This is sorta a crossover with Supernatural, but only as a reason for Neal to be deaged. They won't be in any other chapters so if you don't watch or like that show please read anyway. Hope you enjoy!;)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own White Collar or Supernatural.

"The "Mara Rising" painting was stolen yesterday at three from the Musée Museum. The manager of the museum called us personally to retrieve it."

After that Neal pretty much tuned out.

Not that he wasn't interested, but well... His sources told him that the painting had already been stolen and the one taken now was only a forgery.

Of course Peter couldn't know that, so he just sighed and acted giddy.

Throughout the meeting he offered bits of information here and a useful tip there. Just enough that Peter would be satisfied.

Fortunately a few minutes later his cell rang. Neal ignored the glare Peter shot him and left the conference room. "Hello?"

"Hey Neal, it's Dean... Winchester."

"Oh, hey Dean. What's up?"

"We're finishing up a vamp case in Pennsylvania, but we got a tip that there might be a case up in New York. You still in the area?"

"Yeah, but my travel is a little... limited."

"Two miles. Yeah I heard, just wasn't sure if it was true."

"Unfortunately it is. What'd you need me to do?"

"Just scope out a place. Check for anything weird. If so we'll be up in about a day to handle it."

"Sure, what could go wrong? Where?"

"Thanks, North 18th Street. Old ran down building. You should be able to find it."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye."

Neal hung up the phone and came face to face with Peter, "Who was that?"

Laughing Neal replied, "An old friend."

Peter's eyes narrowed to slits, the guys always suspicious of something, but he let it go. "Turns out the guy who stole the painting wasn't very smart. Sold it a couple minutes ago. We've got guys tracking him, and you should be able to go home." Neal nodded and Peter added, "See ya Monday."

It wasn't a question, but Neal answered with a, "yeah" anyway. As Neal left the building he planned on going to check out the place. Peter said they wouldn't see each other until Monday, but really what's the likelyness that nothing will go wrong?

•~•~•~•

It only took Neal 2 minutes to find the place.

It was one of those buildings that just screamed, "I've got hundreds of dead bodies hiding in the basement," there's even beware signs posted around the property line.

Neal climbed the long past being electrical fence and dropped unto the hard ground on other side.

He approached the building which looked a lot different up close. From the other side of the fence the place was covered in rusty sheet metal and every window the place had was busted. Now though... It looked like a home you'd find in the suburbs. The place had yellow paneling and a bright red door. One of these must be a mirage, but which one?

Neal circled the place a couple times, he peeked in a few windows, hell he even scaled the place.

And of course it was as he was sitting on the roof that rain started pouring down.

He grumbled, "Great." and started his careful maneuver to the edge.

His foot slipped on one of the house's grey shingles and sent him rolling. Neal flailed his arms looking for anything to pull himself up with, but ended up rolling down the roof of the house. As he neared the edge he braced himself. He knew this one was gonna hurt like a bitch.

When he slipped to the end he didn't fall though, it was like an invisible barrier stopped him.

The suburbs house flickered and Neal found himself looking over the edge of an old factory or prison. Guess that answers the question about which one was real.

He turned in a slow circle and found the door. It was slightly ajar, and when he barely touched the knob it swung open. Okay, defiantly something strange going on here.

Click, click, click. Neal cautiously stepped through the entryway towards the strange noise. Thinking about it now that probably wasn't the best idea. Especially if you consider that he's now tied to a chair in a kitchen that was taken straight from a magazine. No, literally, there's a magazine sitting open on the bar flipped to a picture of this exact kitchen. It's actually pretty creepy.

A woman, probably in her fifties, was sitting across from him in an identical chair. When she realized he was awake she smiled and clapped her hands, "Oh you'll be perfect!"

"I don't know why you added the will. I'd like to think I already am." Neal smirked.

The woman, whoever she was rolled her eyes and puckered her lips, "We can fix that."

She stood from her seat and walked towards him. Laying a gentle hand on his forehead she started mumbling a weird chant. "You know maybe we can work something out," he fought against the rope as a weird feeling sunk into his gut, "This really isn't necessary."

"Oh darling, but it is. Besides in a couple hours you won't remember that anything was ever wrong."

Neal's eyes started flicking around rapidly. Within a few seconds he was unconscious, and one fourth his previous size.

•~•~•~•

Sam and Dean had called Neal half a dozen times with no answer.

Now as they came to a stop in front of an old factory or something they knew why. After they dropped down on the other side of the fence they found his phone. It had 18 missed calls, and surprisingly they weren't all from them. Someone named Peter Burke had been calling repeatedly for the past couple hours.

The two brothers glanced at each other before entering through the broken doors.

They had no idea what they were dealing with. An old hunter they'd worked with a few years back called, but didn't tell them much. Sammy did research on the drive here, but nothing suggested a case. If they hadn't told Neal to check it out they probably wouldn't have even came.

They moved quickly through the rooms clearing each one. Of course the last one they checked was hiding one Neal Caffery. Except the Neal Caffery who was sitting on the bar feet dangling wasn't the same as the one they'd last seen.

He was little now. Not just little like he'd been shrunk, but little like he was probably around the age of three. His big blue eyes and messy mop of brown hair gave away who it was, and the fact that the little boy in front of them was probably the cutest kid in all of history.

