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Dean blinked open his eyes slowly, wondering where he was. Everything came back to him in a snap – Gabriel, being de-aged, seeing his dad and mom, Sammy…

Sammy?

Dean jumped up and looked around, wondering where his baby brother had gotten to. "Sam?" he called, hating that his voice still sounded so…child-like.

He took in his surroundings again, wondering where Sam could have gotten to. "Sammy?" it was then that he noticed he wasn't in Sam's crib – not even in his room. The walls in here were green and the rug was grey. This had been his old room back before the fire.

"SAMMY!" Dean called, trying to get out of his toddler bed. "SAM!"

"Dean?" Dean froze as his mother's sleepy voice came from the doorway. She was standing in front of him wearing a white nightgown and a tired face. She yawned and said, "What are you doing up?"

"Where's Sammy?" Dean questioned her.

"He's sleeping in his room Dean. You both fell asleep together, and Daddy carried you back in here."

"Why?" Dean demanded. Mary blinked, "Well…" she seemed to hesitate, then went to sit on Dean's small bed. She shifted until she found a comfortable position and looked very seriously at Dean. "Dean, your brother is still very young and you're too old for what Sam needs and uses," Mary started, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, but you can't keep crawling into his crib every night."

"But…but…!" Dean didn't know what to say.

"No buts Dean. I'm really sorry, hun," she gave a sigh and kissed him on the head. "That doesn't mean you two can't play together anymore though."

Dean looked at her. Memories of his early childhood flashed through his mind; before the fire, before the Hunting, before everything. Back when it was normal.

"Dean?"

Dean snapped out of his stupor. "Okay," he couldn't believe he was agreeing to this.

Mary smiled and kissed his head again. He closed his eyes and smelled floral perfume and mint; he smiled, knowing that this was his mom. His and Sammy's.

"Mommy?" Dean's voice broke as his mother stared at him. She had Sammy's eyes. No, Dean thought, he has her eyes.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Can I see, Sammy?"

"Hmmm," Mary looked thoughtful. "Only if he's awake. You wanna go check?"

"Yeah!" Dean said enthusiastically, jumping off of the bed. Mary put a hand on his shoulder and offered him her hand, which he gladly took. They walked towards Sammy's room holding hands, being extra quiet in case he was asleep.

"Sammy?" Dean whispered, peeking into the room. The answer came immediately, "DEAN!"

He heard Mary chuckle and ran into the room, looking up at his baby brother who was standing in the crib, staring down at Dean with mixed emotions – fear, joy, sadness, confusion… it was all there. "Dean!" He then noticed Mary standing behind Dean, his mouth opened, but he couldn't seem to find any words. "Mom?" he barely whispered. Dean felt his heart soar, knowing that this was the first time Sam had ever talked to his mom before (discounting the little trip they made to the past).

Mary looked at him in amusement and also confusion. "Mom?" she asked, her voice teasing, "Am I that old?"

Dean didn't get what she was saying, but apparently Sam did. "Mommy?"

Mary laughed, a beautiful sound to Dean's ears, and kissed Sammy's cheek. Sam rubbed the spot where she kissed him and gazed at her with steady, wide hazel eyes. The puppy-powers were kicking in. Dean could tell by the look on his mom's face.

"Out?" Sam asked in his baby voice. "Mommy I want out." He reached his little hands towards her, and she picked him up out of the crib. He automatically snuggled against her, wrapping his little arms around her neck. Mary smiled softly and kissed his hair, whispering something into Sam's ear. Dean couldn't hear what it was, but Sam was smiling and nodding his head. Mary gave Sam another kiss and then set him down on the floor, steadying him so he remained upright. He automatically raced for Dean, clutching to his side and looking at their mother shyly.

"Now you two be good," she told them, "or me and Daddy will be very upset."

"Okay!" Sam and Dean chorused, watching as their mother left the room. Sam poked Dean in the shoulder and he turned to look at his brother, "What is it?"

"That was Mom!"

Dean looked at his brother, a little concerned. "Yeah, that was Mom."

Sam's eyes were impossibly wide. "She was…" he shook his head, not being able to put his feelings into words. "Amazing…" he finally breathed out.

Dean smiled sadly and pulled Sammy into a hug. "Yeah, and you know what?"

"What?" Sam asked, peeking up at him.

"She still is."

Sam pulled away, looking confused. Dean explained quickly, "Sam, all of this is real. This morning, when Mom came in my room, I smelled her. It was her smell. Exactly like I remember from my childhood. I don't know of any evil sonuvabitch who can do that, do you?"

Sam shook his head, tears in his eyes. "So that's really her?"

Dean nodded, tears in his own eyes. "That's really her, Sammy."

Sam smiled, his chubby cheeks moving upwards as glee took over his face. Dean hadn't seen Sam look so happy in years.

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John peered into the nursery, not surprised to see Sam and Dean playing with each other. He sighed, knowing that he couldn't keep them away from each other for long. Despite the age difference, Dean and Sam always played together. They mostly colored (both of them going slightly outside the lines, especially Sam) and played with blocks. Today it looked like they were playing a game of twenty questions though. He tried to make out the words, but he could only hear Sam's babbling and Dean's whispered laughs.

"John?" He heard Mary's voice from behind him, and felt a hand snake across his shoulder.

He turned to look at her with a wide grin, giving her a good-morning kiss. "You hungry?" he murmured, pressing his forehead against her own.

"Mmmm, I know that I'm hungry for one thing," she whispered in his ear, and he felt a large grin take over his face. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, "Is that so?" and pulled her closer to him. She laughed while he planted kisses on her neck, and tried to push him away half-heartedly. The noise in the other room had stopped.

"John," she whispered, "John not now. The kids are right there."

"Mm?" John asked, not really listening as he planted more kisses on her neck.

"Let's take this somewhere more private," she said pointedly. John glanced up to see both Sam and Dean staring at them with wide eyes. "Oh," and that was all he could say.

Mary giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him into their bedroom.

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"Dude…" Dean said, his eyes impossibly wide.

"That's…uh…" Sam stuttered.

"I swear if I hear them through the walls –"

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, holding his hands on his ears. "I don't need that image in my head!"

"Well," Dean smirked, "At least we know Dad is finally getting some."

"DEAN!"

Dean laughed, messing up Sam's hair with his hand. "Whatever shorty."

"'M taller than you," Sam mumbled and Dean laughed. "Yeah, but right now you aren't."

"I will be!" Sam exclaimed, his old defenses rising up. "I'll be taller than you!"

"You've said that all your life," Dean sighed.

"And it worked!" Sam said smugly.

"Yeah, it'll work in another fourteen years."

"But –"

"Whatever shrimp."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Okay, I apologize for the horrible-ness of this chapter. Does anybody have any ideas of what I should do for the next few chapters? (writer's block)

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