Author's Note: This was written last night but I didn't feel comfortable posting it until I had edited it hence why it's going up this morning, which means two chapters for today! Today's first prompt comes from Cdw43 who asked for, "I would like to see Dean dealing with a de-aged Sam (mentally, not physically) around Christmas time. (but please don't have 6'4" Sam sitting on Santa's lap!)" This is actually my first de-aged fic of any kind so thank you for that! So, I hope this is what you wanted. Please enjoy! We're going to set this in season 5. Please enjoy!

"I saw three ships come sailing in

On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;

I saw three ships come sailing in

On Christmas Day in the morning."

—Blackmore's Night, "I Saw Three Ships"

"Please."

"No." He gripped the woman's porcelain skin tight enough to leave a bruise, but she didn't so much as flinch. Her expression was as cold as her ice-blue eyes and frankly, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to get through to her. What he would give to be able to kill her, but that wasn't in the cards.

Not with Sam's wellbeing on the line.

"Please! I'm begging you—!" It was a huge admission—he never discussed his feelings with anyone other than Sam and even in those cases, rarely. To tell this woman—this witch—how much he needed everything to be fixed was as low as he could go with a stranger.

"Oh, so the infamous hunter Dean Winchester is begging me to reverse the one wish that he asked me for?" Her pale pink lips tilted upwards in a smirk. She sat down on the motel room bed and her eyes travelled out the window where Sam was running around in the snow with Castiel.

"I didn't wish—!" He growled, tired of repeating himself to her but her eyebrows simply rose. Calmly—too eerily calm—she smoothed some of her hair back before meeting his gaze.

"You said, "Sam, I wish you would act like you used to do during Christmas!' did you not?" His face fell and she smiled triumphantly. "You should be happy. You got what you asked for."

"But I want Sam back!" Dean hissed and she sighed.

"That's the problem with humans," She started wearily, rising from the bed and heading to the door. "You're never content." Her hand touched the doorknob when Dean finally called out,

"Sam's defenseless like this. He could say yes to Lucifer without truly understanding what that would mean. Do you want to be responsible for that?" She hesitated and Dean continued. "Please. I need him back."

She froze, her expression softening at the sound of how truly distraught Dean was. With a little sigh, she let her hand fall from the doorknob, her mind made up. Spinning around, she faced him once more. He held his breath and waited.

"I need the rest of today to gather everything," She told him. "And once I've restored Sam, you never come back here again. You start thinking before you speak. Deal, Dean?"

"Deal." He breathed, never having been so relieved in his life.

"Very well. I will be back tonight."

With a nod, she waved her hand and was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, beaming as he rushed over to his older brother. "Look, look, Cas and me made snowballs!" He held out his hand, clearly proud of his misshapen ball of snow. Castiel appeared more confused by his though.

"I don't understand," The angel of the Lord mumbled. "What is the purpose of this?" Sam chuckled and faced the angel.

"To do this!" He lobbed the snowball at Castiel who was too stunned to do anything but let it hit him. Snow scattered down his trench coat and the angel glanced at Dean, secretly asking for help.

"Okay, Sammy," Dean told his younger sibling. "That's enough for now. Why don't we go have some hot chocolate, okay?" His younger sibling's eyes widened and a smile lit up his face.

"Really, Dean?"

"Yeah, kiddo." He couldn't help but chuckle as the memories of an eight-year-old Sam filled his mind once. He would be lying if he said it wasn't nice to see this side of Sam—the happy-go-lucky, guilt free, happy side that his brother kept locked away behind a wall of guilt and grief.

"Did you speak with her?" Castiel questioned gravely as Sam rushed into the motel room. Dean ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Yeah."

"And?" The angel prodded.

"She'll be back tonight to reverse the spell."

"That is good news." Castiel breathed, clearly relieved.

And though Dean was glad he was going to be getting his brother back, he had to admit that he would miss this younger version of him.

They had been fighting when it had happened. Dean couldn't remember over what—the impending apocalypse caused so much stress that not a day would go by when they didn't bicker or something—but he was sure it had to do with Christmas. He had wanted to celebrate and Sam had, of course, wanted to research.

"Lighten up, Sammy!" Dean had chided. "It's Christmas! We'll go meet up with Bobby and Cas can—"

"Dean, if we can't stop this," Sam began with a weary sigh. "There won't be Christmas next year!" They had glared at each other before Dean had impulsively shouted, for the entire world to hear,

"Sam, I wish you would act like you used to do during Christmas!" Sam's mouth had opened to say something, but all that came out was a strangled cry of pain as he grabbed his head and collapsed onto the ground.

It had scared the shit out of Dean. He had checked to make sure that his brother was still breathing before frantically summoning Castiel. After explaining what had occurred, the angel had placed a hand on Sam's forehead before jerking it back in surprise as Sam's eyes opened.

"Sammy, you with me?" Dean questioned quickly.

"Dean?" Sam's face was drawn in confusion and pain.

"You okay?" Sam nodded. "Good."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" He was a bit distracted, flipping through the books they had spread out on the table, looking for whatever had just occurred to be explained in them.

"Where's Dad?"

He had almost fallen out of his chair in response.

Thus, it soon became clear—especially after Castiel looked over him—that Sam had regressed back to being an eight-year-old trapped in an older body. After some careful explaining—Dad's out, Sammy, and um, he won't be back for awhile—and hiding all the mirrors—the last thing they needed was Sam to start asking questions about why he looked different—Castiel had been left in charge of babysitting while Dean tracked down whomever was responsible for this mess.