Dean slowly walked towards him, as if he was a scared animal on the verge of attacking, "Neal?"

Two bright orbs focused on him, "Help me... mean lady coming back."

Dean shot Sam a questioning look. Sam just shrugged in response, "I guess we have to find him somewhere to stay until we can turn him back."

Neal was practically vibrating now, "Petew."

"Huh."

"Petew and Lisbeth." His little feet finally stopped kicking, "I wan Petew an Lisbeth."

Dean tried to smile though it was forced, "Sure, we'll take you to them. Just come here." He opened his arms and the three year old launched himself into them.

They turned to leave only to bump into an old lady. "Give me the boy."

"Umm,"

"I said give. me. the boy. NOW!"

"Actually, we were just leaving so..."

Dean tried to walk around but the lady's hand shot out and clamped down on his arm.

Instantly Sam chopped it off without thinking about little Neal, or how watching someone's arm get chopped off might traumatize the kid.

The boy started making a high pitch wheezing sound and tucked his face against Dean's neck. As Dean took care of Neal, Sam prepared to fight. He held the machete in front of him, but the old lady didn't attack.

Actually, she was crying. "I understand you have to take him. They always leave, but you need to know a few things first. Usually they don't remember anything, not even their name. For some reason he's different. He doesn't remember much, just his name and a Peter and Elizabeth... and the fact that I was the one who did this to him. The spell usually wears off in about a year, but who knows, maybe the effects will be permanent."

"So... You're just going to let us take him?"

"Yes, it's for the best. Also you should know he's cursed."

"Why in God's name would you curse him if he was going to be your son."

"Oh I wasn't planning on it until you two showed up, Accipe, senes et iuuenes. Maledicat illum tenebris futurum."

Neither Sam or Dean knew if the curse would take because before she was finished she was disintegrating into red ash. Both the boys had what the hell faces. Sammy was the one who suggested what they do with the small boy next.

•~•~•~•

Peter was starting to worry.

He'd tried calling Neal all of 100 times with no answer.

He thought back to the office. Old friends usually didn't turn out good for Neal or Peter. He just hoped he hadn't gotten himself killed. Sure he was a felon and kept Peter always looking over his shoulder, but he was a challenge and Peter loved challenges. Of course that's kinda ironic considering the challenge that was about to walk through Burke's front door. He was watching the game in his and Elizabeth's bedroom when he heard a knock. Elizabeth's voice quickly followed, "Hun, can you get that please."

"Yeah, sure thing hun." So Peter did, and as he pulled open the door he came face to face with Sam Winchester. Of course he didn't know that. What he saw was a ridiculously tall man with too long hair, in his opinion, and a rough around the edges appearance. His hand slid unconsciously to where he always kept his gun.

"Hello, are you Peter Burke?"

Peter cautiously answered, "Yeah, but who are you?"

"Sam Win...ters. Sam Winters. I'm here about Neal Caffery. I believe you know him."

Worry wrapped itself around Peter. He knew after Neal didn't answer his phone he should have checked on him, "What's happened."

Sam turned and made a motion to who Peter suspected was his partner and led Peter inside towards the couch, "I believe you should sit down." Peter did and watched as another man a little shorter than the first, Dean in case you didn't get that, walked in keeping something hidden behind his back. The tall one turned towards his partner and knelt down, "Neal? You remember Peter don't you?"

Peter was confused until an unmistakable mop of brown waves stuck out from behind the man's legs. He watched as little Neal's blue eyes lit up with recognition. The boy clumsily ambled over to Peter, and as those tiny hands wrapped themselves around Peter's neck he knew this wasn't a joke. This was Neal, his Neal, "God, what have you gotten yourself into."

The little boy worked himself as close to Peter as possible without actually fusing them together.

"Hey hun who was... Neal?" The little boy looked at her and smiled a huge grin, but never broke his hold of Peter, or maybe Peter never broke his hold of Neal. Either way they stayed stuck together like that for the rest of the night.

Elizabeth unsurprisingly took the news of Neal being deaged great.

Peter also took it great, though that was a little more unexpected.

Peter likes things to have a natural order. Everything has its place and time, and it all makes logical sense. All except Neal Caffery. Peter always suspected he was capable of the impossible. This three year old confirmed his beliefs and would surely turn his world upside down and inside out. Peter didn't really think he'd mind though.

The men, Sam and Dean, who brought Neal explained how they were checking out an old building, in hopes of renovating it, when they found Neal. The boy kept repeating Peter and Elizabeth's names. Eventually Dean, the older, shorter one, remembered he'd had drinks with a Neal Caffery just a year ago in this same town. He was a CI for a Peter Burke. Fortunately they found him and as they say, the rest is history.

As the men were leaving Dean turned, looked Peter right in the eye, and said with all seriousness, "Protect him."

Peter nodded and later as he laid in bed, small Neal curled between him and Elizabeth, he answered, "Always."

So I hoped everyone who read this thought it was as cUte as I did. I'm hoping to post another chapter soon, but with school and basketball it might be awhile. Anyway thanks for reading, and plz write a review.

Also if you have any ideas of ways to whump poor little Neal, tell me and I'll try to use them. Please nothing that will take a long time to heal though. :)