Disclaimer: They are never mine and never will be *sobs*
a/n: Sorry about the mistakes. I am mere human…though I wish I am the Impala, LOL.

It Takes Two to Tango

Chapter 11

"BOBBY?"

That booming voice made Dean jackknife from the couch he had occupied since early morning. Drowsy from sleep, he looked over the couch, towards his older self and his older younger brother sitting on the beds across each other, rolled his eyes and sagged back down.

"I thought grownups talked to each other, not shout." The kid hollered - making sure his voice could be heard over the room.

"Shuddup!" was what he got in return.

"Grownups!" The seven year old muttered silently – attention returning to the Thundercats playing on TV while at the same time his hand rested comfortably on Sammy's head. His little brother was fervently mimicking Lionel, shouting "Thunder – Thunder – Thundercats – Hooo!" anytime he saw him picking up his sword.

...

Dean's eyes narrowed into slivers as he stared at the couch, his gaze sharp.

Looking back at his brother sitting across him on the other bed, Dean saw Sam grinning – amused by the young one's remark. But being a big brother, Dean didn't miss the twitching of Sam's face muscle as their eyes connected. Even the grin had immediately disappeared, replaced by a slight frown.

Shrugging, Dean silently admitted that the shouting was unnecessary. He hated it when hewas right – especially when he was only seven.

Dean cleared his throat and asked "Why did you call Bobby Sam?" in a much less alarming tone. Only when he saw Sam relax Dean realized he was so close to causing another pointless fight with his brother.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily. "I had to Dean…with you gone, I…I just…I just don't know what to do." Sam fidgeted with his fingers as his right leg bounced up and down rapidly, all restless and giddy – he looked as young as his young self sitting on the floor in front of the TV, scribbling the Thunder Cats symbol on the McDonald's paper bag.

"I'm not going anywhere Sam." Dean said reassuringly as he slumped forward, closing the distance between him and Sam.

"I know…but…" Sam's face flushed red with anger. It was so difficult to tell Dean the truth and it annoyed him totally. He'd never had difficulties giving Dean a piece of his mind before. Why it was now? And why was Dean up and questioning him around when he was supposed to be bedridden from the sickness? His brother looked incredibly healthy – all the colors returning to his once pale face, vigorously bossy – when he awoke in the morning when last night he looked as if he was ready to hit the bucket to end his own pain.

However, his brother's improving condition didn't lessen Sam's worry a bit.

Holding Dean yesterday, unconscious and almost breathless in his arms, brought him to the most painful walk down the memory lane – the lane that tormented him with the image of him cradling Dean's stiff and bloody brother - stomach ripped apart from the inside out, his green eyes dilated but showing nothing and his chest static, unmoving.

"It just won't go away." He muttered under his breath, staring at his hands.

"What won't go away Sammy?" Dean heard that and that made Sam's breath catch.

"Nothing…nothing Dean." He couldn't bring that up. Though his brother was back, alive and…maybe not too well, and was sitting right in front of him, the images of Dean being mauled by the hellhound still tormented him and it really hurt.

Dean sighed tiredly. This is not working. Sam was still keeping things to himself and was unwilling to cooperate with him.

At a loss of words, Dean reached out and squeezed Sam's knees, stopping the bouncing at once. The squeeze was light and quick, gone as immediate as it had been there, but still it sent a jolt through Sam's system, relaxing him.

"I'm here Sam."

Sam looked up and his eyes met his brother's. What he saw there was as similar as to what he saw in little Dean's eyes yesterday and it gave him the same soothing feeling, one that he hadn't seen in Dean for quite some time after his big brother's trip to hell.

"Yeah…okay." Sam nodded, silently understanding what his brother meant.

Suddenly Dean clapped his hand and bolted to his feet. "Now I'm going out to get our breakfast." He reached out to Sam, gesturing for Sam to give him something.

"I was supposed to be out getting breakfast!" Sam's hand sneaked into his jacket pocket, feeling the car key and let out a relieved breath. "After all with your dying condition there's a possibility you'd wreck the car." Sam stood up and started walking to the door.

Sam might be imagining things but he could really feel Dean's gaze stabbing his back.

"Don't make me do it Sam." Dean warned.