And now, they just had to make it through the rest of the day.

"Cas, Cas!" Sam exclaimed, rushing to the angel's side, hot cocoa mug in hand.

"Careful, Sammy!" Dean chided, though Sam ignored him.

"Try some, try some!" He chirped, placing the mug on the table.

"That is for you, though." Castiel protested half-heartedly.

"But you never had any, right?" The angel nodded and Sam beamed. "Good, you can try it!" He waited with baited breath ad Castiel brought the mug to his lips and drank a sip. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, he licked his lips. "Well, do you like it?"

"Yes." He finally admitted, a small smile on his face.

"Good!" Sam beamed. "See, Dean? Told you!" Dean chuckled dryly and nodded his head.

"Yeah, Sammy, you were right."

"I'm always right!" Sam continued and Dean scoffed.

"No way," He told his little brother. "I'm always right." Sam giggled and nodded his head in agreement. Dean grinned, seeing at how happy his little brother was. Maybe this wish hadn't turned out so badly. Don't get him wrong, he needed his brother back to behaving his proper age, but seeing this version of Sam had certainly lifted some of the weight off his shoulders. It had been nice to just enjoy the day without worrying about the impending apocalypse. Sam was happy, Cas seemed to be enjoying himself and Dean? Well, he was just glad to have this moment.

He should've known that demons would screw it up.

He should've known better by now!

They had just gone outside to make a snowman.

Sam had been begging Dean to let him do so and for the past hour it had been a litany of "Please, Dean! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease—!"

So, he had given in.

After bundling Sam up—didn't need for him to get a cold on top of all this—the trio had headed outside. Dean had begun to form the base while Sam had attempted to help and Castiel stood a bit to the side, intrigued by this.

"Why waste the time?" Castiel inquired. "He will only melt."

"It's fun!" Sam shouted.

"Yeah, Cas, it's fun." Dean echoed.

"Yes, Castiel," A voice hissed and the hairs on Dean's neck stood up. "Do let them enjoy themselves." Demons surrounded them—at least 10 of them—and while he didn't know how the hell they had gotten into this mess, he did know they were after Sam. Gripping his brother's arm, he roughly pulled him behind Castiel. The angel nodded, bracing himself for attack. "Well, well, I must admit, this is a bit of a surprise. Making a snowman?"

"Back off." Dean growled, hand on his gun.

"Dean." Sam whined, tone full of worry and fear.

"It's okay, Sammy," Dean soothed him. "Just stay right there."

"So, it is true!" The lead demon exclaimed. "Father's vessel has become weak. How perfect. Surely he won't put up a fight now—" He took a step towards Sam, only for Castiel's hand to shoot out and smite him. The other demons gasped, but appeared otherwise unfazed. Castiel panted, clearly having exerted himself and Dean cursed silently.

Damn Winchester luck.

"You will leave Sam Winchester alone." The angel hissed, clearly still protecting Sam.

"We can't do that." Another demon spoke. "He is meant to our new father. We will not let you stand in the way of it—" They charged at both Castiel and Dean. Dean shot off a few rounds but was unable to make some progress. Castiel had been pushed aside and Sam screamed in agony as a demon cut into his arm. Blood dripped onto the crystalline snow. All activity froze.

"Idiot, you hurt the vessel!" One person exclaimed and Dean used this distraction to his advantage as he rushed to Sam's side. Tears streamed down his brother's cheek and Dean grimaced. The cut was deep and if it weren't fixed soon, blood loss would be a problem. He glanced at Castiel who was on his feet, bruised and battered, but okay.

"Well," A cool voice muttered and all pairs of eyes were on the witch as she stepped onto the battlefield. "Who forgot to invite me to the party?" She smirked at Dean and for the first time, he found himself glad that he was on semi-civil terms with a witch.

"Stay out of this!" A demon growled and the witch rolled her eyes.

"Demons, honestly," She stated, throwing her hands up in defeat. "Now, if you excuse me, I have some business with them." A wave of her hand later and the demons were gone and the trio was back in the motel room.

"Thank you." Dean breathed, holding onto Sam as his little brother cried.

"It wasn't a problem," She knelt before Sam, eyes softening. "Sam? Hi, I'm Cecily."

"H-hi." He hiccupped as tears choked his voice.

"I'm sorry I did this to you," She said sincerely. "But I'll fix it now. Close your eyes." Sam glanced at Dean for permission, which he soon got. "This may hurt." She touched his forehead and her hand glowed a vibrant yellow. Sam whimpered in pain, but Dean simply held him tighter. After a few moments, Sam's head lolled onto Dean's shoulder.

"Is he—?" Castiel began.

"It's done." She confirmed, rising from the floor. Heading to the door, Dean called out,

"Cecily, thank you." It was odd to be thanking a witch that had gotten them into this mess to begin with, but Dean felt she deserved to be thanked. She had bailed them out with the demons and she had fixed Sam.

She smiled before fading away.

When Sam woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache and no memories of what had occurred, Dean just grinned.

"Why is my arm bandaged?" Sam questioned.

"Demons." Castiel replied simply.

"Demons? What do you—?"

"Hey, Sam?" Sam met his gaze. "It's good to have you back."

Sam grinned and Dean knew that deep down—behind that wall of self-loathing and guilt—that his happy-go-lucky brother was still there.

Dean was going to get him out again if it was the last thing he did.

Author's Note: That was fun! I really enjoyed it! And I hope you did too. The second prompt for today will be up tonight. Reminder that today is the last day to submit prompts! Please review!