Patrick looks at the crying child with disbelief.
"What did you do?" He asks.
"Me? I didn't do anything." Rowena answers.
Patrick tilts his head.
"Does he know who we are?"
"Scary people." Dean sobbed.
"I take that as a yes." Patrick nodded. "He remembers us as the crazy people who came into his bedroom."
"It was your story that set him off."
"I thought it would trigger something in him."
"Clearly it hasn't."
"Where's Michael?"
"I don't bloody know and Dean will not know. We don't even know if Michael will take back control."
"We got to call Sam. If Dean sees him it might trigger a memory. We got to make sure Dean is aware that an archangel is in his body."
"I'll call him."
Rowena gets out her phone and leaves the room leaving Patrick with the frantic child. Patrick bites his lip unsure if he should comfort the child or not. At the moment Dean is terrified of him.
If Lia was here she would be able to comfort him. She had a child of her own she would be a natural at this. The familiar ache fills Patrick's chest as he thought of the love of his life.
Dean's crying slowed down as he looks at Patrick's sad expression. The kid remained wary of him.
The witch snaps out of his trance.
"Jack." Patrick says. He nods. "Jack yes. Be right back kiddo."
Dean obeyed and stayed put. Few minutes Patrick returned with another person. This one was younger looked more friendly.
"Dean." Patrick smiles. "This is Jack."
The anger Jack had from being locked up faded as soon as he saw Dean. He smiles bright and warmth shows in his eyes.
"Hello Dean." Jack places his hand on his chest. "Remember me?" Dean showed no recognition. Jack frowns. "Are you sure this is Dean? This could be Michael playing with us."
"I'm certain." Patrick assured him.
"Where is Michael?"
"That's what I am trying to find out." Patrick huffed. "Dean does not trust me. I thought maybe he might connect to you, he knows you more than me."
"Dean is really four?" Patrick nods. Jack thought about the time he lied to his mom's parents saying he was a friend of Kelly instead of saying he was her son. This looks like a situation where he has to do something like that again. Jack takes a deep breath and the smile returns to his face. "Dean." He squats down so he was eye level. "I'm Jack a friend of your mom." Dean hesitates still looking unsure. "Your mom went out she left me to babysit."
"She did?"
"Yes."
"Where's daddy?" Jack looks at the witch nervously. "Where's daddy?" Dean repeats.
"He's um...he's out too." Patrick answers.
"Are you friends of mommy?"
Patrick nods.
"Yeah. Yeah I am and you already met Rowena." Patrick squats down and gives the kid an apologetic look. "We're sorry for scaring you earlier we should have introduced ourselves first."
"What's your name?" Dean asks his face curious.
"Patrick."
"Pat...rick...Patrick." Dean smiles a little when he receives a smile from the witch. Dean faces the nephilim. "Jack."
Jack grins.
"You remembered." Dean moves closer to the nephilim. He felt he could trust Jack. "Hey." Jack stands up. "Are you hungry?"
"Starving!" Dean grinned.
"That's a big word." Patrick grinned back.
Rowena comes in.
"On their way." She eyes Dean up and down. "How's he?"
Jack takes Dean's hand and beams at the witch.
"He's hungry."
Rowena scoffs.
"Why am I not surprised. Thank Michael for that."
The good mood was immediately killed off. Jack lowers his head while Patrick clears his throat.
"Get the food on." He ordered. Jack leads Dean out of the room. Patrick looks at Rowena. "Well we did it Dean is back."
"Hmm."
"We're not celebrating."
"I guess we're in shock." Rowena huffed.
"Once Jack has Dean settled I will take a look. Maybe Michael going to sleep gave Dean the chance to take control."
"Or maybe Jack when he attacked Michael his powers might have done something."
Patrick shrugs.
"That is a possibility."
The witches go quiet again. Then Rowena sighs.
"I'm going to miss calling him wee one."
Patrick chuckles.
"Dean can take his place."
"Dean is a squirrel." Rowena grinned.
"Squirrel." He nods. "It suits him."
"His brother is a moose."
"Squirrel and moose." Patrick raises his eyebrow. "Isn't that a cartoon?"
"Aye. My son gave them those nicknames."
Rowena frowns at the mention of her son. Patrick notices and frowns.
"Rowena?"
"I'm fine." Rowena dismissed the subject. "Lets go and make the wee one some food."
