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cherry916The Things You Do
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.
Dean doesn't believe in coincidences much. Hardly ever.
They were just to perfect to actually be true.
This was one of these situations.
If he would have known Tricksters were more than pain in the asses and were actually badass he would have made friends with one a long ass time ago.
He couldn't believe his eyes as the trickster just took out demon after demon. Of course being a Demi-God does have its perks he supposes. Number one the things are immortal, number two the thing can create anything out of thin air.
Dean stayed out of the fight most of the time. Which is going to give Sam a big laugh when things return to normal.
Normal….
What was normal? Dean didn't consider there lives normal or anything close to it. Normal is when a kid breaks a window playing baseball. Normal is when you fail a test then your parents tell you to try better next time. Normal is a freakin happy life, with happy memories and a happy future.
Winchester did not equal normal. In Winchester speak normal is when you accidentally cut yourself cleaning a knife. Normal is when you use a different alias to get a place to stay for the night. Normal is your mother getting burned on the ceiling, your father becoming an obsessed crazed hunter, and apparently going to Hell in a year.
Normal was so overrated.
Thankfully Sammy didn't ask too many questions like he normally does. Which worried Dean more than anything but it worked for now.
Dean was trying to shield him from the gruesome sights but Sam's eyes rose in wonderment at it all.
The trickster wasn't really being gruesome he was being a dick more than anything. Which was normal in its own terms.
Dean's really got to stop defining what is normal.
Sammy watched in glee as the strange man in front of them turned someone into a teddy bear.
This one was a lot different than the last Teddy. The teddy had shiny blue eyes and a bright purple ribbon to match its pink skin. If Sammy didn't have his own teddy at Uncle Bobby's he would have gladly took this one home in a heat beat.
Time seemed to vary. He knew that he was being carried by Deanie and following the strange man with magical teddy powers but he didn't know where exactly he was or what they were doing here.
Sammy didn't question too much because he could sense that Deanie was troubled somehow and worried. He wondered if Deanie was worried about Uncle Bobby. Sammy knew he was.
He wondered what the man with black eyes did to his cherished Uncle. Was Uncle Bobby hurt? Did he have a boo boo that needed a kiss and hug to get better? Was Uncle Bobby even alive?
Sammy shuddered at the last option. It scared him to think that he wouldn't get to see Uncle Bobby again. Sammy felt like crying but he knew he had to stay strong.
The teddy's and animals and bright colors only would last for so long before they got down to the real reason they were there.
Then Sammy would find his Uncle Bobby and kick some butt.
The trickster suddenly stopped at an old wooden door that has definitely seen its years.
He seemed to be intently studying it. Almost as if he hoped that if he stared at it long enough it will spill all its secrets.
"Bobby's down there Dean. But I'm afraid I can't go with you."
Dean gave an incredulous snort. "Figures you wouldn't stay for the big finale. Well don't worry about me. I got this."
The trickster seriously looked perturbed. "Dean," He said in that voice that was both parts condescending and disappointed. "I don't mean it like that. I have….things to do. I know you can do this there's no doubt about that."
Dean felt oddly satisfied that a trickster of all things gave him a compliment. He gave a crooked smirk and went to grab the door handle when he felt a tug on his shirt.
He looked down to see Sammy starting up at him with wide curious eyes. But instead of the fear he suspected he saw a string determination. It was the same look that big Sam would give him now a days. So confident and sure that he could fix everything.
Now though Dean felt bad for all the times he scolded Sam for his confidence.
Maybe that was how Sam dealt with everything. Who was Dean to judge when he hid behind a fearless and cocky attitude to hide his own insecurities and fears.
Sammy was just different than Dean and maybe that's what he's been missing most of all.
Looking down at the little toddler he gave his brother a reassuring smile. "You ready squirt?"
Sammy looked like a 2 year old going on 30 year old. There was no fear in the toddler's eyes only strong determination. Sammy nodded his head once and that was all the invitation he needed.
They were ready to face what was coming. They've been ready to face it for awhile Dean just forgotten that. Got a little confused but he intends to make up for it when this whole mess is over with.
Turning to the trickster, who had a goofy grin on his face, he bit his lip not quite sure how to say what he wanted to say.
Then a warm hand settled on his shoulder and he could see the trickster looking at him with knowing eyes. He gave one stern nod then descended down the stairs.
The stairs creaked and moaned under his and his brother's weight.
Dean winced. So much for a stealthy entrance.
The basement was dark and musty. It smelt like wet gym socks which rolled Dean's stomach. He could feel Sam's own face plastered into his shirt no doubt trying to block out the stench.
He tightened his grip on his brother and made his was deeper into the basement.
From what he could tell it was empty. Empty of any demons that is.
