GOD'S BLESSING ( dean winchester.. ) ✔

o3. our grandson, sam..

As Lucifer tipped Rita: the King of Hell proved to have been taking interest in what had God return and though unable to find the item, he discovered a pattern though which to pursue it:

Anomalies happen around its location.

Maybe that would have helped, in another universe, where monsters weren't real and anomalies didn't happen ever each Friday. But through some miraculous happenings, Castiel actually managed to make something out of the information they gave away Rowena's custody for.

The entire four-person team was in the Impala, heading for the new town in Missouri that has become the epicenter of missing people patterns. Their welcoming message arrived the second the car passed the town sign and everything changed.

"Where did Cas go?" Rita asked. The angel disappeared first, of course. Then Sam turned around, confused that he didn't hear the usual flutter of wings. This was the first time he lifted his face from the laptop and the quick scan into how odd this town really is.

It was quite a shocking view to see in the real world all of a sudden: Rita became old. "Dean, pull over, now!" Sam turned wide eyed to Dean and noticed his brother had the same aging changes.

Instinctively, the youngest Winchester brought his hand up to his own face, first relieved to feel the same usual smoothness, then confused once more to notice his laptop has turned to an open, empty pizza box.

"Is that a pizza box?" Rita leant forward, intrigued by why Sam decided to turn around, act shocked upon looking at her and ignore the fact that Cas is gone.

Both her and Dean were oblivious to what might have happened until they stole a glanve at each other. Then, much like children, they both screamed.

"No angels allowed, no technology and you two have been turned old," Sam explained what happened.

"Why aren't you old though?" Rita asked, hugging herself. Wrinkled, with white hair and random pains throughout her body, she was feeling the old age in her veins as some sort of disease, definitely not what she signed up for in that search for the Essence.

Sam shrugged. That was a very innocent and small gesture that ticked Dean off. He pushed through the space between them and returned to the car, groaning lightly at the familiar pain of being old. Unfortunately for him, this wasn't the first tike his youth was pried away from him by some force.

"The sooner we solve this, the sooner we can get out of here and back to normal," he mumbled, relaxing back in the driver's seat for a second.

"How do you know that?" Rita frowned. She felt the hurt in her lower back, so mindless of her current age, she just starting stretching.

More mindful, Sam stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder, "Maybe you shouldn't force your bones too much now... At least until we know why all these things changed."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted and hit the steering wheel. Just as angry, he got out of the car, cursing under his breath the aches of being old. "We don't have gas. How much until the town?"

"With your pace right now," Sam sighed, "This case just got a lot longer."

"Am I shorter?" With her own problems and issues, Rita stepped closer to Dean, to measure herself next to his shoulder, which shr barely reached.

Finally, separately from all stress and unexpected obstacles, proving maybe that they were in the right place, Dean realized one thing: this was a blessing. He would get maybe a day or two of feeling how it should be to grow old with Rita.

So, he found the strength in himself to chuckle down at her, "Just when I thought you couldn't get shorter."

Sam had the priority of checking the trunk and he was glad at least the weapons have remained untouched. He took only what he thought would be necessary and since Dean's articulations were now so obviously fragile, he decided to carry the bag himself.