Comments/Constructive Criticism welcome!

Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and then promptly deleted!