John and Dean walked through the halls, scanning the area for the witch they were hunting. Sam was at the motel, studying for some test for the next day at school. While Dean and John scanned the hall the witch stood in a dark doorway, watching them from up the corridor. She grinning to herself, stepping back into the room, purposely making a light noise, knowing the hunters would hear it.

Sure enough she saw the older of the two enter, flashing his flashlight around the room, the younger following. She smiled at the site of the younger one. 'This was going to be fun' she thought, bringing out her 'magic' dust that she knew would transform the boy.

Quickly she stepped forward; soon she was right beside him. Of course she'd made sure to have a cloaking spell over her body. Hiding her from the naked eye of humans for at least an hour. She'd done it as soon as she'd heard them enter. She smiled at the boy before blowing the dust directly into his face and fled the scene.

Dean felt as though someone was in front of him but try as he might he saw no one. He knew something was wrong when something blew on his face, his skin stinging as though hit with grit or sand. He suddenly went cold as he started coughing, the stinging invisible substance going into his lungs, setting them on fire.

He coughed harder, almost desperate to rid the burning feeling but it just increases, his entire body shivered before totally gave out under his weight. He heard his Dad call out to him before his world went black.

John was panicking when he saw his son collapse after what seemed like a coughing fit. "Dean!" he shouted, kneeling beside his writhing son before his body went limp. There was a painful moment of silence before John felt for a pulse and almost cried out in relief when he found one, though it was fast.

Without another thought he slung his limp son over his shoulder and started running, trying to be careful with the body. The witch could wait, hell she's the one who probably did this to Dean. Anger rose in his chest. If his son was harmed in anyway he was going to make sure the wench died a slow death.

Sam was sitting, studying for an important test for history that would take place tomorrow at school. He felt bad about not going hunting but hell if he was going to go hunting instead of working. He was 16 and nearing the end of school. He had to get good grades.

As he sat and studied he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala. He frowned and looked at the clock, his Dad and Brother couldn't have finished off the witch that fast. He felt his body go cold at the thought of either of them harmed.

He heard a rapid knock on the door and was out of his chair and had the door open in a matter of seconds, his heart pounding. When he saw his Father standing in the doorway, his brothers body hanging limp over his shoulders he knew something had gone wrong.

"Dad! What's wrong with Dean?" Sam asked, stepping out his Fathers line of walking. He gently lay down Dean on the sofa and looked him over. "I don't know Sam, I'm thinking the witch put a spell on him" he answered his son and continued examining him "Call Bobby, son. We need help" he almost whispered, Sam had to strain his ears to hear it.

Soon they had Dean lying on one of the beds, his face pale but otherwise he looked fine, he just wouldn't wake up. Bobby told them to wait and see if he woke up and if he didn't in two days they needed to take him to Bobby's.

John sighed, passing a hand over his face. God he was tired and he could see Sam nearly drifting off. "Come on Sam, we need some rest if we want to look after him from whatever crazy curse he's under" John told Sam. Without a word they lay on their beds, falling asleep to the sounds of Deans breathing.

Sam and John woke up and immediately went to Dean's bed and when they saw him…it wasn't the 20 year old Dean Winchester but a very small boy. They merely stared at the boys long curls clustered on his baby shaped face, he had freckles dancing over his nose and cheeks. "What the!" John gasped, waking the child up.

The boy opened his amazing green eyes; he blinked a few times before looking up to the two men, staring down at him. He grinned, making Sam and John stare more "Hey Sammy, how's the geek study time going?" he asked.

"Dean?" Sam and John asked at the same time.

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