Making his way deeper and deeper he heard faint whispering and screaming. God awful screaming almost like nails on a chalkboard.
He listened intently to make out what was going on since the basement echoed so loudly.
"I swear to you Bobby Singer I will find you. You piece of shit!"
"You can try but you would have to get out of Hell first."
Dean gave a funny look and finally emerged to where the voices were.
What he saw had him laughing his ass off?
Bobby was smugly standing before a demon who was trapped into a devil's trap.
Dean chuckled dryly.
"We came to rescue you but big bad hero already has it covered."
Bobby startled but stilled as he saw them approach. "Thank God Dean I heard some horrible sounds coming from upstairs! Are you and Sammy ok?"
Bobby sounded worried. Even terrified. "Were ok. Nothing a little trickster couldn't fix."
"Trickster?" Bobby questioned.
Dean shook his head. "It's a long story. Mind telling me what happened?"
Bobby chuckled. "It's a long story as well." Then Bobby suddenly tensed up. "Did you find out how to change Sam back?"
Dean's mood deflated. "No." He whispered brokenly.
Bobby gave a sympathetic smile as he laid a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder. "We will Dean don't worry. How about we head on home."
Dean furrowed his brow. "What about the screaming banshee back there?"
"You asshole's get your asses back here! I swear I know people you do not want to mess with! Let me out of this piece of crap! SINGERRRRRR!"
Bobby chuckled. "It can wait let's just get Sammy home I can tell he's had a long day."
Dean suddenly looked down and noticed Sam was peacefully sleeping again. Something warmed in his heart at the prospect of maybe getting to raise Sammy again. Maybe they could find a way out of this deal.
Something else blossomed in his heart. Something he hasn't felt in a long while. Hope.
The trickster was leaning on a tree outside the old rusty house. He had a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
"Dean Winchester. You asked for your younger brother back and I granted you your wish. At first you were frustrated, confused even irritated. Then you realized that a young Sammy isn't really much different than a Big Sam and that you both had to change in order to move on and become brother's again. You learned the road isn't easy and that we all have crosses to bear. But what's most important is that your closer to your brother than you've ever been all you needed was a little self discovery first. You have completed your lesson."
The trickster then snapped his fingers and the house was bathed in a white light then nothing.
The last chapter is coming up soon. *sniffle sniffle* It's been one hell of a ride.
Last Chapter
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.
Dean doesn't believe in coincidences much. Hardly ever.
They were just to perfect to actually be true.
This was one of these situations.
If he would have known Tricksters were more than pain in the asses and were actually badass he would have made friends with one a long ass time ago.
He couldn't believe his eyes as the trickster just took out demon after demon. Of course being a Demi-God does have its perks he supposes. Number one the things are immortal, number two the thing can create anything out of thin air.
Dean stayed out of the fight most of the time. Which is going to give Sam a big laugh when things return to normal.
Normal….
What was normal? Dean didn't consider there lives normal or anything close to it. Normal is when a kid breaks a window playing baseball. Normal is when you fail a test then your parents tell you to try better next time. Normal is a freakin happy life, with happy memories and a happy future.
Winchester did not equal normal. In Winchester speak normal is when you accidentally cut yourself cleaning a knife. Normal is when you use a different alias to get a place to stay for the night. Normal is your mother getting burned on the ceiling, your father becoming an obsessed crazed hunter, and apparently going to Hell in a year.
Normal was so overrated.
Thankfully Sammy didn't ask too many questions like he normally does. Which worried Dean more than anything but it worked for now.
Dean was trying to shield him from the gruesome sights but Sam's eyes rose in wonderment at it all.
The trickster wasn't really being gruesome he was being a dick more than anything. Which was normal in its own terms.
Dean's really got to stop defining what is normal.
Sammy watched in glee as the strange man in front of them turned someone into a teddy bear.
This one was a lot different than the last Teddy. The teddy had shiny blue eyes and a bright purple ribbon to match its pink skin. If Sammy didn't have his own teddy at Uncle Bobby's he would have gladly took this one home in a heat beat.
Time seemed to vary. He knew that he was being carried by Deanie and following the strange man with magical teddy powers but he didn't know where exactly he was or what they were doing here.
Sammy didn't question too much because he could sense that Deanie was troubled somehow and worried. He wondered if Deanie was worried about Uncle Bobby. Sammy knew he was.
He wondered what the man with black eyes did to his cherished Uncle. Was Uncle Bobby hurt? Did he have a boo boo that needed a kiss and hug to get better? Was Uncle Bobby even alive?
Sammy shuddered at the last option. It scared him to think that he wouldn't get to see Uncle Bobby again. Sammy felt like crying but he knew he had to stay strong.
The teddy's and animals and bright colors only would last for so long before they got down to the real reason they were there.
