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Turning Tables

Chapter Three: Receiving Some Bad News

Previously: "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."

"I mean really Sam. Shouldn't you have anti-angel symbols or something of the sort?" Balthazar stated as he stood up, brushing shards of glass from the window off of his suit.

Sam was speechless for a moment until he stuttered out "Uhm, Yea I guess we must have gotten the s-symbol wrong." Which in itself was odd seeing as they were experienced hunters who, especially after all they had gone through, would not screw up a simple symbol.

The older man gave a Sam a look that was the equivalent to are you kidding me, and turned his attention to Dean who was sitting wide eyed on the bed, clutching the bed spread.

"Well Dean, you've certainly had better days," he commented.

"Hey! I will have you know I am a very cute kid," Dean pouted. He threw the covers down and ran off the bed to where Sam was still positioned on the ground. "Are you ok?" He asked, unconsciously turning up the cute factor. Sam sighed, and nodded. He asked the same question to Dean who held out a hand and helped him up.

"I have a headache the size of his ego," Dean said, pointing behind him to Balthazar who in turn responded with a look of fake hurt, "But other than that I feel fine. What happened?" he finished.

"Raphael, he-"Sam started to but was cut off by an angry Dean.

"WHAT?! That slimy-"Dean began to rant but it was Sam's turn to cut him off.

"Dean, calm down. Raphael was here and yes, he was the one who gave you that headache," Sam finished, his words becoming quieter at the end of the sentence. The smaller Winchester could sense Sam's hesitation and instead turned his attention to the angel who was impatiently waiting, leaning on the bathroom frame. He watched the two Winchers have their moment before he became bored and started to examine his nails. 'Humans and their moments of pity', Balthazar thought. I wonder if they have any pie. Dean's gotta have some here somewhere…..

"Yo Balthazar are you listening?" Dean asked and threw a pillow at the angel, his thoughts about pie going straight out of his mind like the window he busted in from. Why jump through the window you may ask? It added to the overall special effects. If he was going to do something, the angel was going to do it with style. Besides, Balthazar knew Raphael would not dare harm Dean, not when he had other, bigger fish to fry first.

"To be quite frank with you Dean, no I am not. What I am wondering though, is do you guys have any pie? Preferably cherry?"

"This is not a time for pie!" Sam said, sounding frustrated. In a trade mark Sam move, he ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

And in his true trademark fashion, Dean replied with "It's always time for pie Sam."

"So there's no pie?

"NO PIE GUYS.

….

"Fine but the next time you need my help, don't come crying to me."

"You helped us of your own free will!"

"Oh. Right. Well then you should give me some pie as retribution."

"Gah!"

"Ok, ok. Sam give the man, angel, person thing here some pie. And you. Man, angel, person thing. I need to not be eight years old so if you could work your mojo, that would be great." Balthazar snorted but didn't say anything else.

Sam grumbled to himself but got up and walked to the small kitchen area. It couldn't even really be called a kitchen. I just held a small fridge, a microwave, and the standard stove, sink and counter combination. Inside the mini-fridge held a circular, plastic container filled with none other than cherry pie. It was one of the few times Sam said he was going to get pie, wasn't kidnapped and actually returned home with said pie. That in itself was a miracle.

Balthazar smiled in triumph and then realized he had been basically told off by an eight year old. Dean just smirked to himself and walked into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, audibly locked it and then proceeded to stare at his face. He poked and pinched his cheeks, then stared at his small hands. It was all too weird. Dean really hadn't had time to process the change or the sudden chick-flick moment that had taken place the night before. And what had happened this morning with Raphael? So many questions, so little time. But there was an even bigger question that was looming. How long would he be stuck like this?

In the other room, Sam had given Balthazar a piece of pie. Yes, Balthazar knew why Raphael would harm Dean. No he didn't know where Raphael's headquarters were or when he would strike again. No he could not turn Dean back to normal.

"What do you mean you can't turn Dean back to normal? I thought angels could reverse spells and stuff like that," Sam leaned on his elbows on his thighs. He sat on the bed while Balthazar sat on one of the two chairs that were positioned around the small table.

