You, Sam, and Dean had been working on a case. Hunting a witch. You all thought that everything had gone well. That it was a success. Well... it almost was. But with the creatures dying breath, it muttered out a curse. None of you knew what until you went back to the motel that night. You all went to bed.

When you walked back over to Sam and Dean's separate motel room the next morning, you knocked on the door, and Dean frantically let you in. You were confused at his panic until you saw it.

Sam was no longer... well, he was no longer an adult man. The witch had cursed him, and it had taken effect overnight. He was a small, babbling toddler. He still had the same messy brown hair and Hazel eyes, but he was now a 1 year old little boy.

Great.