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Dean woke up, still wrapped around Sam, but fully grown again. The sofa beneath them seemed to have stretched enough to accommodate their six-foot-plus frames. Sam stretched, wiggling and mumbling as he struggled awake.
Dean watched fondly as he finally opened his eyes, rubbing them as if he was still four.
“So…that was weird, huh?”
Sam blinked at him and then smiled. “Roger Green read us a bedtime story.”
“Yeah. I guess he did.”
Sam sobered. “Was that the first time anyone ever read to you?”
Dean looked away. “Course not. Mom used to read to me all the time.”
Sam just stared at him.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re feeling sorry for me.”
Sam didn’t bother to deny it. Just blinked once and looked away. He stretched, his long frame curiously clad in the same pajamas as his four-year-old self. He got to his feet. “I’m gonna go cook you breakfast. What do you want? Pancakes?”
“Pig in a poke?”
Sam glared at him.
“Too soon?”
“Always.”
“Alright, I’ll have toast, bacon, and Lucky Charms.”
Sam smiled. “Coming right up.”
He walked away and then stopped, came back, and kissed Dean on the cheek, before pulling back and looking him in the eye. “I love you, Dean.”
Dean watched him walk away. Once Sam disappeared around the wall to the kitchen he looked back down and smiled. “Love you too, Sam.”