-Hey guys! I really like writing this story so my muse is just flowing :) There will probably be about 2 more chapters, with pretty much everyone being protective about Sam. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Tell me if you want me to include any other specific characters.
Sam felt panic shooting through his body and he reached up and patted his head. His hair was shaggy like it was when he was in Stanford.
Thank Chuck I passed puberty. I think I would kill myself if I had to go through that nightmare again.
Sam heard commotion from the other room and heard a gunshot.
"Dean!" Sam barged into the room to see Dean standing over the witch's dead body.
"Sammy?!" Dean looked at him in astonishment. "Holy hell, what did that bitch do to you? Are you hurt?"
Dean immediately ran over to him and began patting him down.
"Dean, I'm fine." Sam tried squirming away. "I just got de-aged down to about 22."
Dean looked at Sam with an emotion on his face that Sam couldn't identify.
"Come on, we better get you back to the bunker so we can get you changed back." Dean hustled him out of the house and into the impala.
As they drove, Dean kept glancing over at him.
"Dude, stop!" Sam shouted at him.
"What?" Dean replied defensively.
Sam glared pointedly at him.
"You keep glancing over at me. It's creeping me out."
Dean kept his gaze fixed on the road in front of him as he replied, "Sorry man, it's just so weird seeing you this young. Reminds me of the good old days."
Now Dean glanced over at him with a fond smile on his face.
Sam couldn't help but grin back.
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
The rest of the way to the bunker was passed in comfortable silence.
Suddenly, a thought crossed Sam's brain, and he had to stifle laughter.
"What are you smiling about?" Dean asked with a perplexed look on his face.
"Sorry," Sam grinned. "I'm just imagining Jack's reaction to me being de-aged."
Dean also let out a little laugh.
"He probably won't even recognize you, without your Disney princess hair."
Sam just rolled his eyes while Dean smirked at him.
The bunker came into sight and Dean parked the impala in the garage and got out, calling for Jack.
"Hey kid, I got a surprise for you!"
They heard a crash, and then the sound of running footsteps.
"A surprise! What is it? Is it nougat? Wait I know it's a light-saber right? Or is it-"
Jack skidded to a stop in front of them, his mouth hanging open as he looked at Sam.
"Sam? Is that you?"
Sam gave Jack a sheepish smile.
"Yeah, the witch we were hunting managed to get me with a spell before we killed her. I'm alright though." He hastily added, seeing Jack's concerned look.
"Yeah, he got hit," Dean interjected angrily, "because he pushed me out of the way."
Sam glared at Dean. "We've been over this Dean. You're not the only self-sacrificing one in this family."
Dean just let out a angry huff.
"But Sam, I thought the witch you were hunting ages people up, not down." Jack questioned.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows.
"I know, that's what's got me confused as well. Technically speaking, I should be around 85 since the spell adds 30 years to my age. But instead, I'm 22."
"Look Sammy," Dean said quietly, "maybe we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. You can think of this as your second chance."
Sam could practically feel his blood boiling.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean Dean? You think just because I'm 22 again, I'm gonna leave you for Stanford?! Well guess again big brother. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not!" Sam stormed out of the room.
"Hey wait Sammy," Dean called after him, "where are you going?"
Sam turned his head around and glared at Dean.
"To find a reverse spell jerk."
Jack and Dean stood alone in silence.
"Soooo," Jack said awkwardly, "does this mean Sam's my brother now? And I just wanted to let you know that his hair is really awesome."
Dean just walked out of the room.