They thought the hunt would go without complications, one witch and three dead people, but is it ever that easy. Once they found the witch. Dean wanted to gank this bitch. He was still running on some sort of high. Maybe it was sugar from the pie I gave him for his birthday two weeks ago. He had been saving it and final ate the rest of it before it went bad. Dean charged in like the plan to distract her so Sam could ventilate her. Dean kicked in the door and Sam ran around back.

By the time Sam got inside the house, the witch was basically groping Dean. She was sitting on his legs and had her hands on Dean stomach just under his naval. Dean was limp and unconscious. She was chanting something. "Hey, what are you doing to my brother?"

"Revenge for killing my sister." She said right before Sam shot her right in her chest.

"When did we kill your sister?"

"There was two of us. When you brother charged he in kill my sister. Now, he will pay."

"What did you do?"

"You will find out in two days." She smiled. Sam's anger was boiling over. He raised his gun and shot her three times in the chest. She was dead before she hit the ground.

"Dean? Dean?" Sam ran over to Dean and shook him lightly.

Dean's eyes flutter open. "Sammy?"

"I'm right here, Dean. You okay?"

"Yeah. 'M fine." Dean said as Sam helped him to his feet.

"What did that witch do?"

"I don't know. I killed her sister. She ran over to me and knocked me to the floor."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"She told me something pretty weird, man."

"Dean, we see weird every day. What did he say?" Dean thought for a moment as they walked to the Impala. "Come on, Dean."

"She spoke in like a riddle. 'subtract 26.9 from the soul. Slow transformation, 3 days time complete. Internal then external, organs then bones. Lastly will be mind.' She laughed as she placed her hands to my stomach and then a white hot pain knocked me out."

"Wow, some riddle. We gotta figure out that riddle."

"Let's get to the motel."

"The witch told me that we would figure out in two days. Maybe the spell she put on you won't start for another two days. If we can figure out what is going on before two days are up, we could reverse it."

"When we get to the motel you can do some research."

"What will you do?"

"Wait, this out. There's nothing I can do but wait. If you can't find a reversal to the spell in two days something's going to happen to me."

Sam just looked out the window and they drove to the motel. Once parked Dean walked inside and got a key and walked back to the Impala where Sam was waiting. They grabbed their stuff and walked inside. Dean flopped on the bed and slept. Sam went straight to research.

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After two long days Sam had come up with nothing. Dean had felt the same. It was the first day of the spell working. Sam kept an eye on Dean. Dean had decided to work on the Impala. Sam was still researching out.

"I knew I heard some rattling in your rumble, baby." Dean said as he tighten a loose screw. He closed the hood and walked back inside and grabbed a beer and sat down on the end of the bed and watch 'Dr. Sexy M.D.' Once finished the beer and sat in beside him on the ground.

Sam glanced over at Dean who was pretty into the show but something was different. Then he noticed it. "Oh God, Dean. Is Dr. Sexy M.D. so important that you have to piss yourself?"

Dean shot a glare at Sam but then looked down at his crotch and saw his jeans grow darker. He quickly stood up and felt the urine run down his legs. He ran to the bathroom. By the time he got to the toilet his bladder was completely empty. "What the hell?"

Sam walked to the doorway of the bathroom and saw Dean standing there in soaking wet pants and a confused look on his face. "What the hell, Dean?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know it was happening. Do you think this is what the witch was talking about?"

"What you have no control over your bladder?"

"Maybe that's part of it."

Sam walked back into the room and grabbed Dean new jeans and boxers. "Go take a shower."

"I'm serious, Sam."

"I know, I'm what sacred of." Sam walked off as Dean shut the door.

Sam research witch spells on bladder control. Still came up with nothing.

Once Dean was showered and dressed he was extremely cautious the rest of the day. He thought that if he kept his mind on keeping control of his bladder it would stop. He was wrong.

Sam ignored Dean and whatever he was doing. Dean had striped to his boxers and walked around the room. After a few hours and only two bottles of beer, Dean was still walked around the room. 'Don't pee, don't pee. You're 27. 27 year olds don't have accidents. Don't pee'

He didn't feel like he had to pee. He went to sleep about two hours later. He felt warm when he woke up. It was dark in the room. He sat up and he could see the glow on the Sam's laptop screen. Sam was sitting at his computer. "What time is it?"

"Why are you awake? It's like 4 in the morning."

