Dean Winchester awoke and rubbed his freckled face with his pudgy hands. He sat up and climbed off his bed, tottering his way over to wake up his brother. “Sammy! Sammy get up!” He yelled, reaching up as far as his short arms would allow him to shake his brother’s shoulders, which were huge compared to Dean’s little five-year-old ones. “S’my!” He gave up on getting his brother awake and made his way over to Cas’ sleeping figure, clad in a tiny trench coat, sucking on his thumb. “Cassy! Wake up!” He shook the five-year-old sized angel’s shoulders as well. Dean failed to notice that he was not usually a five-year-old; He was, in fact, twenty-seven. He was supposed to be, anyway. Now he had the body and mind of a five-year-old, and Castiel did as well. Sam was the only member of Team Free Will who was left in his body and age.
The little angel finally awoke, rubbing his bright blue eyes sleepily. “S’matter, Dean?”
“Help me wake up Sammy!” Little Dean answered gleefully, climbing onto Sam’s bed and sitting on his chest.
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