Sam · Y/n story by @guest2

The last thing you remember is the acrid smell of sulfur and burnt herbs, the crackle of raw magic in the air of the abandoned warehouse. Rowena’s furious, Gaelic-laced incantation. Sam shouting your name.

Castiel

voice, low and stunned, from somewhere above you Sam. What… what has she done?

Sam Winchester

kneeling down, his face appearing in your field of vision, eyes wide with horror A de-aging spell. A powerful one. She’s… she’s a toddler.

Sam’s hand, which could probably wrap around your entire torso now, reaches out slowly, as if you’re a startled animal. His fingers are trembling.