Author's Note: Hiya! This one is about a de-aged Dean! Yay! Wow, that's a lot of exclamation marks… Anyway, I would love it if you guys want anything in it, leave a review and I'll try to get it in! Love ya all (in the totally platonic way). 3 Oh, and just so you all know, I CANNOT resist a hurt Dean and a worried, protective Sam, so yeah it's gonna happen. Plus, I have always loved when Sam gets kinda mushy or whatever so I know that that will lead to feels, and feels lead to tears, and tears lead to the need for laughter, and the need for laughter leads to the next chapter! BWAHAHAHA! I'm so evil and intelligent that sometimes I think I should be locked in a rubber room for the safety of the universe.

WARNINGS: Language (just like the rest of my stories). Depending on what the topic is, it could break a couple of hearts.

Disclaimer: I don't. End of story.

*Underlined words are what Sam says on the phone, and Italics are what Bobby says on the phone.

I'm the Big Brother Now

Chapter 1: Cursed

Sam's POV

"Dean! Dean where are you?!" I yelled frantically. We were in Duncan Falls, Ohio hunting this stupid coven of witches that were killing teachers at the local high school. When we got here, we found out that they were fifteen-year old girls who wanted to be perfect, straight A students or whatever and if a certain teacher didn't give them an A+ on every assignment, they made sure that the teacher was brutally killed the next day.

Dean and I had just gotten to the "leader's" house where they did all the spells while her parents were out. Unfortunately, one of them had heard us talking, and for some reason, really hated Dean for no apparent reason. So as soon as Dean and I had separated to find them all, she trapped Dean somewhere in the house. Suddenly I heard a thump and a small child screaming and sobbing. My stomach dropped to my toes, and I started to search the house like a madman. (After I had killed the other witches, of course.) I finally found a door that was locked, she didn't magically lock it, and so I was easily able to pick it. When I did, I immediately shot her, in the leg, and ran to the pile of Dean's clothes in the corner. Lying under all the clothes was a little kid that looked about two or three. "Hewp me!*sniffle* Pwease! I's jus wanna go home!" The poor little kid cried.

"Dean? Is that you?" I asked tentatively.

"Daddy!" He whimpered, making grabby hands at me. "Save me Daddy!"

I brought him close to my chest and rocked him saying, "Shhh, shh it's okay Baby. It's okay."

"Ha! Look at the big, mean hunter now, just a little crying bitch!

I whipped my head around and saw the girl, Emily, on the ground with a huge grin on her face, but I could also see pain etched into her features. "What did you do!? How do I get him back!? I swear to God, if you don't tell me, I will shoot you. But this time, it won't be in the leg."

"Okay! Okay, the spell will only last a year then he will be back to normal. He won't remember any of it. And for now, he won't remember his adult life. Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry!" She begged. I had temporarily forgotten that she was only fifteen.

I turned back to my now-little brother, "Deanie, I need you to look away and cover your ears. Can you do you do that for me?"

He nodded and buried his face in my chest. I picked up the gun that I had set down next to me. "You don't have any say in the matter," I said coldly and shot her in the forehead.

When Dean started to cry again, I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, "Hey, shhh, I got you. Baby, I got you."

Bobby, Dean and I really need some help.

Oh hell, what did you two idgits get into this time?

Long story short, witches, one hated Dean, he got turned into a two or three year old, he'll be like this for one year, won't remember his old life, and now I really need help.

Wow, okay, yeah sure, come on over, and we'll figure it out.

Thanks Bobby, bye. Without waiting for a response, I hung up and looked back to Dean who was asleep in the backseat.

We drove for eighteen hours before we eventually got to Bobby's. I got out of the car and went around to Dean's side in the back. I opened the door and gently shook his shoulder. "Deanie, come on, we're here. Do you wanna go inside? We can go meet Uncle Bobby."

Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. "Who Bobby? I's don't know him,"

"Well, we call him Uncle Bobby. He is like family, okay?"

"Otay. Pwomise you won't weave me? I don't want you to go, cuz I's scawed and I woves you Daddy," he sniffled.

"Shhh, Baby, it's okay. I will never leave you okay? I promise. Daddy's here," I didn't have the heart to tell him that his parents were dead. Besides, he won't remember this. He deserves a good dad and a happy life, and I deserve to have a kid of my own. Even it is only for a year, and that kid is actually my brother.

Dean looked at me with the most adorable puppy eyes that I had ever seen. I picked him up out of the car and started to head towards the door.

When we got up there, I knocked on the door and waited for Bobby. Dean snuggled closer to my chest and tightened his hold around my neck. Bobby opened the door took one look at us. "Shit," he muttered.

Author's Note: Review, please! 3 I don't want to worry any one, but there is this thing that hides under my bed. Sometimes, it sneaks into my head while I'm sleeping. It's called Writer's Block. *Shudders* Scary right? So if anyone has an idea for future chapters, PLEASE tell me in the reviews!

~Reading is Smexy