"Do wha-?" Sam furrowed his brows, reeled around and went agape seeing Dean dart towards him, grab his jacket and rummage through his jacket pocket, retrieving the Impala's key without Sam even had the time to think.

Dean jangled the key in front of Sam with a mischievous smirk on his face. "You're getting slow Sammy."

Hearing Sam's grouchy grunt, Dean sniggered, walked to the door and turned back to look at Sam.

"Oh yeah! By the way Sammy…I'm not going to die so easily…" he stopped and winked then continued "...and there's no way I'd hurt my baby, you know it."

Sam's lips curled slightly, assured that things were going to get better. Then he remembered -

"This is not fair Dean!" Sam threw his arms in the air. "It's your turn taking care of the kids. I'd spent the whole night looking after them." He glanced over the couch, groaned seeing Sammy coloring his big brother's face with a crayon while the younger Dean was slumbering – tired from staying awake the whole night.

"Sammy! No!" Sam ran towards the toddler and stopped him before he could start coating Dean's lips with his red crayon. He picked Sammy up into his arms and reclaimed the little boy's 'weapon' as Sammy happily reached for his face, ready to draw.

Dean broke into a laughing fit. Hearing Sam calling his small self Sammy was hysterical considering all these years Sam would retort harshly if Dean called him the same name. As he walked around the couch Dean said "From what I see, you're doing a fine job taking care of…what the fu-!" and swallowed the rest of the word, realizing Sammy's nature as a parrot – always mimicking whatever he heard.

"Son of a – Sam! This is not supposed to happen…look at him!" Dean pointed to his little self's face, horrified at what he was seeing. The seven year old was out to the world and was oblivious how his face looked – all colorful, covered with traces of crayons. "I mean, look at me! I look ridiculous!"

Sam rolled his eyes as he put Sammy down and kept the crayons away. He mockingly said "What's new about that? You'd always looked ridiculous," and laughed at his own joke.

"Funny Sam!" Dean grunted. "My face! My handsome gorgeous face!"

"It's just crayon Dean…" Sam shook his head in disbelief. Dean was being too dramatic. It was funny though. Dean had never been this frenzied much about anything. Not even when his face got scarred too many times before. The only time Dean would be such a drama queen was when someone put a dent or a scratch on her 'baby'. "It'd wash off with water."

"Easy for you to say. Sammy Da Vinci here didn't make your face his drawing canvas." Dean leered down to Sammy who returned his glare with a giggle, amused by him throwing a tantrum. Dean snarled but that caused the little one to start having a laughing fit instead. "What if I got skin cancer from the toxic in the crayon?"

Sam grabbed Dean's face in his palm, turning it left and right, studying it with such fervor Dean thought Sam is seriously worried about him. "Nah!" He shook his head and patted Dean's cheek before saying "You're just as ugly as before."

Dean smacked Sam's hand away and grunted irately. "I'm serious dude!"

"Dean, chill! The crayons are non-toxic."

"Non-toxic my ass! We'll hear what you'd say when the crayons melted in your hair." Dean tried rubbing off the colors on young Dean's face but was batted away by the kid's hand which responded reflexively to the touch. Dean stupefied; waiting anxiously if the kid would awoke. But the boy rolled over to the other side and continued sleeping.

That statement sounded like a threat and Sam was becoming edgy. His brother seemed to be losing his mind and that was not a good sign. Sleeping during the nights or even a short nap during the days might end up being a big mistake now. Sam made a mental note – put away all scissors and sharp things into a bag and bury everything in the grave of the next poor soul they have to salt and burn.

"Dude! You are so getting payback." Just when he thought that warning was directed at him, Sam found himself trying hard to stifle a laugh as Dean pointed a finger to the giggling Sammy who still thought Dean's fury is funny.

"P-pay-back? Whazzat?" Sammy stared at Dean wide eyed, waiting eagerly for the answer.

"It's candy." Sam quickly answered, knowing his brother too well to let him answer that innocent question. Sam shot a glare at Dean, warning him not to go there – messing with the kid's mind with his colorful vocabularies. "You are not going to draw on his face Dean."

Dean thought on the answer and then he looked up to Sam with a devilish grin. "Then I'll just draw on your face instead."

"Hah! Only in your dream bro."

