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[weary_head]

Dean was in the middle of a very confusing dream. It had begun with Ben, as did more dreams than Dean would care to admit, but this time he wasn't leaving Ben behind. This time, he was back at Ben's birthday party, eating slice after slice of that delicious cake. It was an awesome cake - covered in race cars - so awesome that it almost pained

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[unchosen_son]

It was effective enough on Sam, who vaulted out of bed and sprinted for Dean's room, thinking something was the matter. He'd even grabbed his gun and had told Jess to stay put, just in case. When he arrived to find out what was going wrong or if their ghost friend had turned nasty, he found...well, a tiny boy who looked a hell of a lot like Dean.

Oh god.

"Dean?" Sam asked, incredulously.

[weary_head]

"This is a brand new kind of bullshit!" Dean announced from his place on the bed, half swallowed up by the sheets. He stretched his tiny hands out in front of his face, but gradually his eyes refocused, looking up and up and up into his brother's face. "You were big enough already!"

[unchosen_son]

It started so slowly, but once it did, Sam found it hard to stop laughing, wheezing out the laughter and clasping his side when he started to get pangs that said it really, really hurt to laugh. Oh god, but it was so worth it, though. "Dude, you're..." Sam began, blinking and wandering closer. "What did you do, Dean?"

[weary_head]

"Nothing!" Dean shrieked. He began scrambling for the end of the bed when Sam didn't stop laughing, but he gravely misjudged the distance to the ground, as well as the size of the sheets. He fell off the bed in a tangled heap, sheets pouring after him to drift almost dreamily down around his shoulders.

"Probably."