Age is just a number… and for the Winchesters, the dates on their birth certificates don't reflect their experiences even before the fairy whammied them, or rewarded them depending on which brother you believe, by de-aging them. Sam has asked their friend Charlie to fly to Corpus Christi and help set up new identities.

Charlie is all hugs when Sam opens the hotel room door, that is once she gets over her first impression. "Holy, crap, Sam! Well, you are still too tall, that's for sure. And I love the haircut. Bangs suit your face," Charlie starts her enthusiastic greetings by launching up into a hug as soon as the door to the hotel suite closed. "Now, where's Dean. This, I gotta see."

Dean is in the bedroom with the door closed listening to music with ear buds in, just trying to relax after the emotionally tiring experiences of shopping and talking about his feelings. His attitude devolved further when Sam made him move to the bed furthest from the door, the protected bed in Winchester family tradition… the little brother bed. He opens his eyes when Charlie bounces on the bed beside him, grinning back at her infectious smile. But at her first words, Dean turns grim.

"Aren't you pretty?" Charlie asks, as Sam tries to get her attention gesturing wildly. "Damn, if we put a long wig on you, you'd look like Rapunzel the Disney princess." She pats his cheek. "Don't worry, sweetie, you're still not my type."

Dean is practically growling, in a softer pitch than he is used to. "Not funny," he says as he stalks like an angry tiger cub past her into the living area of the suite Sam insisted they needed. He opens the apartment-sized refrigerator, calling over his shoulder to ask what their guest would like to drink.

His head pulls out of the refrigerator a moment later. "Where's the beer, Sam?"

"We must have forgotten it," Sam says. "Drink the milk I bought." Dean makes a face.

Sam has taken Dean's absence from the immediate vicinity as the walk down the small hall to whisperingly tell Charlie about the pedophile, asking her to lay off talking about how pretty Dean is for now. Charlie agrees immediately, and she figures she knows why Dean can't find any beer. It seems to her that Sam is flexing his big brother muscles.

To head off a scene, she tells Dean she'd love a bottle of cold water. Dean carries three water bottles to the table where Charlie is setting up her laptops and a photo quality printer.

"So, we need names, birth certificates, a driver's license, registration for the car, insurance policy," Charlie is making notes on a pad of paper. "What else do we need?" Sam says they need some kind of custody paperwork, maybe death certificates of their fake parents, and school transcripts for them both.

How old they should be now is a matter of debate - long, loud debate – as Charlie works to create a paper trail making their current appearances match their new identities and paperwork. "Hey, I need a driver's license, too," Dean says, but both Sam and Charlie shake their heads at him. They say that Dean looks way too young to pull it off.

Dean gets very little that he requests from the paperwork, and threatens to kick Sam's butt when the taller brother insists on a birthdate making Sam 21, almost 22, while setting Dean's at just turned 14. "Bring it, Shorty," Sam laughs while holding his shorter brother at arm's length until Dean ducks from under his hand to walk away and plop down on the couch.

When Charlie is finished, Samuel John Singer, born May 2, 1991, has court ordered legal custody of his orphaned little brother, Dean Robert Singer, born Jan. 24, 1999. They have birth certificates, transcripts, and parent death certificates that - through Charlie's stellar hacking ability - are embedded in South Dakota's data banks. Charlie even has a laminator to make the driver's license ready for use. She waives off Sam's offer of any payment except travel reimbursement, and dinner. "I'm starving, Sam. I need food," she says plaintively.

Dean's stomach lets out an audible agreement; and Sam remembers that he hasn't eaten or fed his brother lunch, and now it's dinner time. Sam sighs to himself. Day one of being an older brother and he's already falling down on the job. Looking at how thin his brother looks, Sam thinks back to the many times Dean said he wasn't hungry growing up so that Sam could have more to eat. He wonders if hunger during his growing years affected how tall Dean ends up being, and resolves to pick up vitamins while he's out.

"Pizza good?" Sam asks, getting a yes from Charlie and a stiff nod from Dean, who is still pissed off about the hand on the head thing. "Well, I'm going to order it and run by the grocery to pick up a few things. Anything else we need?"

Dean looks up at him hopefully. "Pie?" Sam nods. The happy smile on Dean's face speaks of forgiveness, and Sam heads out after helping Charlie hook up a video game system. Charlie and Dean throw pillows on the floor of the living area and settle in to a night of video competition. Sam thinks she may be the best babysitter ever.

Later that evening, Charlie is sitting on the couch stroking Dean's hair gently. He has fallen asleep with his head cushioned on her lap. Asleep, he looks angelic.

"He asleep?" Sam asks from in front of his laptop.

"Yeah," Charlie answers softly. Dean had confided his worries to her when Sam was gone earlier, and while she had tried to comfort him earlier, Dean's fears have infected her too. "Sam, earlier, why'd you have me put transcripts together for you?"

Sam looks over at her. "I'm thinking of going back to college."

Charlie stills for a moment. "What about breaking this curse or spell, or whatever it is? I'm kind of worried about Dean here. He's pretty miserable at the thought of being a teenager again."

Sam moves over to perch on the coffee table in front of them. He reaches over to brush the hair from Dean's forehead. "Well, first, we don't know if we can even find her or make her change it. Second, why would it be so bad? We could live a normal life. I'll look after him." Sam catches her gaze. Sees she doesn't agree with him. "We may not have a choice, you know."

Charlie looks at Sam sadly. "I don't think Dean has a choice either, Sam. I think he's a hunter whether you want him to be or not." She shakes her head at him. "I don't think you should be trying to change who he is."

Sam's glare answers her. He gently lifts his brother to carry him to his own bed, telling her that he'll bring back pillows and a blanket for her to use on the sofa bed. "I think this might be a chance for my brother to live longer, and to live safer than he has ever been as a hunter. I don't want to squander this."