Summary: With Dean's deal winding down Sam and Dean seem to be dwindling apart all for different causes but on there last hunt the wrong words slip out which causes Dean to see Sam or should I say Sammy in a new light. De-aged fic set in season 3.
Pulling up to the ramshackle barn Dean had to take a breather.
This was it. Do or die time.
Swallowing back down some of his fears he looked over the bench seat at his brother.
Sammy was surprisingly still sleeping. Curled up into a tiny ball with Dean's coat wrapped around him for warmth.
It was either leave Sam in the car. Definitely not.
Or take him inside the house with him. Also defiantly not.
What the hell was he supposed to do!
He massaged his sore eye sockets with his hands hoping that when he removed them the answer would be right in front of him. But unfortunately he knows all too well life isn't fair enough for the Winchesters for the answer to be that easy.
So he was surprised when he opened them he saw a man standing in front of the car.
Bobby heard the when the Impala rolled up.
There was no mistaking the sound of the engine as Dean tried to pull up quietly. Though it was kinda hard when your car was full on muscle power.
He prayed to God that Dean had a legitimate plan and didn't just come here half-assed.
Bobby knew Dean's track record wasn't spotless when it came to master plans.
"Dean! Get you ass down here boy!"
Dean came speeding down the stairs knowing that when Uncle Bobby yelled it never meant anything good. "Yes sir?" Dean asked innocently. Trying to deliver his best puppy dog eyes that he knew his Uncle fell for with Sammy.
"Don't be batting no puppy eyes at me boy."
Damn Dean thought. There goes that plan.
"Want to explain how my back window is now broken?" Bobby asked with thinly veiled patience.
Dean chuckled softly. "Uh….. I was teaching Sammy how to throw a baseball and he accidentally hit the window." Dean lied smoothly.
"Nice try Dean but Sammy already told me how you threw his pet rock away."
Damn kid can't keep his mouth shut about anything.
The memory faded quickly and Bobby almost felt like crying.
He remembered that day. He remembered how he was bombarded with a little Sammy, at the mere age of three, crying his eyes out over Dean throwing away his pet rock.
That rock went everywhere with him. Bobby didn't know how he got it or if he just picked up a random rock and drew a face on it but it made the kid happy when his brother didn't want to play with him.
He also remembered the rocks name too. Herbert.
No telling where the kid got that name either. Sammy had such a wild imagination when he was younger.
They still had to change him back. No matter how cute and adorable he is they couldn't do that to big Sam. They owed Sam this.
Tugging furiously on the bonds Bobby could only hope that Dean knew what he was doing. Bobby knew that when it came to protecting Sammy Dean would go down swinging.
Dean almost freaked out in fright. What the hell was it with these things?
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around only to jump at the sight of the trickster in his car.
"Jeez! Will you stop that!" Dean chided quietly. Not wanting to wake Sammy up yet.
"Sorry Dean-o scaring you is actually a great joy of mine." The trickster chuckled softly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Haven't you tormented me enough?" Dean question. Quite angry at the fact that the trickster could sit there and laugh about scaring him when Dean not only had to pull a rescue mission but try to turn Sammy back into a adult.
The trickster frowned at that and it looked like he had guilt in his eyes. "Listen I know I've been an ass and I only messed with you because come on, you were so asking for it, but you're not a dick. No matter how vindictive I am I don't want to see a child get hurt."
"So what are you saying?" Dean asked wearily.
The trickster smirked at that. "I'm saying I'm going to go kick some demon ass. Wanna join me?"
I know the chapter is short but I'm setting up for the next chapter which is going to have alot of action. Stay Tuned