Dean smiled cockily and wiggled his brows at Sam as he headed for the door.

"You are still going to leave me with the kids?" Sam asked, pointing at young Dean and Sammy.

Looking at Sam, then to the kids, Dean gave it a second thought. Little Dean was still out to the world he might still be sleeping when they returned therefore wouldn't cause Sam much trouble. Sammy however might be a little handful. Scrutinizing his brother's features, noticing the dark circles around Sam's eyes and the sluggishness in his movement, Dean felt a surge of guilt. Though he said nothing about it Sam was totally spent. He needed a rest and having Sammy around wouldn't help provide him that.

After all, taking Sammy with him now might not be such a bad idea. Something crossed his mind and he smiled to himself – praising his genius brain for thinking so brilliantly. Taking everything into consideration, Dean nodded at Sammy and said "Come on kiddo! You're comin' with me."

The tot yelped happily and skipped towards Dean. "Where are we goin'?"

"Some place kiddo…and you're going to like it." Dean grinned.

"We gonna' get candy?" Sammy asked excitedly as he tugged at Dean's sleeve.

"Yeah... lots of them." Dean answered back and sniggered at Sam as he closed the door behind them.

Noticing the mischief in Dean's eyes, Sam started to think he might have made a big mistake. Though Dean had done him a good deed by bringing Sammy along, maybe Sam wasn't being very bright by letting the little one go with his big brother. Then glancing down at his younger big brother sleeping on the couch, Sam realized maybe staying back with the kid wasn't clever as well. Now they were both – him and Sammy – vulnerable against their big brothers' paybacks.

Looking around, Sam scanned for the any potential weapons of revenge – superglue, gums or even honey they used as bread spread. Any of those had to be seized immediately.

But the first thing he needed to do was to retrieve the crayons and hide them in a place only he'd know.

...

"Your kid?"

Dean was having so much fun he didn't even realize a woman in her middle age is sitting next to him. In between them was a boy, very much of little Dean's age, whining and shifting uneasily in his seat. It took the woman's vice-like grip on his arm to keep him seated on the chair.

Glancing at Sammy who was behaving pretty nicely, Dean nodded his approval "Yup! My youngest."

Being a parent's not so bad. Dean dared not say that out loud, especially in Sam's presence. But it was true. Admitting that Sammy and young Dean were his sons now was not as hard or as ridiculous as the first time he did days ago. In fact he was feeling rather proud of them now.

"Good kid." She complimented and then leered irately at her son who was squirming to get free from her vice-like grip. "Not like this brat of mine here." Groaning at him through her gritted teeth, she shot a deadly glare at the kid – a warning.

The boy pouted as he crossed his arms, clearly disapproving his mom's idea but at the same time having no choice but to submit to it. "I like it this way…why should I be here?"

"Because I said so." All moms' patented answer.

Dean couldn't help but smile sympathetically at the kid.

Thank God Sammy didn't give him much trouble when he brought him here. The kid was so obedient Dean thought it was almost impossible. Then again, Sam had always been obedient when he was a toddler, well…except during bathing time, or meal time, or…okay, maybe not always, but still he was. Only when he started having a mind of his own had he became rebellious and that seemed to stick to him till now.

"It's so nice of you to bring him here…my husband wouldn't even bother."

Dean smiled his sweetest smile, rewarding the lady for her labor of being a mom to a bratty kid and a wife to an ignorant husband. That was the least he could do to help and seeing how her face brighten Dean was sure he had hit the bull's eye.

"Doing this gives me so much joy." Dean said as he looked at Sammy who was now dozing off in his chair. As the poor woman was admiring him for being a man of every woman's dreams - lost in her own world - she wasn't aware that the guy-next-door's smile on Dean's face slowly faded and was replaced with a grim one.

"So much joy indeed." Dean left that part unspoken.

...

"I can't believe you guys let him draw on me!" Dean mumbled through the rug he used to rub the crayons off his face. His voice was muffled but the annoyance was clearly delivered to Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes, tired of listening to the same complain over and over. Ever since Dean awoke from his slumber, he'd been repeating the same complains. He'd been mumbling his dissatisfaction and annoyance to a point that it exhausted Sam completely.