"I am an angel, not a miracle worker. Isn't it enough that I know who can fix this little predicament and damn this is some good pie," Balthazar responded and took a bite of his pie.

"Well?" Sam questioned after a minute of listening to the chewing of pie.

"Gabriel." was all the angel said.

"Gabriel?" Sam said incredulously. He had believed the archangel to be dead.

"Yes. Dear special Gabe over here. He is an archangel, the only one I might add that will agree to help you. I may not have enough mojo, but he does," Balthazar finished, putting air quotes around the word mojo.

"Ok but how do I find Gabriel?" Sam asked, stunned at this new revelation.

"Oh you can't." Balthazar replied as he ate another piece of pie.

"And why not?" Sam questioned.

"Because he's trapped in heaven." Balthazar simply replied, resting his now empty plate on the table.

"Wait if he's trapped there, and Cas hasn't been answering our calls, does that mean what I think it means?" Sam said hopelessly. This was just great. He now had to add 'rescue angels' to his to-do list.

"You got it Sammy boy. Both Gabriel and Castiel are trapped in the attic due to Raphael. If you ask me, anyone who's stupid enough to follow him to his own turf deserves whatever they get," Balthazar folded his arms across his chest and stared at the bathroom door. He snapped his fingers and suddenly the door fell down to the ground to reveal a startled Dean. He was still poking and prodding his face when the door randomly fell over. He smiled sheepishly and his face turned a new shade of red.

"Hey there Dean. Vain much?" Balthazar smirked.

"Uh, it's not what it looks like. I was just uh…" Dean stuttered and if it was possibly, he could feel his face becoming redder by the second.

"Any way, I know someone who can help," Balthazar said nonchalantly.

"Woa woa woa. Help with what?" Dean asked as he walked out of the bathroom, still looking flustered. Both Sam and Balthazar responded by looking at each other and Sam said "Dean what were you doing for the past 10 minutes?"

"Looking at me-Oh. Yea that," the eight year old said and took a seat next to Sam on the bed.

"Yea that. And the fact that Cas and Gabe are trapped in heaven," Sam replied with his signature Bitch face. It was directed at the non-existent Raphael.

"You mean that the SOB Gabriel is still alive? I thought he was iced by Lucifer," Dean said thoughtfully and began to swing his legs off the edge of the bed.

"Same here. Care to explain that Balth-"Sam began to say but when he turned his attention back to the table, the angel had disappeared. And with the rest of the pie too.

"Sam I hate angels. They're nothing but self-absorbed idiots," Dean replied angrily.

"Normally I would agree but he did save our asses and Castiel isn't that bad," Sam said and stood up. He began to pace around the small room.

"Dude Cas is freakin awesome," Dean countered and got up to go to the kitchen. "Hey Sasquatch, we need some food before we do anything. I'm starving."

"Well at least I can spend less money on food for us. And we need to get you some clothes as well."

"Uh no. Clothes mean that this situation is permanent," Dean countered and shut the barren fridge.

"Dean this is our only option. Come on, let's go get some clothes, food and then we can discuss what Balthazar was saying. He said he knew someone who could help us but he didn't say who and three guesses says it isn't him," Sam reasoned with him. He peaked outside and could see it was still bright and sunny outside. This was good; Sam could take Dean out without a coat. Not that Dean had anything small enough to wear anyway. But Sam couldn't just leave him here….

"Come on Sam. Let's go. I feel like I'm melting in these clothes." And with that, Sam's mind had been made up for him. It was time to take a new eight year old Dean out. This was not going to be fun.

"Sammy I'm not getting any younger, older, you know what I mean. Let's get this show on the road here."

"Uh Dean, what are you going to wear? Nothing fits remember?"

"Oh right. Well we'll just…make something up. You watched Project Runway before and you know how to sew. What's the worst that could happen?"

