Yes, we all exist: fluff and giggles

Good thing we have experience in this

If it's not one thing it's another. I swear I really did try to protect Sam from this hunt or rather mostly it was the spell I tried to protect him from. I had pushed him away when it happened so that whatever spell it was I would get the blunt of. But he grabbed me when I was blasted backwards.

Cas and Dean came running. Are you guys ok? Dean asked us. As Cas got me up and I turned to face Sam to help him up next. Yeah we're ok. Sam started. Ow he rubbed his head. Cas helped with the pain part of the aftermath of what happened. You two sure you're good?

We'll be fine Cas Dean. Don't worry so much. There had seemed to be no immediate consequence of the spell. But some don't some have more delayed or timed reactions to the spells. Cas tried to figure out what the witches had said or even the hand movement of said spell.

But they were so advanced he couldn't understand what they said that fast. And he doesn't often mess with witches. While we had a witch friend with us she was kind of like Crowley trying to help us one moment and trying to kill us the next but had a soft spot for me.

And eventually couldn't live with or without the boys. And Rowena seemed to have a thing for Sam. For the moment we were fine and we weren't sure what the spell even did but since it didn't hurt us and we weren't you know sprouting horns or extra limbs Dean felt this was a win.

After all the witches were dead. But that dark and stormy night several hours later we were in the bunker everything was going fine. Until I knocked on Sam's door. Sammy? Came my little voice. Farrah? Came his normal voice. Can I sweep with you I had a bad dream.

I had a bad dream too let's go to De's room. His voice sounded normal but he acted like a kid and the way he moved and talked was kid like behavior. But while his words were little kid as was the more mental emotional part I was about 4 years old again mentally physically and emotionally.

Like I said I got the blunt of the attack. We opened the door to Dean's room. De? Came Sam's voice. De De wake up wake up. I called for him shaking him as he slept in bed. What is it Sam? You guys ok? He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. We had a bad dream. Ok? He questioned.

Can we sweep here with you? Dean took a look at our pouting faces Sam hadn't called Dean De in a long time. And he was acting like a little kid again. Guys what's going on? Then he saw me and I looked like a child. His eyes went wide. It was then he realized what had happened.

This must've been the shoe we were waiting to drop. And the spell hit me more than it hit Sam. Ok Sammy Farrah get into the bed I'll protect you and we'll call Cassie tomorrow. Night night De. Night night Sammy. Night night Farrah night night De. Good night Sammy good night Farrah.

He yawned back as we curled around him on either side and went to sleep no more bad dreams. In the morning we called for Cas. Dean was looking worse for wear but he was worried about us. He had made himself coffee and had to take it away when Sam tried to take it.

No you don't. The last thing I need is a 4 year old mental brother with the limbs of my 20 something twin siblings or a hyper mini angel. Take a seat I'll make you guys something to eat and you two will get chocolate milk. De the chair is too high for me. Well can you fly up there?

Nuh uh? My wings are too big for my wittle body. I waved my arms around the sleeves of my shirt going over my hands and disappearing. Dean had to roll them back. He even managed to give me braided pigtails. While I thanked him and hugged him. Anytime little sister.

While he never got to have me as a little sister he had experience with Sam as a little brother just not when mentally he was too small for his body. Sam he could take care of on his own he'd done it his whole life but he needed Cas. To check us out and Rowena for the spell.