The first time Dean looked into the bathroom mirror the kid screamed so loud the shrieking pained Sam's ears. Then the same chanting began. The same "I can't believe this!", "My face! My face!", "I'm scarred for life!" or even "I'm gonna' get cancer!" were repeated through the whole course, reliving what Sam had went through with the older Dean before.

And again Sam would assure "They're non-toxic crayons Dean," after each complains.

But this time Sam was tired of the drama, so he pretended not to listen to the young one's latest protest. Instead he tumbled to bed and covered his head with a pillow, making sure his ears are well smothered. Now Sam was wishing Dean had brought the boy along with him when he left to get breakfast twenty minutes ago.

Twenty minutes? Was it really only that long that Dean was gone? Oh God! Sam wasn't sure how long he could keep with this – listening to young Dean's ramble. It was like he was being punished for the crime Sammy had committed – guess somehow he'd gotten the payback Dean had mentioned earlier.

Twenty minutes of Dean rambling non-stop – Sam swore he had seen much better days.

"When are they coming back anyway? I'm starving!"

Hearing that, Sam jackknifed from the bed and stared at Dean. Then he grinned.

"What?" Dean, taken aback by Sam's sudden response, asked nervously.

"Say that again." Sam was still grinning like an idiot. He looked like he was high with something, all dreamy and dopey.

"Say what?" Dean shook his head, unable to digest the information running through his head with Sam giving him that creepy grin. "I was just saying I'm starving."

"Dude!" Sam screeched and laughed like a maniac. "That's the best thing I've heard from you today. I've sworn to God if I am ever to hear any words from you about that crayon thing again…I would shoot myself in the head. You're my savior Dean."

The seven year old rolled his eyes and muttered irately "Har! Har! Funny Sam!"

Hearing the loud rumble of a car approaching and halting in their motel parking lot, Sam pointed to the door. "There's your breakfast." He said before he rose from bed and headed for the bathroom. Sam threw a glance at Dean over his shoulder, jutting his chin towards the door and said "Get the door will ya'?" before closing the bathroom door behind him.

Dean threw his arms in the air and snorted disapprovingly. Why did he have to do everything around here? "Dean, get that. Dean, do this. Dean, stop that." Dean mumbled to himself as he went to answer the door.

"What's taking you-?" Dean fumed but was stopped half-track when he saw the man standing right before him.

"Dean?" Bobby's mouth hung open. He stared at the young boy with wide eyes full of disbelief. "DEAN?"

"Uncle Bobby?" Dean was astonished at first but then a smile appeared on his lips. "Uncle Bobby!" Seeing Bobby was a pleasant surprise. Finally, after days of hanging around with his older self and Sammy's, there was someone he grew up knowing dearly and was familiar with. Dean, too happy meeting Bobby, had forgotten his no-chick-flick moment and threw his arms around Bobby's waist, wrapping the hunter in his embrace.

"Oh! I'm so glad you're here!" Dean buried his face onto Bobby's side, letting a lone tear trickle down his cheek.

Bobby was still overwhelmed by the sight before his eyes and a hug from the kid was the least he was expecting. He really didn't know how to react so he just let his hands hover on top of the kid's head. Then again, thinking that he'd seen too many weird events lately Bobby relented and let his hand drop around Dean's skinny shoulder.

Figuring Dean and Sam had carelessly carried out a séance that back lashed, Bobby assessed the boy. From the look of it, Dean was probably seven or eight. And by the way the kid giving him a bear hug he was definitely having the mind of a kid, not a thirty year old man's mind trapped in a seven year old kid's body. Whatever the brothers had done it only back lashed on Dean because Sam sounded well – not at all a kid – on the phone last night. Bobby was wondering whether this was the problem Sam had called him for earlier.

"Bobby?" Sam came out of the bathroom. A look of relief showed on his face but was soon discarded when he saw the flash of anger displaying on Bobby's face.

"You idjits! What have you done?" He couldn't help fuming though he was relieved to see Sam in his best shape.

"No Bobby! It's not what you think." Sam raised his hands, immediately covering the distance between him and Bobby. He knew exactly what was playing in Bobby's mind and he had to straighten things out before Bobby turned into a monster. When that happened even so called John Winchester wouldn't be able to stop Bobby's monstrosity.

