AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Yay! My reviews are working again! Some of them I can read, but not all of them. Sorry guys and gals! I guess others had a review problem themselves, and it's been resolved. Now, they just need to get on with my idea. Anyways. I almost have my special book done! Whoo! I hope to help a lot of people with this book. It's not too long and overwhelming like some of these books are. But yeah. It should be out sometime next week or so. I hope at least...anyways. Got nothing else to report at the moment. So this prompt comes from elliereynolds777. It's too cute to be a prompt, so I'll be making a full length fic! But here's a little sneak peak of it for you guys and gals! So here we go!

Ruby-Thank you my darling! I love the idea! There's a ton of them before, but I'll keep it mind ;)

spnfanforlife-Kill it all with fire! Lol. He's too cute when exhausted :)

NightReader22-Sammy and I had a long discussion about that. Thank you my darling!

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L-Little Brothers Know Best

Sam groaned as Bobby stitched up the gouges in his back. He and Dean had a hunt with a witch and the woman had a monster for a pet. After hitting Dean with a spell, she let lose the beast and the thing nailed Sam. He was cut up and bruised. But yet he managed to drive home to Bobby's. Yeah, a wounded Sam drove. Dean wasn't happy about it, but at the moment, Dean couldn't drive. No he wasn't hurt. He's currently a seven year old.

Yeah, a seven year old. The witch they were hunting had hit Dean with a de-aging spell.

"It's okay Sammy. You'll be okay." Dean soothed.

Sam was in a lot of pain and really wished he was unconscious. He tried not to pass out as he was driving, which Dean saw to that. Now, he was being sewn back together. Not that Bobby didn't do a good job, he just wanted his brother.

Once Bobby was done, he cleaned and stitched any more cuts that required it. By the time it was all said and done, Sam looked a mummy.

"Alright boy. All done."Bobby whispered.

"Thank you." Sam rasped. He was close to being unconscious this time, his eyes were closed and he was feeling light-headed.

He felt a tiny hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw Dean looking worried.

"He's got a fever Bobby." Dean said.

"I gotcha Ace." Bobby said.

He handed Dean some antibiotics and gave them to Sam. After that and a little argument, Dean waited upstairs for a bewildered Sam. He got Sammy ready for bed and tucked him in. He placed a cool cloth on his hot forehead, and kept his eye on his wounded little brother.

Dean might be smaller, but he will always be able to care for his Sammy.

Alright! So a small sneak peak to what's to come! I really love this prompt, and it's too good to be a prompt. So yeah.

Until Next Time! *is nervous about my special book*