Chapter 2

They set their trunks down in the new room. "Dude, I swear, we need to go shopping, cause I ain't walkin' around in this." Dean said, taking off his jacket and shirt. His pants almost fell down his legs. "Mind if I borrow a belt?" He asked, cheeks tinted a light pink. Sam handed him one and Dean did it up. "Well, let's go then." Sam said as he picked up his keys and they left.

Dean got quite a few strange looks from the people in the shopping mall, especially the girls around his new age. "Hurry your pace up. I can't stand this anymore." Dean said as they walked at a more brisk pace. Sam bought Dean a pair of socks, some tight fitting jeans, or as he called them, 'skinny jeans', underwear, boots, a few plain black shirts and a black leather jacket. Sam counted out the change from his wallet and handed it to the young cashier, flashing her a quick, charming smile and they fled out of there, and into the car. Dean let out a big breath. "The way they were staring at me! It seemed as if I was shark bait…" He said as they pulled back up at the motel. Sam opened the door and Dean rushed past him, grabbed a few clothes and slammed the bathroom door. "Come in." Sam said sarcastically.

Sam was sitting on his bed, searching some things up on his laptop when Dean came back out. He may be younger, but he still looked vaguely the same. "Watcha doin?" Dean asked, flopping onto his bed and switching on the TV. "Boring…boring…bo-" Dean stopped on a show about women's bodies. "Here we go…" Dean said. "No! You're too young for that now. How about this." Sam said, grabbing the remote and switching to cartoons. "Aw man! Come on! Lame ass stuff…" Dean said. "Watch your mouth, mister." Sam said, giving him a glance. Dean groaned.

"Dean, come check this out." Sam said. Dean looked over to him, bringing the laptop over to him and sitting on the edge of the bed. "'Man goes missing after camping around old Day Care.'" Sam reads out loud. "I thought we got rid of it?" Dean asked as he scootched closer. "And this, dating back to yesterday… 'Neighbours of old Day Care hear screaming and loud crying of a child…'" Dean raised an eyebrow. "'Sights of a little, ghostly figure appears around the old Day Care.'" Sam reads the last article. "So it IS her!" Dean said and growled. "Why doesn't she just… go?" Sam asked. They closed the laptop and turned out the light. "Night Deanny." Sam said, smirking. "Night Sammy." Dean mimicked. "It's Sam!" Sam grunted. Dean laughed.

"Morning sunshine." Sam said, nudging Dean awake. "Errr… What time is it?" "Uhhh, about 5:45." Sam said. "Where does the day go…" Dean said, taking the coffee from Sam. "You'll need the energy. We're going back to that old Day Care." Sam said, handing Dean his breakfast burrito. Dean nodded, almost inhaling the burrito, as he was so hungry now that his body was developing again. Sam watched with amazement. "You ready to go yet? Before we leave, make sure you pack everything up and brush your teeth." Sam said. "I know! Jeez, don't go acting Dad on me." Dean said, starting to wipe his hands on his pants before Sam handed him a napkin. "Sorry. Teenage habit." He said and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Sam started packing up his stuff when he heard a thud from the bathroom. "Dean?" Sam called. "Yeah?" Dean said, mouth full of toothpaste. "Just checking you were alright." Sam said, and continued packing. Dean felt a strange watery trickle run down his back, but dismissed it, thinking it was something to do with the youth water. Sam looked over to the bathroom and saw a river of red. "Dean!" Sam yelled and ran into the bathroom. "What?" Dean asked. Sam turned Dean around, and sure enough, there was a red river flowing out of his cracked skull. "Oh god, we gotta get you to hospital. How did you not feel that?" Sam asked as he carried Dean out and into the car.

Dean was asleep in a hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around his head after being stitched back up. "Are you sure he's okay, Doc?" Sam asked. "He's fine. Tell me again how this happened?" The Doctor asked. "I told you, I was packing my stuff when I heard a thump and called out for Dean. He said he was fine. I saw a river of blood coming from the bathroom and checked on Dean again when I saw the cracked skull." Sam said, running a hand through his brown hair. "Right… Thank you…?" "Sam. Sam Winchester." Sam said. "Thank you, ." The Doctor said before walking away. "Sam…" Dean said in a weak voice. Sam heard it and came rushing to his brothers side. "How are you?" Sam asked. "Okay, I guess." Dean said. "Tell me what happened." Sam said. "I told you, I was brushing my teeth when I had a moment of strange tingling feelings and then one tingly feeling going down my back where you said was blood. Wait a minute…" Dean said, eyebrows knitting together. "Remember when I was really 14? And we were having a fight at the park and you threw a rock at the back of my head… and it cracked my skull?" Dean said. "Yeah…" Sam said. "Well, maybe the water is still having effect and is making me younger as time goes on?" Dean suggested. "Yeah, maybe because I mixed it in with the other water it changed the original water to youth water." Sam said, eyes going wide. "Idiot." Dean groaned. "Who knows how young I'll get before I eventually disappear. We gotta find that stall I got it from…" Dean said as the doctor came in and checked up on him.