"Don't tell me what I'm thinking boy because I know well what I'm thinking." Bobby's glare pierced right into Sam's eyes and sent a shiver spiraling up his spine.

"I can explain." Sam flashed Bobby the puppy-eyes.

"Don't puppy eye me Sam!" Bobby rolled his eyes and hoped the relenting was not that obvious on his part. He looked down and smiled seeing Dean pulling away from him - perhaps now realizing he had just created a Kodak moment.

How long since Bobby last saw that freckled face? The day John Winchester and his two little boys came knocking at his door was still fresh and vivid in his mind. Dean was only six then and Sam was just a baby. He was just a kid yet Dean had the most vigilant eyes Bobby had ever seen, especially on his kid brother.

"Mi casa es su casa." Bobby stepped aside from the doorway, welcoming in the Winchesters to his home. John was cradling the sleepy Sammy whose head was lolling on his dad's shoulder and young Dean was tugging to his dad's jeans, staring at Bobby with icy cold glare as he followed John into the house.

"Bobby, can you please?" John nodded down to Dean who was staggering on his feet as sleepiness was slowly taking him hostage. Though he was practically leaning against his dad's leg Dean had the dangerous look on his face that warned Bobby not to come near him.

Bobby crouched in front of Dean and flashed the boy the best fatherly smile he could muster. "Hi Dean." He had never have a child of his own – never had the chance – and considering his life now he couldn't afford having one. But when John Winchester asked for his assistance on taking care of his kids while he went out hunting, Bobby found himself succumbing to that.

He remembered meeting Dean and baby Sammy once as John brought them together with him to their meeting place before dropping them at Jim's place. But then the kids were sleeping at the backseat of the Impala, lost to the world. So practically this was their first meeting and Bobby didn't want to intimidate the boy.

Bobby reached out to the kid but the little one backed away, hiding behind his father's leg and peeking at Bobby cautiously.

"It's okay Dean…this is Uncle Bobby, my friend." John hushed as he gently pushed Dean towards Bobby. When his eldest looked up to him John smiled and nodded reassuringly. "We're going to live with him for the time being."

"All of us? You too?" Dean looked at his dad with hopefulness and that was the first time Bobby heard him speak.

"Yeah." John smiled dryly and instantly Bobby knew that was a lie.

Dean's face brightened hearing the response and Bobby's heart was torn apart. However he was caught off guard when the kid flashed him a bright smile filled with sunshine. Only now Bobby believed what people said about happiness been found in the face of a child. He was seeing one. Bobby could see acceptance in that features and he reached out again. This time there was no rejection.

Picking the boy into his arms, Bobby was amazed at how small Dean was yet this small kid had given him such a fretful stare just a moment ago. "Uncle Bobby! You got hair on your face too!" Dean exclaimed with astonishment as his hand ran along Bobby's bearded face. But later he felt too tired to fight sleep and let his head lolled on Bobby's shoulder before slumbering silently.

"Well, look at that…Bobby! I never knew you're gifted with children." John sniggered. He had known Bobby Singer as the fearless hunter, feared by people of their league for his wisdom and sarcasm. Today however John Winchester had witnessed the other side of Bobby Singer and he was amazed.

That remark caused Bobby to laugh out loud, waking up the smallest Winchester from his slumber. The baby stirred restlessly in his dad's arms and then he yawned; his mouth forming a puny O. When he finally opened his eyes, they were confusion and fear in those big brown orbs. His body went stiff at the sight of his older brother in a stranger's arms.

"Sammy?" John called worriedly as he sensed his baby tense. The brown eyes turned glassy with unshed tears and Sammy's plump lips trembled.

The worries in John's voice confirmed the baby's thought that something wasn't right. He reached out for Dean, frantic and desperate, as he lurched forward to touch his big brother. When his attempts failed Sammy started sobbing and later wailed like crazy. His face turned eerily blue and he started hiccupping but never stopped reaching for Dean.

The older men exchanged worried glances.

Dean was awakened by the racket and he looked at Sammy wide eyed. "Sammy?" calling out worriedly, Dean wiggled his way down from Bobby's arms and tugged at John's jeans – gesturing his dad to hand Sammy over to him. John obeyed without protest.