45 Minutes Later…

The worst that could happen, well Dean will let you know when he gets there, Sam thought. The Winchesters had tried unsuccessfully to get Dean to look decent. Nothing worked. So they improvised. One of Sam's shirts had been cut down to size and Dean had to sacrifice a precious pair of jeans for the cause. The End result? Dean looked like he had been taken out of a refugee camp in Africa. It was not good. And don't even get Sam started on shoes. There was simply nothing they could do in that department.

Sam and Dean were now in a diner after an uncomfortable trip to the nearest Target. They pair had a hard enough time finding clothes, not to mention all of the strange looks that people had given them. Sam knew they had to leave after eating before someone called child services.

Dean was now the proud owner of four new outfits, a pair of shoes and two pairs of pajamas. He was currently wearing a blue and orange tee-shirt with a picture of a baseball on the front and a pair of blue jeans. Dean insisted it had to be something that didn't make him look stupid which was a lot easier said than done. His necklace was wrapped around his neck twice in order to make sure it remained stable. He would not, could not, lose that.

"Hello folks. What can I get you guys today?" a blonde haired waitress asked the pair. Her name tag read Sally.

"Well Sally I will have the Caesar salad with Ranch on the side and a coke and Dean buddy, what do you want?" Sam asked, turning his attention to his brother who, they had agreed, would be posing as Sam's son.

"I'll have the chicken fingers and French fries please," Dean said, giving the waitress a blinding smile.

"Ok and what would you like to drink honey?" Sally asked, writing down the orders.

"A Coke please," Dean replied, turning up the cute factor.

"Sure thing there cutie pie. I'll be right back with your drinks," and with that the waitress left, a small smile on her lips at the sight of the adorable father and son.

"Wow Dean. Way to turn up the cute factor," Sam smiled across the booth to his brother. Maybe he could enjoy this a little bit.

"Hey don't get sentimental on me now. I'm still me. I can still charm the ladies," Dean said, pretending to slick his hair back and then waggled his eyebrows.

Or not.

"Yea well don't get too cocky. We still have no idea how to get you back to normal. And the only person who knows how to help is trapped in heaven with Castiel," Sam reminded him.

"Yea. There's that. I refuse to be like this!" Dean pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hey there little buddy. Don't be sad. I got your drinks right here," Sally said as she arrived at their table. She handed the respective drinks to the Winchesters and left with the promise of food in a few minutes.

"I like her. She's nice," Dean commented, taking a sip of his coke. Meanwhile, Sam just stared at him. He was suddenly transported through a memory of their father, Dean and him at a small diner in Indiana. They had just iced a shape shifter- not that Sam new it at the time. He was only four after all. But he remembered Dean laughing because coke shot out his nose. This was crystal clear to him.

"And here you go sir, here's your salad." Sam's thoughts were broken as Sally appeared and handed him his salad.

"Here you go little man," Sally said and gave Dean his chicken fingers. The two said thank you and Sally left, glad to be of service.

"So what were you thinking of?" Dean asked as he began to inhale his French fries. Sam instantly felt guilty; he had practically starved the kid.

"Do you remember when-"Sam started to say.

"Sam, we are not doing this. It's a temporary situation; I will not be like this forever. No more chick-flick moments ok?" Dean gave Sam a trademark eight year old face. He could really get used to this for a few days.

"Fine. No more chick-flick moments. But can we at least talk about what we are going to do?" Sam asked while stuffing a bite of salad in his mouth. At the taste of the perfect combination between hydrated lettuce and ranch, Sam realized how hungry he really was and began to rapidly eat the salad. Keeping in mind he was still in a public place, Sam slowed his chewing and opted to savor the food instead.

"Not right now. I want to eat first and then have some cherry pie 'cause Balthazar stole ours. That will never be forgotten!" Dean declared, holding a fry in the air to illustrate his point.

"Slow down there Ricky Bobby. We can enjoy our meal first, then and only then can we enact revenge on the angels. We will get you back to normal or my name isn't Sam. Long live the Winchesters," Sam toasted and held up his drink. Dean smiled but did the same and the two clinked glasses. Long live the Winchesters.

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