ANOTHER CHAP! SO IT TOOK SO LONG! I HAVE A LOT ON MY PLATE, THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!
Dean pulled Sam up the stairs.
"Dean!" Sam yelled from behind.
The older brother was excited, he hadn't eaten a cooked breakfast in forever. He loved staying at Bobby's and this was why.
"DEAN!" The high pitched call came from behind again.
Dean turned to face Sam. "What?"
"Your going too fast!" Sam untangled his hand from his brother's and stood crossing his arms.
"Then I'll just have to carry you!"
"No Dean, I'm a big boy now, I don't need-" Just as Sam was in mid sentence he had been scooped up and rushed the rest of the way by his brother.
The young boy pushed until Dean plopped him back on the ground and scrambled up onto the table.
Sam patiently pulled himself, along with help from his big brother, up onto the chair next to him.
Dean watched intensely as Bobby put a pile of scrambled eggs on each plate.
Sam licked his lips when he had placed their plates on the table.
The older brother quickly started shoving eggs in his mouth.
"Dean, use a fork." Bobby passed it to him.
"Sorry!" Dean sighed.
Sam sat there for a second, watching his brother.
"Come on you act like your 6-" Bobby stopped, realizing his age now.
Sam lifted his arm, picking up the fork and begun eating.
The older man stood there for a few moments then asked, "Where's Cas?"
Dean looked up, "he's coming."
"Yeah he said he was thinking!" The younger brother added, taking a bite from his strip of bacon.
Bobby shook his head, he hoped they were able to fix this soon, taking care of children was not on his to do list this week.
The man looked down to see a small Dean, checks stuck out like a chipmunk, holding out his empty plate.
"Mfor pwefs." Bobby quickly translated his word for 'more please' and picked up his plate.
"So you're complete kids now? Mentally I mean."
Suddenly there was a loud shriek.
The hunter turned to see the older brother tickling Sam.
"Dean stop!" The younger brother laughed. "Stop it!"
"Whose going to make me?" Dean smiled, lifting his brother out of the chair and tickling him further.
Bobby smiled, "Dean, let go of your brother."
The child in question stopped, he gave Sam's hair a bit of a rub then put him back in his chair.
The younger brother giggled as he tried to fix his hair.
The hunter walked over, dropping the second plate in front of Dean.
The older Winchester's eyes lit up at the sight of more food.
"Hello," a small squeak came from behind.
The two Winchesters turned to see a smiling, tiny Castiel standing in the middle of the room.
"Look!" Dean held his plate up above his head to show then younger boy. "Breakfast!"
Bobby watched the little angel scoop up his coat, trying his best not to trip, he made his way over to the table.
Castiel pulled himself on top of the creaking wooden chair.
He sat on the other side of Sam, watching the two.
The younger brother looked over at the new boy.
"Why are you so happy?" The messy haired little boy asked.
Castiel smiled at Sam. "Because I had a dream last night!"
Dean stopped eating. "I had a dream too! I was fighting a werwolf." The young hunter threw his hands in the air. "It was HUDGE!"
"Wow," The little Sam gasped. "Were you scared?"
"Nah!" The older brother grinned. "I easily took it out single handily!"
"How?" Castiel looked deeply interested.
"Well," Dean smirked, ready to start his amazing story.
Suddenly the hunter was on top of the table, looking down at his audience,
"One came at me from the right! I dived between his legs! Then I turn, covered in mud, I drew my pistol and with one quick movement there was a silver bullet in its head."
"Whoa..." Castiel and Sam gasped in unison.
"Alright werwolf hunter," Bobby came back out of the kitchen. "Get off the table."
The brother sighed as he clambered back down to his seat.
Bobby placed a plate in front of the angel.
"So what was your dream about?" Sam squeaked.
"It was amazing," Castiel smiled. "I was in a forest, by a pond, and there were fish! And it rained! It felt so, peaceful."
Sam grinned as Dean rolled his eyes. "Sounds boring, give me a fight!"
"Dean," Bobby called, "it's not the fact it was boring, it was his first dream."
This felt strange, Bobby was having flashbacks of younger Sam and Dean left and right, and here they were again.
Castiel lifted a piece of bacon, dangling it in front of his face as he stared at it.
"It's good."
"Huh?" The angel turned to see the two year old Sam munching on his own.
"It's really good, try it!"
Castiel turned back and hesitantly placed the whole piece into his mouth.
Dean leaned over, "Do you like it?"
Because of his mouth being filled with food the angel just nodded, smiling.
Bobby scratched his head as he watched the three eat, they were gone now, the real Sam, Dean and Cas. How was he suppose to bring them back alone?
The older man sighed at the thought.
Suddenly Dean flicked a fork full of egg at Castiel. Sam laughed so hard his face was red while the angel glances around, once he realized who did it he lifted his own fork and flicked some at Dean.
The three sat in their chairs giggling.
Bobby smiled, maybe this wasn't going to be that bad.
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