That's when Dean knew why he woke up. He felt the warmth spread beneath him. His looked down and lifted the covers up just enough for him to see what he was doing, like he didn't know. His boxers were soaked once again and so was the bed. He looked up at Sam. "S'my"

Dean was so embarrassed. If it was so dark Sam would have really noticed Dean scarlet red face. "What?" Sam got up and a light on. He saw Dean looking directly at Sam with a insanely red face and watery eyes. "What's wrong?"

Dean lowered his head and crossed his arms protectively across his chest. He shifted uncomfortably in the wet spot he had just made.

Sam knew what had happened after that. "Did…did you wet the bed?"

When Sam couldn't think Dean's face could get any redder, it did. "It just happened. I woke up and didn't feel it. God, I'm turning into a baby. I can't control my fucking bladder."

"Ok, ok, we can deal with this. How about you go take another shower and I'll go out and buy some things. I'll be back in an hour." Sam said standing beside the bed. Dean stood up and Sam towered Dean a good foot.

"When did you get so tall, Sammy?"

"When have you been so short, Dean?"

"Just go get whatever you have to get. If it can help with this, I don't really care anymore." Dean said as he walked to the bathroom and Sam walked out of the motel.

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Sam drove 20 minutes to a CVS. He looked through the store and found it. Then he got a called from Dean.

"What now?"

"I'm shrinking."

"What are you talking about?"

"I went to put on new clothes and they are huge on me. I'm the size of a four year old. I look like a four year old."

"Just hang tight. I'll be back in 30 minutes."

"Just hurry, Sam." Dean hung up.

Sam knew what was happening to Dean now. The witch put a de-age spell on Dean. Only with this spell it worked slowly and from the inside out. It was all making since, well, part of it. The first part made no sense. He grabbed different things and started down the aisle before he got another call from Dean.

"Dean, you just called me."

"Stwange thing came into my head. What if the two days of nothin was internal changes. Right now is physical changes and mental changes?"

"What makes you say that?"

"I's the size of a two year old and shwinking."

"I'm checking out right now. Give me 20 – 30 minutes." Dean hung up.

Sam looked confused at Deans speech. Something was definitely wrong with him. Sam figured he was getting really younger so had walked back to an aisle and grabbed a smaller size. He walked up to the cashier. She looked at the items. Sam wanted to get back to the motel quick.

"First time Dad?"

Sam looked at the cashier confused and realized he probably looked frazzled and walking back and forth the baby section of the CVS at 5 in the morning. "How'd you know?"

"You just look exhausted and you're buying baby diapers in dawn."

"Yeah, it's just me and my son."

"Where is he?"

Sam realized that Dean was turning into a 2 year old and at the motel alone. "He's in the car sleeping. I didn't want to wake the little thing. I left the car running and just popped in for a second." Sam said. 'Great lie.'

Once he paid he rushed back to the motel and opened the door to in fact see a little less than two year old sitting on the bed. He was engulfed in the shirt he was wearing. "S'my." Dean said with his big watery eyes. He was almost in tears. Water works in T minus 10.

"I'm here." Sam walked over to Dean and pulled the T-shirt off Dean's now tiny body. He picked his older brother up and pulled him out of the boxers he was sitting in. He moved the clothes away and laid Dean his back.

"Wha' you doin, S'my." Dean mumbled trying to kick Sam away.

Sam grabbed a diaper from the bag he bought. "Sit still."

Dean eyes grew wide at the diaper. "No, diaper."

"The spell must be change you mentally as well with physically." Sam said to himself and he grabbed Dean's ankles and lift him up slightly off the bed and slid the diaper under him before putting Dean back down and pulling the diaper between Dean's leg and pressed the tabs in securing the diaper in place.

He didn't know how much more Dean will de-age but he knew he had to get supplies then more importantly call Bobby. Right now, Dean was in no condition to hunt. Which Sam was fine with. Ever since he killed the yellow eyed demon that was possessing Dad he wanted out. Dean was pissed at first but after a month of grieving Dean realized that Dad was going to kill that fucking demon f it was the last thing he did and it was.

Sam looked at Dean whose eye were heavy and drooping. Sam picked Dean up in his arms. Dean didn't say a word about the fact Sam was holding him. He just laid his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam walked around the room for a little while before Dean's body was completely limp in his arms. By the time Sam laid Dean down on the bed he realized Dean had shrunk some more. He was no holder than a year and a half. Sam placed Dean on the bed and put pillows on both side of him so he didn't fall off. Sam laid down on his own bed and slept for just a few hours.

