This is a short one cause I wanna start on Version 6 with both kid Sam & kid Dean~^^

Version 5
7yo Dean

"Wha.. Where is this.. Who are you?!" A young boy sputtered in surprise and confusion as he appeared in the middle of the bunker's library following a bright, white light.

Sam and Dean stared at the boy with widened eyes and dropped jaws. The boy eyes the two stranger apprehensively, backing away from them while looking for an exit. As soon as he locates the door at the top of the stairs, he dashes towards it for as fast as his legs can carry him.

"No.. Wait!" Dean shouted and both the brothers ran after the child. Dean caught him just as he hopped onto the stairs.

"Let go…! Get off me!..." He yelled while struggling against his captor.

"Ok, ok! Calm down!" Dean slowly releases him onto the ground. Dean immediately jumps back, keeping some distance between them.

"What do you want!" He shouted at them, still panting from the struggle. "I'm not scared of you!" He added, though, they can both see the fear in his eyes.

"Ok, first, we're not bad guys," Dean told him but he seemed understandably sceptical. "And second, you're… Dean Winchester," he said, and Dean looked surprised for a second but isn't sure if he should confirm or deny that fact so he stayed silent.

"Dean… I know it's really confusing for you. And I think we got you here by accident, but don't worry, we'll find a way to send you back," Sam told him reassuringly while looking at Dean meaningfully as he nods at the hourglass.

"I don't get it…" Dean admitted.

"We won't hurt you, and we'll send you back to your family, I promise. Why don't you sit here while I uh… talk to him for a minute," Sam ushered Dean to a chair and then went a little further away to talk with Dean.

The child eyed them carefully as they whispered their plan to call Cas for help while doing more research on the hourglass.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Dean asked after Dean returned to the table while Sam phones Cas.

"Couple hours probably," Dean replied.

"Couple hours?!" Dean exclaimed, hopping down from his chair. "No, I have to go now," he said and heads towards the door once again.

"Whoa, hey! Slow down, kid!" Dean tried to grab him but missed as he bolted towards the stairs. However, Sam, who has ended his call, comes back just in time to catch the boy.

"Put me down!" Dean kicked his feet and demanded as Sam carried him back into the library and lowered him on a chair.

"Stop running or we'll have to tie you up, ok?" Dean said to him but he ignored the warning and jumped down from his seat again, to which Sam caught him, again.

"Dean, stop, it's ok, we'll get you back…" Sam said but Dean cut him off.

"Now!" He insisted.

"Well… You'll have to wait…"

"No! I have to go back now!" He insisted, with panic and urgency in his eyes.

"Why? What's the hurry? You late for a date or something?" Dean asked humorously, trying to lighten the mood.

Dean stops struggling for a while, though he's still looking edgy.

"… I've got a brother… a younger brother. He's alone in the room right now and I'm supposed to be there…" he said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Where's your dad? Or your babysitter?" Dean questioned.

"Dad just went out, he says he'll be back within 3 hours, it's just me and Sammy… I have to go back. Please. Sammy's three, I can't leave him there alone," he explained and pleaded for them to let him go. Sam and Dean exchange a look.

"I get that you have to go back… and we want to get you back, trust me, it's just… we have to find a way to do that…" Dean struggled to explain.

"I don't ge-… Where is this place? I was in the motel room with Sammy and then… how did I get here?" Dean looked around the bunker in confusion.

"I'm sorry Dean, we can't tell you. But we've called a friend and he'll be here soon with a way to get you home. Let's wait for him to come over, alright?" Sam said and Dean nodded reluctantly.

Sam and Dean sit at the table, reading up on the books and searching for the counter-spell. Meanwhile, Dean paces back and forth in the library, fidgety with unease.

"Hey, relax. Everything'll be fine. Why don't you take a seat, I'll grab you some food," Sam said as he got up and heads towards the kitchen.

Dean went to sit down at the table but he did not relax. His face is pinched with worry and his feet kicked restlessly underneath the table.

"We'll get you back as soon as possible, your brother will be fine," Dean told him kindly, addressing his troubles.

"How do you know? What if Sammy went looking for me? We're not supposed to leave the room… What if some bad guys caught him? What if they hurt him…?" Dean's spoke faster and louder as his flustered imagination got the better of him.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold it right there. That's not going to happen. Sammy's a smart kid. Right? He knows he shouldn't run out on his own or talk to some stranger. He'll be ok. What was he doing before you came here?" Dean asked.

"He was… he was watching tv. Scooby-Doo."

"Good show. He can watch that stuff all day, he probably doesn't even know you're missing!" Dean said optimistically.

"Mn…" Dean thought about what he said as Sam comes back with some chips and juice.

"Wait, how do you know he can watch that all day? … And before, how did you know my name?" Dean asked suspiciously. Sam shoots Dean an accusatory look of – "What have you been telling him?" while Dean stumbles through his brain for a believable explanation that doesn't sound like a lie.

"Uhh… You see, I, and this guy here, we're hunters, like your dad, and we were trying to.. summon something with that hourglass but we accidentally got you instead," Dean said.

There are so many things off with the story but for a 7-year-old who is aware of the supernatural world, it still is believable.

"Oh. You worked with my dad before?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's right. John Winchester. He's a great hunter," Dean answered.

"He's the best," Dean corrected him proudly and the other two smiled a knowing smile.

"Yes, he is," Dean agreed.

The child becomes less anxious after that and they let him watch cartoons and eat chips while they research. Cas arrives a while later.

"Cas, hey. This is…"

"Dean, from 1986," Cas said.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"My name is Castiel."

"Cas-ti-el? Dean made a face at the strange name.

"You can call me Cas," he said helpfully.

"Cas, you got it?" Dean cut into their conversation and the angel pulls out a piece of paper with the incantation.

Dean read the counter-spell and a bright portal appears in the middle of the room.

"You will return to your space-time once you step inside," Cas informed the time traveller.

"I'll return where?" Dean said in confusion as he squints at the bright light.

"You'll return back to your family. Go on," Sam prompted.

Dean looks up at the three adults who nodded at him encouragingly. He takes a deep breath and walks steadily towards the portal and once he steps inside, both the light and Dean disappeared in a flash.

~ The End ~

Writer's Random Rant: I love holidays!~~‹3