Trick -or- treat fic
AN: I wrote this for the hoodietime halloween/autumn comment fic meme. this was the prompt; Mm... so, for some reason both brothers are deaged and with bobby or with Cas, and they want candies in Halloween =D
If for some reason Cas is deaged too, I will be happy but with both the boys I am fine
trick -or- treat
Bobby had the thing wrapped like a goddamn mummy. That should have been enough of a hint that it was not meant to be touched and poked and prodded.
After everything they dealt with, Bobby thought it was pretty ingrained in Dean not to just touch a mysterious package, but here he was, looking down at large, round, green eyes with none of the maturity and wear
that he was use to.
"Damn it Dean," he shouted. "What the hell do you think you're doing, touching witch's stones, you idjit!"
Dean stared up at him, the shock clear on his face and in shorter than the blink of an eye, those big
green's were filled with water, a tremendous tremble rocking his chin.
"I didn't know!" Dean wailed, and that was it. His four-year-old bottom dropped to the ground and he
sobbed into the air in the way that children often did, like a siren for all to hear.
"Aw, shit. Come here."
Bobby bent down, easily scooping the mess of tears into his arms and patting his back. This was bizarre.
Dean hiccoughed to a stop and stuck his little face into Bobby's shoulder. Beyond bizarre actually.
"Hey, what's going on? I thought I heard a kid screaming."
Sam stepped into the room, stopping when he saw Bobby, cradling his tiny brother in his arms.
"You baby sitting for someone...?"
Bobby sighed.
"Yeah, your brother."
Sam stared, confused until Dean swivelled around and looked at him.
"Hi Sammy."
Sam's jaw dropped and then a smile tugged at his lips while Bobby sighed.
"Dean?"
Sam walked forward, easily taking Dean in his arms when he reached across to his little brother.
"Look at you," Sam said in a child friendly voice, lightly bouncing little Dean. "I didn't know you use to be so
cute. What happened?"
Bobby blinked at the sight of Dean putting little hands into Sam's long hair and then pulling.
"You look like a girl," he said in a loud, high voice.
Bobby coughed to cover the laugh. Funny how Dean was Dean even in mini.
Sam handled it well though, laughing awkwardly and shooting Bobby a look.
"So, why exactly is my brother a baby?"
"I'm not a baby!" Dean insisted.
"Okay Dean. Bobby, seriously, what happened?"
"There's a damn witch in Oregon turning people into kids again. It took over a week to clean up her mess
and then Dean walked in and poked the damn thing."
"Huh. He has a problem keeping his hands to himself."
"You're too tall. I want to go down now."
Sam set Dean down on the ground gently and patted his head.
"There you go bud."
He fixed Bobby with a stern look when Dean began to tug on his pant leg.
"Why are you so big?" he asked.
"I don't know why," Sam answered. "How exactly do we turn him back?"
Bobby sighed.
"We'll have to get in contact with that damn witch again. Hang on, I have her number around here
somewhere." He walked to the desk, rummaging through papers for his notebook.
"Its gonna take a while so you might as well enjoy it while you can. Hell, Dean would be having a hayday if
the tables were turned."
"Yeah, well, I probably wasnt as bratty at his age."
Bobby snorted ad then stopped dead, staring at the wrapping still laying on the table, cursed stone out of
sight.
"Shit. Watch out for a big moon stone 'bout the size of a fist."
He rifled through the desk more thouroughly. It could be bad if Dean touched it again.
"This it?"
"Don't touch it!"
Before he could even turn around, the air in the room rushed oddly as though it was being sucked through a vaccuum and Bobby grimaced.
Slowly, he turned around, finding child Dean accompanied by child Sam, the curly mess of his hair framing
a tiny face and iluminating startled eyes.
The stone looked enormous in his little hands and Bobby heaved an annoyed sigh.
"Okay Sam, You're gonna have to put that down."
Sam looked down at the stone, his face cruncing.
"But I like it."
Bobby grit his teeth and tried to look stern.
"Put the stone down, Sam. Now."
He pulled it into his chest, protectively.
"No. I found it so that means its mine now."
Miraculously, Sam spoke as though he was simply explaining a truth of the world to the much less
educated Bobby. And he thought he wasnt a brat. Dean, who had been watching the arguement unfold
nodded seriously.
"I even saw him find it," he informed Bobby. "But actually." He thought for a moment. "I found it first, but its
okay, it can be yours now."
The boys beamed at each other. Bobby resisted the urge to bang his head on something.
"I know, if you put the stone down, I'll give you a treat."
He'd spent a lot more time with dogs than kids in his life. So sue him.
Sam thought for a moment then shook his head.
"No, thats okay. I want to keep this."
He held it up to the light, staring at the colours in fascination.
"Um." Dean tugged on his leg until Bobby looked down at him.
"I want a treat," he said earnestly.
"What? What do you want."
He grinned, exposing a mouth of tiny teeth.
"Halloween Candy!"
Bobby sighed.
"I don't have any."
Dean seemed prepared for that.
"Okay, but its Halloween so we can trick or treat and get Halloween candies!"
Sam looked genuinely intrigued by the idea, staring at Dean like he was a genius.