Miraculously Sammy stopped crying as soon as he was in Dean's arms. He stared into his big brother's face and cupped Dean's cheeks in his tiny palms as he sobbed breathlessly. Then the unexpected happened. Sammy threw a death glare towards Bobby's direction and the older man could have sworn the look was murderous. Bobby shuddered.

The baby wrapped his chubby arms around Dean's skinny neck and claimed "Mine!"

Bobby and John were flabbergasted. They couldn't understand Sammy's act of fury and now this. The older men exchanged confused glances and turned to look at the baby.

"Sammy?" John called softly.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!"

"Deannie mine!" Sammy punched a stress in his remark and cuddled in closer to Dean. As he slowly descended into slumber again, the baby was still babbling "Mine…Deannie mine," and finally fell asleep in his brother's embrace.

"I'm yours Sammy…always." Dean's whispers seemed to lull Sammy to sleep.

Dean and Sam Winchester. The boys had changed Bobby's life in so many ways. He owed them the new hope that slowly emerged inside him as he watched them clinging to each other and the least he could do was to make the job of protecting them his devotion.

Bobby never thought he would grow to love the kids so much. But as the years went by the Winchester boys spent more quality time with him than they had with their dad. When John went down the pit, he was their only father figure, and he himself had regarded them as his own.

Looking at Sam, whom now looked awfully young with his guilty face, Bobby snarled "Start explaining."

Sam fidgeted. He didn't know where to start.

Suddenly the door flung open and Dean appeared with breakfast.

"Dean?" Bobby was taken aback. He looked bewilderedly at Dean and then returned his gaze at the seven year old standing next to him.

The older Dean grinned sheepishly "Bobby."

"Uncle Bobbee!" Suddenly young Sam appeared from behind Dean and darted towards Bobby, spreading his arms wide and wrapping them around the older hunter's legs. Bobby gazed down to the mop of brown hair and turned to look at Sam and found the tall man smiling nervously.

Four Winchesters.

Two Deans and two Sams.

At the same time.

Different age.

"Holy Sh-!"

...

Bobby rubbed his aching head. There was a series of loud hammering now steadily thumping at the back of his skull. Observing the brothers sitting around him, Bobby inhaled a deep breath and released it with a heavy sigh.

"You're saying this is the work of Castiel that guardian angel of yours?" Bobby was directing that to Dean – the older Dean.

Dean grumbled. He clearly disapproved Bobby claiming Castiel as his guardian angel but he dared say nothing right now. Not when Bobby was looking like a ferocious monster ready to plunge on his prey. "We think so. No one is capable of time travelling but the angels."

Bobby nodded with agreement. Witches could bring someone's mind into time travelling but not the entire body and soul. So far from the Winchester's experience – Dean's to be precise – proved that angels were capable of messing with time warp or whatever they called it.

"So where's Castiel now?"

Silence cut through the air.

"Dean, Sam, where's Castiel?" Bobby repeated – this time paired with a glare towards the two older brothers. Getting no response from either of the boys, Bobby shook his head with disbelief. "Ya idjits! Do you know what problem you had gotten yourself into?"

"Well…" Dean started but was stopped by Bobby's glare. He gulped and backed away.

"That's rhetorical Dean." Bobby rolled his eyes. "You should be looking for that friggin' angel and make him return the boys to their time!" He reminded.

"We tried." Sam looked at Dean and bit his lips before answering "But we sorta got…distracted."

"Oh yeah…the wraith." Bobby huffed. "And you're saying whatever it inflicted on the kids will get to ya' too?" This was getting complicated. "How?"

"We don't know…maybe it's time travelling law or something," Dean made a random guess. "Whatever the kids did or had experienced seem to be leaving scars or marks, affecting us…like, you know, childhood scar and all." Both Deans displayed the matching scar on their neck.

"If that's the thing…shouldn't you guys be doing something else than hunting now?" Bobby asked, still puzzled over the time travelling idea.

"What do you mean?" Confusion was evident in Sam's expression.

"Well…now that you knew how your life is…what you'd grow up to be...with the knowledge you'd acquired about your future don't you think you would want to change it?" Bobby was looking straight at young Dean who fidgeted restlessly on the floor across him.