A few days later, Dean was released from hospital and they went back to the apartment, fixing things back up, including cleaning the blood from the floor and left the motel. Dean yawned. "Tired? Why don't you sleep?" Sam asked as he watched Dean's eyes grow heavy. "I'm not tired." He said and stared at the road ahead. A few miles along the road Sam heard a soft thump and saw Dean had fallen asleep. He smiled and continued driving.

A couple of hours later they arrived at another motel in the same town they were in before the last one they had just left. Sam carried Dean inside and lay him down on a bed before leaving a note and driving off. AT the sound of the car leaving, Dean woke up. "Sam?" He asked. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was being tired inside the car then… He looked at the table and saw the note.

'Dean,

Gone out to get a few things from the shops. You fell asleep in the car so I thought it would be best to let you sleep. –Sam'

Dean smiled. He used to do that all the time for Sam when they were walking around the town as kids. He would piggy back Sam and he would fall asleep so he would take him home and tuck him in, then walk back out again. Dean felt the strange tingling sensation again all over his body. He groaned and tried shaking it off but it wouldn't stop. He shut his eyes and lay down on the bed.

Sam came back from shopping and saw a 13 year old Dean, asleep on the bed he had set the 14 year old Dean on. "Uh oh." Sam said. Luckily the clothes still fit Dean but they were just a little baggy on him. He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and walked over, shaking Dean awake. "What?" Dean groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Why do my clothes feel… Crap, I'm younger again, aren't I?" Dean asked. Sam's lips tightened in a straight line and he nodded. "I found where Annalese lives. She wants us to come and check out the place with her. She wants to know what's going on as well." Sam said. Dean's eyes opened wide. "She can't see me like this!" Dean said. "Tough. I said I was dropping the shopping home then coming to get you." He said as Dean got up, obviously stressed about the situation. "Do you REALISE what will happen? She'll freak out! " Sam sighed. "I guess we'll just… have to tell the truth then." Sam said. "You did this. You hate lying so you set me up! Sam! Damn you!" Dean said, and walked out and sat in the car. "Are we going or what?!" He yelled. Sam got up and closed the motel room door and they drove off.

They rolled up to Annalese's house and they got out. They walked up to the door. "Hey Annalese." Sam said. "Hey!" I said. "Who's this?" I asked. "That's Dean. Listen… we have something to tell you." Sam said. "Well, come in. I guess I better sit down for this one…" I said and led them in to my house. "Well… you already know we're Demon Hunters…" Sam said. "You told her what?" Dean interrupted. Sam looked at him. "Yes, and well, I found some youth water Dean had bought… his 28th birthday was coming up and I was making fun of him becoming old. SO he left me on the side of the road to walk, as a way of getting back at me. When I arrived at where Dean had stopped I found the youth water and mixed it in with some of Dean's water. It took a little too much effect and he keeps getting younger every day. Yesterday he was 14… Today he's 13." Sam finished explaining. "Right… so he loses a year each day?" I asked. Sam nodded. "Well, I suggest we work quick then. Solve this whole, haunted Day Care thing and get you fixed." I said, patting my knees before standing up. "Annalese… is it alright if I call you Anna?" Dean asked. I nodded, "Anna, how old are you?" Dean asked. "As old as you are now." I answered before walking into the kitchen. "So, 13?" He asked. I nodded. "Well… you are very good looking for your age. You look a lot older." Dean said, smirking. Sam stamped on his foot. "We'll be leaving now." Sam said and guided Dean out. I laughed and shook my head.

Outside Dean growled at Sam. "What the bloody hell was that for?" Dean asked, getting in the car. "You can't hit on her! You're really 27 and she's really 13!" Sam said as they pulled out of Annalese's driveway. "Waaait!" I yelled and ran down the drive way to the passenger side. "Mmm?" Dean asked as he rolled down the window. I kissed him on the cheek. "See you tomorrow." I said and giggled, running back up. Sam cracked up laughing at Dean's shocked face.