Deaged Sam

Sammy?

General POV

Dean got to the motel not long after 2. He played pool for a few hours before he decided to go back to get a few hours of sleep. Dean walked into the room quietly, knowing Sam would be asleep and silently made his way to the bathroom. He grabbed his bag by the foot of the bed and continued on to the bathroom. 

Dean spent a good few minutes under the hot water, trying to soothe his aching muscles before he got out. 

Throwing on a shirt and his boxers, he stepped out of the bathroom. Dean placed his bag on the floor and laid in his bed. He was out like a light after that. 

------Time Skip------

The next morning came too early in Dean's opinion. Dean rubbed his eyes as he reached for his phone he had forgotten to plug up last night. The brightness almost burned his eyes as the time read '7:05'. Dean groaned and looked to his brother's bed. Sam wasn't in it so Dean just flopped over and his stomach. He turned to look at the table where he knew Sam would be at the time. 

Dean searched for the gigantic man he calls his brother but didn't find him there. The Impala keys were still where Dean laid them last night so Dean knew he hasn't gone anywhere. Dean immediately shot up in his bed.  Dean grabbed his knife under the pillow and scanned the room. 

The movement at Sam's bed caught his eye. The movement reminded him of the time Sam brought home a stray dog from the walk home after school that Dean was too sick to attend that day. It was like there was something trying to get out of the blankets. Dean slowly got to his feet and carefully made his way to the moving bedding. 

Dean placed his hand on the covers and pulled it back. Dean raised his knife as he saw hair. Dean pulled the rest of the covers back. This made Dean drop the knife.

Big eyes peered into his candy-colored eyes. The eyes were unmistakenly known to him. The small whimper escaped the small child's mouth before Dean picked him up. The child, no more than 3 years old curled into Dean's shirt. 

"It's okay, Sammy. I got you." Dean told the small child he held in his arms.