"Maybe it's like parallel universe." The older Dean cut in before his secret was made an open book for Sam to read. He didn't want Sam to find out what he used to tell Bobby when he was a kid. "You know like…things that didn't happen in the past will not affect the future and since the kids are in the future with us, there's nothing happening or changing in the past?"

Sam looked at Dean with amazement. "Dean…"

"Shuddup Sam!" Dean cut in before Sam could make any wiseass remarks about his reasoning. He might not be a college boy, but he read a lot.

Sam snorted but his amusement ended abruptly when Bobby shot him the glare. He cleared his throat and coughed out "Sorry."

"The last time Cas brought me back to 1973 Kansas I was there for days but when I came back it was like time had frozen. Nothing changed." Dean recalled and regretted doing it. To think he couldn't stop his mom from making a deal with Azazel just pissed him off.

"What about the scars and pains then? Why do they work differently?"

Dean snapped his fingers. "That one…I don't know."

Bobby scanned the older boys' faces and noticed the white sheen of paleness on both. He'd been told about Dean's condition but he was sure something was wrong with Sam too judging on how tired he looked despite his I'm okay-never-better façade. What was wrong him?

Bobby had a good idea why. Dean's description on how the wraith messed with Sammy might explain why Sam was not well himself. Maybe Sam felt what Sammy had been feeling during the wraith attack. That probably made his condition as bad as Dean's. What bothered Bobby though was why Sammy, who'd been the major victim of the wraith, didn't seem to have any complications at all.

In fact Sammy looked…different. Well, he was still the innocent, chubby and playful Sammy that Bobby found his heart melting for during their first time meeting. But the toddler looked different from Bobby used to remember and it was giving him a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. The anxiety had started from the first time he met the three year old. But he couldn't get a grip on what about the kid that bothered him so much.

"You made a makeover or something on the kid?" Bobby asked, jutting his chin towards Sammy.

Sam's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Sammy and gasped. "Holy f-!" He bit his tongue, not daring to say the word in the presence of the kids. Dean had already rolling on the bed and was laughing hysterically.

Dean snorted "Payback's always sweet you bi…" and thought better. "…big baby."

"I'm not a baby!" Sammy pouted and thumped his feet loudly as he marched towards Dean. He made a stand for his defense by crossing his arms and scrunching his face in front of Dean. He tried really hard to keep a straight face but failed when his face muscle taut, making it sore.

"No matter how old you are…" Dean rose and patted Sammy's head, running his finger through the now-short-not-sasquatch-like mop of brown hair. Then he smiled "…you'll always be a baby Sammy," and continued laughing as the kid started punching him playfully.

"And you hit like a girl too!" Dean guffawed.

"I'm not a girl!"

"Sammy Samantha."

Sam couldn't believe what his brother had done to his younger self. Dean must have been yearning to do it since forever but still, Sam couldn't believe he would go to that extent. That was just too much!

"Sweet! He did do it."

Sam looked down to his side and found little Dean grinning mischievously. There was a look of absolute content on his face but there was also pure evil marring it – at least to Sam that was how that boy looked like. And that just escalated his annoyance. Something in him erupted and he screamed…

"Dean! You heartless JERK!"

…before marching towards his big brother and teaming up with little Sammy to attack on Dean - Sammy with the physical war and Sam with the mouth war.

Rubbing his head, Bobby felt another wave of headache coming around. He sighed tiredly.

"Just another day at work huh Uncle Bobby?" Young Dean sniggered at the older man.

"Ho boy!"

TBC

a/n: Okay! This is another chapter where I'll be leaving for the readers to make out what really happened in the end, what causes Sam's outrage and Dean's amusement. If you're wondering about Bobby's flashback, that was a revised version of my one-shot (one of my earliest stories) Sammy's Own. I'm not promoting it but if you decide to take a peek, I'd suggest you hold on to your seat and get ready to be blown away, not by the story, but by the grammatical errors, LOL. And again, thanks for the great reviews you'd left for the previous chapter. I've yet to reply but I will! *nods head firmly*. Thanks a bunch for reading and subscribing to this story. Love you guys so much!

a/n: Thanks ohgravitysonfire for pointing out the mistakes on the year Dean went back to Kansas to save Mary. That's why I love you so much! ^^