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Previously on Supernatural- "Otay" Sam miserably replied. Picking up a green bean he took a tiny bite hoping to drag out the meal as long as he could. He was so not looking forward to what he knew was coming next.

Shoving the last spoonful of green beans into his mouth Bobby stood and picked up his plate. Going over to the counter he deposited the dirty dish and silverware into the sink and grabbed his keys off the last hook by the back door. "I'm heading out for supplies. Shouldn't be gone long; an hour at most." He announced as he headed for the living room. "Dean, you're in charge of cleaning the kitchen when everyone's through. And yes, that includes washing the dishes. Oh and Sam quit your stalling. You have ten minutes to finish your supper. Isaac's checking you out after that, finished or not. Got it?"

"Yes sir" both boys replied with matching forlorn expressions.

"Hang on a minute Bobby. I've got something for you." Dr. Isaac called out as he followed the hunter out of the room.

His appetite gone Sam pushed his plate away. Toying with the hem of his shirt he glanced over at his big brother. "Dean, what did Tas say?" he softly asked.

"Ummm, that depends" Dean answered taking a swig of his coffee. "What's the last thing you remember him saying?"

Sam thought for a moment before replying. "He said I was two."

"Shit!" Dean thought. He was really hoping his little brother had heard the entire conversation. He so didn't want to be the one to explain things to Sam. Feeling his sibling's stare he sighed knowing this was not going to go over well. "Well, Cas said that making you little was the only way he could think of to stop the other angels from smiting you. And that they only agreed to it because he told them that I wouldn't help them if they killed you."

"Oh" Sam whispered. "Weast I'm stiww me."

"About that." Dean added. "Afraid you're only going to be adult you for the next twenty-four hours. After that Cas is going to revert your mind, too. That was kinda the other condition to you staying alive."

"What?" Sam hollered. "OO mean to teep me awive Tas is going to till me!"

"No Sammy! It's not going to be anything like that." Dean assured his little brother. "Castiel isn't going to kill you. He's just going to switch you back to your child mind. You'll still be in there. I promise."

"But, but I don't wanna be wittwe." Sam protested. "Tan't I teep my adult mind?"

"Sorry kiddo. Bobby and I both tried talking Cas out of that one but it was either that or let the angels off you." Dean informed his sibling. "But don't worry. You won't be little long. Bobby and I are gonna find a way outta this. I promise, Sammy."

Sam dropped his head to his chest. Nodding he whispered, "I don't wike this, Dean."

"Me either Sammy. Me either" Dean agreed as he reached over and ruffled his little brother's hair earning him an annoyed huff.

"Time's up Sam" Dr. Isaac called as he entered the room. Noticing the brothers' expressions he stopped in his tracks. "Did I interrupt something fellas? I did, didn't I?" he questioned looking from one boy to the other. Stepping backwards he added, "I'll just go back in the other room and…"

"It's alright, doc. We were through." Dean replied. Standing he gently scooped up his brother placing the toddler on his hip. "Come on Sammy. Let's get this over with."

Dr. Isaac led the way into the living room and over to the couch. Taking a seat on the ancient piece of furniture he motioned for the Winchesters to join him. Once they were seated he reached over and took hold of the hem of Sam's shirt and pulled it up. Carefully prying the gauze off the boy's side the doctor gently examined the stitched wound. "Bobby said this happened last night?" he questioned as he prodded the skin around the injury.

"Yeah, we were facing off against a demon in this old, dilapidated barn and the thing kinda got the best of us for a few seconds there. It threw Sam across the room and into a wall full of old farm equipment. I think it was one of those curved things they use to cut crops with that caught his side as he flew past." Dean explained intently watching the doctor's every move.

"Great" Isaac mumbled to himself as he lowered Sam's shirt. "Okay the wound looks fine so far. A little red but that's to be expected. Good job on the stitch work, Dean. You'd have made a fine surgeon." He stated as he searched his bag once more. "Now, I need to know what if anything you gave him when you finished."

"Nothing but a few Tylenol for the pain." Dean replied.

"Has he had a fever?" the doctor asked pulling out a small, rectangular case.

"No" Dean said. "At least I don't think so. With everything that's happened I didn't think to check."

"That's alright Dean. That would be easy to overlook considering what you've had to deal with." Dr. Isaac told the young man. Gazing down at the younger boy he took a deep breath knowing the kid wasn't going to like what he was about to have to do. "Sam, son I need to make sure you're not running a fever. An infection, even a little one, could cause a lot of trouble for you." He informed the young man as he picked him up and settled him on his lap. "Now I know you're still a grown up and all that but I'm afraid I have to use a rectal thermometer this time."

"No way doc!" Sam protested. "Oo can't do that!"

"Sorry sport but you don't have a say in the matter." Isaac replied. Picking up the squirming toddler he turned him over and laid the boy across his lap before reaching for the tabs on the diaper. Ignoring Sam's protests the doctor quickly unfastened and removed the diaper.