Then Sammy would find his Uncle Bobby and kick some butt.
The trickster suddenly stopped at an old wooden door that has definitely seen its years.
He seemed to be intently studying it. Almost as if he hoped that if he stared at it long enough it will spill all its secrets.
"Bobby's down there Dean. But I'm afraid I can't go with you."
Dean gave an incredulous snort. "Figures you wouldn't stay for the big finale. Well don't worry about me. I got this."
The trickster seriously looked perturbed. "Dean," He said in that voice that was both parts condescending and disappointed. "I don't mean it like that. I have….things to do. I know you can do this there's no doubt about that."
Dean felt oddly satisfied that a trickster of all things gave him a compliment. He gave a crooked smirk and went to grab the door handle when he felt a tug on his shirt.
He looked down to see Sammy starting up at him with wide curious eyes. But instead of the fear he suspected he saw a string determination. It was the same look that big Sam would give him now a days. So confident and sure that he could fix everything.
Now though Dean felt bad for all the times he scolded Sam for his confidence.
Maybe that was how Sam dealt with everything. Who was Dean to judge when he hid behind a fearless and cocky attitude to hide his own insecurities and fears.
Sammy was just different than Dean and maybe that's what he's been missing most of all.
Looking down at the little toddler he gave his brother a reassuring smile. "You ready squirt?"
Sammy looked like a 2 year old going on 30 year old. There was no fear in the toddler's eyes only strong determination. Sammy nodded his head once and that was all the invitation he needed.
They were ready to face what was coming. They've been ready to face it for awhile Dean just forgotten that. Got a little confused but he intends to make up for it when this whole mess is over with.
Turning to the trickster, who had a goofy grin on his face, he bit his lip not quite sure how to say what he wanted to say.
Then a warm hand settled on his shoulder and he could see the trickster looking at him with knowing eyes. He gave one stern nod then descended down the stairs.
The stairs creaked and moaned under his and his brother's weight.
Dean winced. So much for a stealthy entrance.
The basement was dark and musty. It smelt like wet gym socks which rolled Dean's stomach. He could feel Sam's own face plastered into his shirt no doubt trying to block out the stench.
He tightened his grip on his brother and made his was deeper into the basement.
From what he could tell it was empty. Empty of any demons that is.
Making his way deeper and deeper he heard faint whispering and screaming. God awful screaming almost like nails on a chalkboard.
He listened intently to make out what was going on since the basement echoed so loudly.
"I swear to you Bobby Singer I will find you. You piece of shit!"
"You can try but you would have to get out of Hell first."
Dean gave a funny look and finally emerged to where the voices were.
What he saw had him laughing his ass off?
Bobby was smugly standing before a demon who was trapped into a devil's trap.
Dean chuckled dryly.
"We came to rescue you but big bad hero already has it covered."
Bobby startled but stilled as he saw them approach. "Thank God Dean I heard some horrible sounds coming from upstairs! Are you and Sammy ok?"
Bobby sounded worried. Even terrified. "Were ok. Nothing a little trickster couldn't fix."
"Trickster?" Bobby questioned.
Dean shook his head. "It's a long story. Mind telling me what happened?"
Bobby chuckled. "It's a long story as well." Then Bobby suddenly tensed up. "Did you find out how to change Sam back?"
Dean's mood deflated. "No." He whispered brokenly.
Bobby gave a sympathetic smile as he laid a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder. "We will Dean don't worry. How about we head on home."
Dean furrowed his brow. "What about the screaming banshee back there?"
"You asshole's get your asses back here! I swear I know people you do not want to mess with! Let me out of this piece of crap! SINGERRRRRR!"
Bobby chuckled. "It can wait let's just get Sammy home I can tell he's had a long day."
Dean suddenly looked down and noticed Sam was peacefully sleeping again. Something warmed in his heart at the prospect of maybe getting to raise Sammy again. Maybe they could find a way out of this deal.
Something else blossomed in his heart. Something he hasn't felt in a long while. Hope.
The trickster was leaning on a tree outside the old rusty house. He had a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
"Dean Winchester. You asked for your younger brother back and I granted you your wish. At first you were frustrated, confused even irritated. Then you realized that a young Sammy isn't really much different than a Big Sam and that you both had to change in order to move on and become brother's again. You learned the road isn't easy and that we all have crosses to bear. But what's most important is that your closer to your brother than you've ever been all you needed was a little self discovery first. You have completed your lesson."
The trickster then snapped his fingers and the house was bathed in a white light then nothing.
The last chapter is coming up soon. *sniffle sniffle* It's been one hell of a ride.
Last Chapter
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Date: 2011-08-28 01:06 pm (UTC)Dean learned his lesson, but his time is still running out, what are they going to do?
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Date: 2011-08-28 01:07 pm (UTC)