Bobby nodded seriously.
"Okay, we'll go trick or treating if Sam puts down the stone and neither of you touch it again."
They exchanged a long look filled with considerations and negotiation that only a four year old could know
and finally Sam placed the moonstone down on the ground.
"Okay, how about you boys go find something to do?" he asked, eyes skimming the room for his firetongs.
Finally he spotted it, and picked up the stone, placing it safely into a fabric bag and setting it on the desk.
When he turned back around, both boys were still standing there, watching him intently.
"Um," Dean started. "When can we go trick or treating?"
"Huh?"
Bobby shrugged.
"We'll go tomorrow."
They both frowned.
"But Halloween is today," Sam said confused.
Bobby sighed. If they weren't so damn cute this would be a lot easier.
"Look, we wont have any time to go trick or treating, but I'll buy you some beers later. How does that sound?"
Dean's wide eyes looked familiarly shocked as they stared up at Bobby. His mouth was hanging open
again, that damn tremble starting on his chin.
"That's not fair," he managed to say before the wailing started.
Clearly affronted, Sam cam up to Dean, wrapping short arms around his brother and glaring up at Bobby.
"Lying is wrong," he said. "You're not allowed to lie."
Bobby groaned and turned back to the desk before he could get further chastised by a four-year-old.
Finally, he found the notebook where he'd first scrawled Meredith's number and rang it up while Dean continued to cry.
He was half way through dialing her number before he realized that it would take a week, maybe more for the boys to grow to their proper ages if the did it her way. he pressed the off button and looked over at the
pathetic sight of the current winchester family.
Dean was burrowing his little face into Sam's shoulder and Sam was quietly saying something about
Willywonka and chocolate waterfalls.
"Dean?" Bobby asked gently.
He waited for Dean to fix watery, betrayed eyes on him before continuing.
"Do you think you could ask your friend Cas to come pay us a visit?"
Dean took a gasping breath.
"I don't want Cas, I want Candy!"
Bobby backed away, sensing the verge of a tantrum.
"Okay. Castiel, I don't know if you can hear me, but your friends need a quick fix down here."
There was the telltale flutter of wings and then Castiel's voice, directly in his ear.
"What seems to be the problem?"
Bobby jumped, but didn't answer because Castiel had noticed the lump of sad childern standing in the
center of the room.
"What happened?" he asked, frowning.
"He said we could go trick or treating but he was lying!" Sam said, pointing a rightous finger at Bobby.
Castiel fixed his gaze on Bobby a little indignantly if he was reading the expression right.
"Is that true?"
Bobby resisted rolling his eyes and picked up the fabric bag from the table.
"This moonstone. It keeps de-aging people and Sam and Dean were both genius enough to touch it."
"Hm."
Castiel took the proferred bag, looking in.
"It appears to be a mild spell, easily undone."
"So you can fix them?" Bobby asked while Castiel reached inside.
"Yes, of course."
There was a loud sucking of air and this time Bobby saw it happen. Castiel grew younger and shorter in the space of a moment, everythign changing about him except for the oversized trenchcoat which shrank
down to size. Bobby stared at the little angel, wondering (as he had since starting the case) why in hell the witch had decided that resizing the victim's clothes was an important part to this spell.
Castiel looked down at himself with his typical, deep frown, then back up at Bobby.
"It appears that my vessel has de-aged."
Bobby nodded.
"I can see that. Now don't tell me you'll be wanting candy too."
Castiel's frown deepened although Bobby had to say, the cute little angel's confusion as adorable in mini and equally unnaffective.
"I don't see what candy has to do with this."
"Its because I want to eat candy," Dean informed him.
Castiel stared for a moment and then suddenly a large pile of halloween candy cascaded onto the carpet.
"Will that do?" Castiel asked while the boys squeeled in delight.
"You can be my best friend now," Sam said, stuffing gum balls into his mouth. Dean nodded in aggreement and Castiel looked up at Bobby.
"That should keep them occupied for some time."
"Please tell me you can undo this."
Castiel just looked at him.
"Of course I can."
He stood in silence, not moving a muscle while the boys downed a mountain of sugar and Bobby watched.
Finally, Bobby poked the little shoulders, breaking Castiel's concentration.
"Not working?" he asked.
Castiel cleared his throat.
"Well, perhaps its a bit much for this body."
Bobby nodded, already having gathered that much.
"You gonna call for back up."
Castiel nodded, sighing.
"But first."
He glared at the stone and it broke into pieces, a sof glow radiating from it before the energy all drained out.
Sam caught the little show and his eyes filled with instant tears.
"You broke it," he said.
Bobby groaned.
"Great."
Dean patted Sam's arm comfortingly. Somehow he'd gotten chocolate smeared in his hair.
Bobby shuddered.
"Now would be a good time to call your angel buddy's, Castiel."
Cas nodded in agreement, but first took a minute to help himself to a jolly rancher, only shrugging when Bobby stared.
"They're yummy," he said, and Bobby decided that was his que to leave. If he couldnt trust an angel to clean up a mess, then he was better off giving up.
He cracked open a beer and sat back on his porch until later in the evening when he heard deep voices grumbling about stomach aches and pepto-bismol.