Seeing his brother fighting the doctor Dean reached over and grabbed Sam's flailing arms with one hand while administering a swat to his uncovered backside with the other. "Stop it Sammy" he ordered raising his hand in warning.

"Ow! Oo hit me!" Sam yelled glaring up at his big brother.

"No, that was a warning." Dean corrected with a smirk. "Now quit acting like a two year old and let the doc do his job or you'll get more than a little love pat."

"Tap! Tould this get wowse?" Sam whined tensing as the doctor inserted the thermometer. Burying his head in his crossed arms he waited out the uncomfortable procedure.

A few minutes later Dr. Isaac removed the thermometer and held it up to the light. "Good news gentlemen. Sam's temperature is normal." Isaac announced as he cleaned the thermometer and put it in its case before handing it to Dean. "But you'll need to keep a check on it the next twenty four hours or so just in case."

"You got it doc" Dean replied setting the medical instrument on the coffee table. "You through now? Cause I'd kinda like to get that little behind covered before Sam here decides to take his revenge."

"Not quite, Dean." Isaac answered as he pulled a couple more things out of his bag. "And Sam don't even think about it. Unless you want the next few days to be full of rectal thermometers, shots, and suppositories."

"Oo wouldn't" Sam challenged.

"Try me" Dr. Isaac calmly stated letting the youngest Winchester know he was dead serious. Seeing the youngster's shoulders slump he patted the boy's back. "Come on sport. It's not that bad. I just need to do one more thing and then I'll be out of your hair. Okay?"

"Otay" Sam quietly agreed. Noticing the vial and syringe in the older man's hand Sam panicked. "Dean!" he called reaching out for his big brother.

"Come mere buddy" Dean murmured as he scooped the toddler into his arms. Holding his little brother against his chest he rubbed the boy's back as he watched the doctor prepare the injection. "It's alright, Sammy" he soothed as Isaac administered the shot, "you gonna be okay." Dean sat and rocked his sibling until the little boy's breathing evened out. Laying the child on his good side Dean swiftly re-diapered his brother before covering him with the green blanket. After making sure his little brother was comfortable, Dean headed for the kitchen motioning for the doctor to follow him. Snatching up the coffee pot he poured two steaming mugs and then joined Isaac at the table. Dropping into a chair he shoved a mug toward the older man. "You sure Sammy's gonna be alright?" he asked as he rotated the cup in his hands.

"Yeah I am" Isaac replied taking a sip of his coffee. "Between the injection I gave him and the prescription Bobby's getting him Sam should be just fine."

"Prescription? What kind of medicine?" Dean hesitantly asked hoping the answer wasn't what he thought.

"It's just an antibiotic" Isaac said before catching on to what Dean was really asking. "Oh, well they don't make pills for children Sam's age so the prescription is for a liquid antibiotic." Seeing Dean's wince he quickly added, "But don't worry. Medicine has come a long way since you guys were little. They add flavoring to the medicine now so it doesn't taste like crap. Most kids actually like it."

"Good cause I'd rather not have to fight with him about that right now." Dean muttered scrubbing a hand across his face.

"Yeah, Bobby told me about the twenty four hour deadline. That's a crappy thing to do to the kid. Wish there was something I could do." Isaac grumbled. Glancing over at the worn out young man across from him the doctor smiled as an idea formed. "Hey Dean" he called. "Why don't you take that brother of yours upstairs and put him to bed? Maybe lay down with him, you know, just to make sure he doesn't turn over on his side or anything. I'll stay and clean things up down here."

"You don't have to do that." Dean halfheartedly argued.

"I know. But I want to. It's the least I can do after all the grief I put your brother through tonight." Isaac offered.

Nodding Dean stood and headed for the other room. Stopping at the doorway he turned to look back at his friend. "Thanks doc" he said giving the man a slight smile.

"Anytime" Isaac fired back as he stood and made his way to the sink. "Now go before I change my mind."

Bobby pulled into the driveway an hour later and cut the engine. Concerned when he noticed Dr. Isaac's car still parked in the driveway he grabbed his shopping bags and hurried up the porch steps and into the house. Unlocking the front door he rushed inside surprised to find the good doctor quietly sitting on the couch watching television. "Everything okay?" he asked as he set the bags beside the door and went over to the couch.

"Everything's fine Bobby" Isaac assured his friend. "The boys are both upstairs asleep and I didn't want to leave them here alone. Now that you're here I'll just be on my way. See you later, man."

"Yeah, night Isaac. Thanks for watching out for them for me." Bobby gratefully said as he walked to the front door with his friend. He stood in the doorway and watched until Isaac had driven out of sight. Stepping back he closed the door and set about checking and re-checking the salted doors and windows as well as all the wards he'd put in place. Once he was certain that the house was secure the old hunter crept up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom the Winchester boys always shared. Pushing open the door he peered in smiling at the sight of Dean lying on top of the covers with Sammy sleeping on his chest. Tiptoeing over to the beds Bobby picked up the comforter from the empty bed and carefully tucked it around his sleeping boys. Reaching over he cut off the light and then snuck back out of the room quietly closing the door behind him. "Night boys" he whispered.