Hi guys! So I have about 6 chapters of this bad boy written out but for some reason I just never updated….I appreciate the reviews! Thanks to everyone who has read this! This is a slightly smaller chapter than the first one only because I wasn't sure where I was going to go with it.

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Turning Tables

Chapter Two: Turning Back the Clock

Previously: And Dean launched himself into Sam's arms. He just needed to be held- as girly as that sounded- and he needed to be held by Sam. He would blame it on the sudden change of age later but right now he just needed to cry.

"Dean, it's going to be ok. We are going to get you back to your old, 32 year old self. That I promise you," Sam said, hugging Dean back with all that he had. The two were bathroom floor and engaged in what Dean affectionately called a 'chick-flick moment.'

"I don't like being smaller than you. Well, smaller than usual. You're really are like a Sasquatch from all the way down here," Dean said, looking up at the massive figure that was Sam. Sam had now stood up and was awkwardly leaning against the sink while Dean took a seat of the toilet. The bathroom wasn't clean per say and it was really bothering Sam. He wanted to leave the vicinity as soon as possible but first he had to make sure Dean wasn't hurt more than he had previously thought.

"Oh ha ha. Do you feel any pain?" Sam asked, bending down to Dean's level. It was just so weird to see Dean looking so small and so innocent. A fierce emotion over swept Sam. He just wanted to pull Dean into his arms and protect him from the world.

"Uh Sam? You're kinda crushing me…" Dean trailed off and Sam realized he was fiercely hugging his brother.

"Uh right. Sorry 'bout that," Sam said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are you ok Sam? I mean I'm the one was turned into a freaking eight year old. I should be the one who is in emotional trauma here," Dean said, walking out of the bathroom. Sam's cell had suddenly begun to ring and Dean left the bathroom to go pick it up. He ran back as quickly as he left, leaving Sam slightly stunned at his speed. Dean on the other hand, was put out when he realized he wasn't fast enough and missed the call.

"You called Bobby?" Dean asked sounding surprised. He thought that Sam would still be on the phone with him, yelling and bitching at the old man to get some answers. Then again he didn't expect Sam to break down the bathroom door either.

"Duh Dean," Sam said nonchalantly. His eyes widened as a horrible thought entered his head. If Dean was physically 8, was he mentally eight as well? It wouldn't be unlikely, but it still worried Sam to no end. "Are you sure you're mentally 32? If not, it's ok. We can fix this somehow," Sam assured him, gently taking the phone away from Dean's small hands. Dean could see that Sam was serious. Oh hell no.

"Sammy, I am me. I can prove it," Dean sucked in a big breath and began to tell a shortened version of their lives.

"You gave me this necklace when we were kids," Dean toyed with the necklace between his fingers. "It was originally meant for Dad but he never showed up on Christmas day. I brought you back to life when that demon iced you. I had that freakish disease where I was afraid of everything and even yelled at the sight of a cat. But in my defense, the cat came out of nowhere…" Dean mused. He looked in the mirror, taking in his appearance for a second before continuing.

"I went to hell for four months. I was the one who carried you out of the fire that killed our mother. I am Dean Winchester!" Dean finished with a whisper. All was silent in the dinky motel room as Sam stared at his brother.

As young as Dean looked, it really was him. "Ok Dean I believe you. But we still need to talk to Bobby. He can help us or-"Suddenly Sam paused. Why the heck hadn't he thought of it sooner?

"Castiel, um, Dean and I could really use your help down here on earth. So if you're listening, we really need you," Sam said awkwardly. He always felt weird praying to Cas. That was more of Dean's thing.

"Of course! Cas can help!" Dean said, walking out of the bathroom and over to the bed, flopping down on it. Sam followed and sat down on the next bed. The two Winchesters waited patiently for the angel that proved time and time again he cared about the two brothers. After thirty seconds, Dean started to complain.

"Where's Cas? He usually uses his angel mojo and invades our personal space. Where is he?" Dean asked, starting to become aggravated.

"Dean, Calm down," Sam said, joining him on the bed. "We haven't really seen or heard from Cas in a while. Maybe he's gotten himself into some sort of trouble?" Sam said, his mind already churning out multiple possibilities.

Suddenly Sam's phone began to ring.

"I'll get it!" Dean yelled and jumped off of the bed. He ran toward the coffee table and snagged Sam's phone. Sam barely had time to react before Dean was already chatting away on the phone. By the nature of the conversation, Sam could guess that Bobby was having a hard time believing that it was indeed Dean he was talking to.

"Come on Castiel. Where are you?" Sam muttered.

Meanwhile…

"Gabriel how could this have happened? One minute we are down on earth, and the next we are trapped in heaven. What did you do?" Castiel complained as he sat down on the stone bench and put his head in his hands.

"Well little bro, it's really quite simply. Raphael is a dick," Gabriel explained, taking a seat next to his brother on the stone. He wrapped his arm around the younger angel and tried to comfort his brother.

"But why do this now? Why not wait until some crucial battle or attack? Why would he lead us out of the blue?"

Gabriel sighed. "I don't know Castiel. Maybe he got bored and wanted to toy with us? I mean, that's what I would do." Castiel just stared at him.

"What? It's quite fun when you're not on the receiving end. But when I get my hands on Raphe here, he's gonna regret this, big time."

The two were trapped in heaven. Raphael had blindsided them both and lured them into Cas's favorite heaven; the one with the man who would be forever flying the kite in his garden paradise. Both Gabriel and Castiel knew that something was up the second Raphael came to them for help; he claimed there were a group of rouge angels planning to get the jump on the Winchesters. Of course it involved them. What doesn't?