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Sam was startled awake by high pitch crying. Sam shot up from the bed and looked over at the bed wher year old Dean was sleeping. The crying child laying there now looked no old than a month or 2 old. Sam quickly got up and ran over to the bed and picked the small infant up.

"Hey there, little buddy."

Sam grabbed the shirt Dean wore when he got home from CVS and wrapped him up in it. He walked to the Impala and decided to hold the tiny infant in his arms the whole ride until he reached a Wal-Mart which didn't take long at all. He parked and got out and walked inside still holding screaming baby.

He shyly walked into the store. It was too early for screaming babies. "Come on, little man. I'm going to get you some food and some diapers in a second."

Sam rushed to grabbed a cart and laid Dean down in the baby basket for infants. He dashed over to the baby sections. He picked out formula, bottles, bibs, pacifiers, diapers, baby powder, a blanket, and a car seat. He grabbed a few baby boy clothes, socks, then he saw a little stuffed animal. He thought it was cute and just right for Dean. The second little infant Dean laid eyes on the stuffed animal his loud squealing cry dulled down to a whimper. "Here you go, little man."

He walked to the check-out desk. "Hello, I can see you had forgotten to buy a lot of things for this little guy."

"Oh no, I've had a really, really long bad week."

"I can tell. The whole store could hear that little guy throughout the whole store. Looks like he found what he wanted. What's his name?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'm Sam and this is my br…son, Dean."

"That's a beautiful name." the cashier said as she scanned the last bit of items. "Where's the mom in all of this?"

"Thanks, he's named after my grandma, Deanna. The mom…uh…the mom is no longer with us."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry." The woman looked embarrassed and blushed slightly. "Well, have a nice day."

She smiled and Sam walked to the Impala and quickly set up the car seat then pulled out a fresh, smaller diaper, a little light blue onesie, and socks. He pulled Dean out of the cart and laid him inside the open trunk and changed him quickly before strapping him into the seat then put everything else in the trunk, getting into Impala and driving quickly to the motel to feed him, put him down for an afternoon nap then calling Bobby.

Dean started to fuss about halfway through the car trip. "Hold on, little buddy. We are almost to the motel and I'll feed you."

His fussing only got louder. Sam parked and quickly got Dean unstrapped him, scooped him up and supporting his head. He grabbed the formula and walked into the room and started up making the formula and slowly rocket the fussing two month old Dean.

Once Dean was fed and nice and fed Sam slowly walked around the room rocking Dean and humming 'Smoke on the Water' by Deep Purple. Dean's eye drooped heavily. Sam laid him gently on the bed.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bobby, It's Sam."

"Hey, Sam. Why are you calling?"

"I was wondering if we could stay over at your house. We got ourselves into a tight spot."

"What the hell happened?"

"Dean got hit by a de-age spell."

"Jesus Christ, boy."

"I know, I know, Bobby. Can you see about a reversal?"

"I'll see what I can do. Do you have any idea about the spell? How old is Dean?"

"Well, the spell was a slow age regression. Worked from the inside out then worked on the brain. He's about 2 months old."

"Wow, you're gonna have your hands full."

"I know, can you help?"

"Yeah, can your ass over here as soon as possible."

"Will do, thanks, Bobby."

"Don't thank me, ya Idjit." Bobby hung up. Sam's going to have a long drive ahead of him.

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After five hours of driving with only one stop to settle a crying Dean. He pulled into Bobby's driveway to see him sitting on the porch steps. Sam got out of the car, peeked into the backseat to check on the sleeping infant and walked over to Bobby.

"Hey, Bobby."

"How was the trip here?"

"Pretty quiet. He woke up once about half way here. He was hungry and need a change. He fell back sleep shortly after. He should be waking up again shortly."

"You're pretty calm."

"Are you kidding me? I'm freaking out. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Well, that's why you're here. I'll research a reversal for the de-age spell and you'll research on how to take care of a two month old."

"What if we can't reverse the spell, Bobby? I'll have to re-raise him. I can't do that I'm only 23."

"We are going to find a reversal for this. Even if it takes years."

"I can't raise Dean. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"That's why you're here. I'm going to help you even though I have no idea what I'm doing either. Re-raising Dean should be like hard."