Patrick smiles again.
"So we're sticking to wee one." They walk out into the hallway. "What about ceann beag?"
"No!"
"Oh come I deserve to give Dean a nickname I did help get him back."
"It does not sound cute." Rowena argued.
Rowena looks at his face really looks at him. His smile, his eyes, his accent that was incredibly sexy.
"Tha e cho bòidheach." She mutters.
"What was that?" He asks.
"Nothing."
Rowena spun on her heels and hurries down the hallway.
When Sam received the phone call about his brother he immediately stopped everything he was doing and drove to the bunker. Cas was next to him with the same look of hope.
Dean Winchester is back. He might still be in child form but he is back. That's all everyone wanted.
Few hours later the Impala pulls into the garage and Sam and Cas head to the front entrance. Sam opens the door and calls out for his brother.
"DEAN!"
Sam hurries down the stairs and keeps repeating his brother's name. Patrick storms in and glares at the hunter.
"Can you keep it down took us forever to calm him down."
"Where is he?" Sam asks.
"Kitchen."
Sam goes past the witch and into the kitchen. His stops when his eyes go on his brother. Dean is sat at the table with Jack next to him. Jack is drawing on a piece of paper and encourages Dean to follow.
" Jack is a life saver." Rowena turns round with a mug of coffee in her hand. "Dean stopped crying as soon as he met Jack." She smiles. "It must be the smile."
Jack smiles bright and tickles Dean. The hunter bursts out laughing his eyes sparkle with happiness.
Sam smiles and sits down next to his brother.
"Hey Dean."
Dean looks and frowns.
"Who are you?"
Sam's world suddenly falls apart. He swallows.
"You don't know who I am?" He says his voice quiet.
Dean shakes his head and becomes shy and scared of this man. He looks at Jack.
"Mommy."
"She's coming." Jack assured him.
"I looked into his head." Patrick shakes his head. "Couldn't see Michael he must be offline but the magic is still active."
Sam continued staring at Dean not hearing what the witch said.
"Dean. I'm your brother."
"I don't have a brother."
"You do. This..." Sam tugs Cas's sleeve. "Dean this is Cas you know Cas."
"Hello Dean." Cas says.
Dean's shoulder tense again. Strangers too many strangers. He buries his head into Jack's chest. Jack wraps his arms around the kid and soothes him.
Sam grits his teeth. Anger boiled inside him. Sam lost Dean to Michael and now he lost Dean to this curse. Sam couldn't think what is worst a possessed brother or a four year old version of his brother who doesn't have a clue who he is.
"Maybe its best to wait for Mary." Rowena suggested.
Sam nods.
"I texted her on the way here. She should be here soon."
"Sam?"
Right on cue.
Mary walks down the stairs her expression is worried.
"In here!" Sam yells.
Mary walks into the kitchen.
"Sam." She stops and her eyes lock on to Patrick. "Who are you?"
"I'm..."
"Mommy!"
Mary turns towards the voice. Her eyes widen.
No. No it can't be.
Dean runs and throws his arms around his mom. He hugs her waist and buries his head. Mary gasps and looks at the little boy.
It can't be.
"Dean?"
He raises his head and meets her eyes.
"Yes mommy?"
Mary looks at Sam who nodded. Tears formed in Mary's eyes. Her boy. Her little boy is back. Mary scoops Dean up. She looks into his eyes. So innocent and young no pain or suffering. Mary felt she is in Heaven again.
"Baby."
She brings him forward and hugs him. Tears run down her cheeks. Tears of joy. This is what Mary has wanted since she came back from the dead.
"Mommy."
"Yes baby?"
"You sad. You crying."
Mary shakes her head.
"I'm not sad. I'm happy." She kisses his head. "I'm so happy to see my little boy." She smiles warmly. "I missed you."
Sam watched the scene in front of him and felt left out. He didn't feel like he belonged here. This a time where Sam didn't exist so of course he wouldn't belong. All the memories he and Dean share together have been forgotten.
It made Sam miss Dean even more.
"Sam?" Cas says noticing how tense the hunter has become.
"Um..." Sam stands up. "Excuse me."
Sam brushes past his mom and walks down the hallway.
He goes in his bedroom and shuts the door behind him.
Translations
Ceannbeag: Little one. (Irish)
Tha e cho bòidheach.: He is so handsome. (Scottish)