Naturally, the two angels followed Raphael to ensure the safety of their beloved humans. The two were cautious, but not cautious enough. Raphael lured them into the section of heaven, said some things that Gabriel would not care to repeat (at least not until they fully knew what was going on), and then threw some sort of weird symbol at them, similar to the ones used to trap demons. Needless to say, Gabriel was pissed he did not see this coming. He should have known something was up; Raphael didn't care about anyone but himself.

When Castiel first tried to 'poof' out of the small garden, nothing happened. So he tried again. Then Gabriel tried as well. Nothing happened. Until they found the red lines that is. Lightly shimmering networks of red lines were seemingly thrown at random until Castiel could get a better look. The lines made a pattern; a pattern that was created to specifically trap angels. It hadn't been used up until now, up until the war in heaven.

"Castiel, um, Dean and I could really use your help down here on earth. So if you're listening, we really need you."

Castiel's head shot up out of his hands. Sam Winchester was calling him.

"Gabriel! Sam, he needs me. I-"Castiel started to say. He got up and started to pace around the small meadow. The man who was flying a kite a few feet to their left paid them no attention.

"And pray tell Cas, how are we supposed to get there? We're trapped remember? We're lucky our powers still work." Gabriel not-so-gently reminded him. Gabriel knew that Castiel cared deeply for the Winchester Brothers, as much as he tried to hide it.

Castiel tried. He really did. He tried to ignore the familiar pull that Sam's voice inflicted upon him. But he would have to try harder. Gabriel was right; there was nothing they could do. They were like mice in maze; trapped with no way to escape.

Back to the Winchesters!

"Well Sammy, I doubt Castiel is going to come down here any time soon. We're on our own," Dean said, still lying on the bed. The whole 8 year old thing was very annoying.

"We just need to hold out for a day or two. I'm sure being eight isn't that bad," Sam noted, sitting up next to Dean.

"Sam, I'm short! This does not bode well with me. Plus…." Dean muttered something at the end.

"What did you say?" Sam asked him, already having a good idea of what it was.

"I said, I can't protect you anymore," Dean said quietly. He didn't like feeling helpless.

"Dean, I think it's time I take care of you for once. You have done everything in the world for me. Let me repay the favor," Sam said, putting an arm around his brother. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

The pair set in silence for a few seconds as they took in the entire day. What seemed like hours later but in reality was only a minute, Sam turned to see that Dean had fallen asleep against his shoulder. Sam let a small smile escape his lips as Dean looked so, so innocent. He picked his seemingly younger brother and laid him on the bed that Sam usually claimed. When Dean woke up, he was going to be pissed. But Sam didn't care. He would gladly suffer the consequences.

"Good night Dean," Sam whispered, set up shop at the table and turned on his laptop. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did.

After a very stressful night….

Sam awoke to a rustling with in the room. He had a headache, most likely from the fact that he fell asleep on his key board. There was probably going to be an indentation of a square somewhere on his face. He was up all night researching on how to get Dean back to his normal self and he had come up with a few theories but none of them were concrete.

Sam sleepily surveyed the room, but he found nothing out of the ordinary. Dean was still asleep on the bed, curled up into a ball. Sam turned back to his laptop and found it to be 7:30.

"Hello Sam."

Sam whipped his body around to see the one person he most dreaded to see. That and surprised. What the hell…

"How's Dean doing now that he's been, for lack of better word, degraded?" Raphael said his fingertips ghosting over Dean's forehead. Dean's face scrunched up, but the rest of his body remained perfectly still.

"Get away from him," Sam slowly stood up and shut his laptop. The angel just smiled, but didn't move an inch. Dean didn't seem to know what was happening; he was still entangled in a dream of lollipops and baseball diamonds. It was an odd combination but it kept him satisfied. Sam hoped with every fiber in his being that Dean would not wake up anytime soon.

"Oh Sammy. You're not going to get him back to normal," Raphael said, slowly walking away from the bed, but always an arm's length away. He needed leverage.

"You did this? Why?" Sam asked, stunned. He knew the angel didn't like them, but why go through all the trouble of turning Dean back to eight? Sam's back was to the coffee table that held his laptop and his hand closed around the knife that he had always kept handy in his back pocket. If only he could get a clear path…

"I'm actually quite surprised you haven't figured it out yet. Yes, I'm the one that sent the witches your way. Yes, I was the one who gave Amber specific orders to throw the green dust/powder on Dean. It was all me." It was at this point that Raphael paused to get a better look at Dean. All was going according plan. Sam thought it looked like the angel was going to add something else to brag about as a cold looked passed through his eyes.

"You two are the dream team. It's time I broke that up. And once I do, I have plans for the two of you," Raphael finished with an evil smile. He reached over and touched Dean's forehead.

The next few seconds were a blur for Sam. He could hear Dean scream in pain and then the breaking of the window. He remembered leaping on the angel and cutting him with the knife that he had materialized during Raphael's speech. The gash that was produced on the angel's leg was something that Sam should be proud of. Dean's screams were effectively cut off and Sam had Raphael pinned to the ground. But something pulled Sam off and within the second the angel had disappeared but not before sending a wide eyed look of surprise Sam's way.

Sam lay on the floor for a fraction of second before getting up to see if his brother was ok. Dean was siting wide eyed on the bed and practically shaking.

"Balthazar?" the shaking boy whispered.

Sam turned his head to see the older angel panting.

"Geez Sam. You think you could do a better job defending against angels."

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