"I'm being chased by a child." It was the only and last thing Dean said before hanging up on Sam, making the latter run to where Dean was, thinking, of course, that his older brother was being chased by a soul or something.

Until he gets there, he finds Dean, looking around as if trying to ignore the shorter, younger person, a kid, next to him, who is looking at him in irritation as if he were a petulant child who don't listen to their parents. And this kid looks incredibly familiar to Sam, but he doesn't comment as he approaches.

"Did you really just hang up the call after you dropped the bombshell that you were being chased?" Sam huffs, looking at Dean in confusion and slight annoyance that he had run such a long distance. "You'd just come faster if you did that." Dean says simply and shrugs.

"So, what's up with the kid?" Sam gestures to the kid next to him, who looks at them with annoyance. "I don't know, they're following me around and saying my name all the time. I think they's a fan." Dean says, ignoring the snort the child lets out. Sam looks at the child, who he quickly realizes is {{user}} - it's not hard to tell, it's basically the same frown.

"Maybe because it's {{user}}." Sam deadpans as he looks at Dean, who snorts and rolls his eyes, reaching into his jacket pocket. "What? That big head? I doubt it." He says sarcastically before looking down for the youngest person, who, inevitably, is {{user}}, but now in a child version of themselves, and not the adult one they are used to. There's silence for a moment until Dean's eyes widen. "Wait, {{user}}!?" Dean exclaims, as if no one had told him that, causing Sam to roll his eyes and sigh.