Dean hadn't done much else other than read up every ounce of information he could find about the Mark of Cain. And when the well ran dry with that, he'd even resort to looking at tattoo or scar removal.
It was getting worse. He'd barely slept all week. He was eating, at least, but he never stopped reading in the process.
"I'm worried about him." Elizabeth sighed. "More than I was before, anyway."
"Yeah, me too. But what else can we do? Researching seems to be the only thing even remotely useful that we can think of." Sam replied, nudging his cereal around the milk with the back of his spoon.
They sat in the kitchen just thinking of anything they could do to help.
"We haven't had a case since Charlie. How about we find one?" Elizabeth suggested, sipping from her blood glass.
Sam nodded, chewing on his mouthful.
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan – give his mind a break for a while, do some good in the process." The Winchester nodded after swallowing his food.
"Alright. Well, I'm gunna go have a scout around on the internet." The Vampire replied, getting up from her chair across from him, taking her blood with her.

She'd found a case on the tablet and instantly showed it to Sam, who took it to Dean. There was a few people in Oregon who had gone missing leaving only their clothes. It took some persuading on Sam's part, but he finally managed to get him to agree to come out on the case.
They'd spoken to a homeless man outside of the bar where the latest disappearance had occurred, who'd described a bright white light. He'd also smelled flowers. And then he'd proceeded to blame it on aliens.
Sam had suggested Dean go into the dive bar and ask around whilst he and Elizabeth went to check out the victim's house.

The house had come up with nothing. No sign of break in, no sign of anything even remotely supernatural. Just a crappy paying job and poor sense of cleanliness.
Sam phoned Dean.
"How we looking?" The older brother asked as soon as he picked up.
"Not great." Sam replied, walking down the stairs that led to the front door. "Turns out, JP was about three days from getting evicted. His landlord said the guy blasted Neil Diamond twenty-four/seven and that his bathroom was, quote; 'like staring into the Devil's butt.'"
"I can attest to that." Elizabeth said, walking passed Sam to the car with her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"That's... Vivid." Dean replied.
"Yeah, and accurate. I saw it too." The younger brother said.
"You saw the john or..?"
"Don't." Sam grumbled. "So, you got anything?"
"Yeah, I got jack and two scoops of squat. I don't know, man. I think we ought to just call it a night and, uh..." Dean trailed off.
"And what?" Sam asked. "Dean."
"Sammy, I think I got something." The older brother said, hanging up the phone.
"We gotta head back to the bar. Dean thinks he's found something." Sam announced, walking towards the Impala.
Elizabeth was leaning against the passenger door with her arms crossed.
"Finally..."

When they got back to the dive bar, Dean was nowhere to be found. Sam had tried to call him. It rang and the pair heard his phone at the bar.
They turned around, seeing the bartender with it and Dean's jacket.
"Hey, buddy." Sam grabbed his attention. "Where'd that jacket come from?"
"My Bar Mitzvah." The man retorted, moving round the bar to collect glasses. "It was a magical night."
Elizabeth grabbed two fistfuls of his white undershirt and shoved him against the bar.
"Try again." She growled.
"What the Hell." He groaned. "You're strong, little girl."
"Strong enough to break you in ways your worst nightmares would quiver at. Now answer the bloody question. Where did you get the jacket?" The Vampire sneered, wrapping her fingers around his neck.
"The dumpster, alright! The friggin' dumpster round back. The clothes were just sat there on the floor." He cried out.
Elizabeth shoved him as she let him go.
"Thank you for your co-operation." Sam mumbled, grabbing Dean's jacket and walking out behind his girl.
Elizabeth was already behind the dumpster when he caught up with her, flashlight in hand.
"You smell that?" She asked without looking at him.
Sam inhaled.
"Flowers. Yeah." He nodded, spying something in the torchlight on the floor underneath one of the dumpsters. "Hey, what's that?"
Elizabeth followed his gaze, seeing a boot.
They walked over and crouched down, Sam picking it up.
"This is Dean's." He said.
"Look-y here." Elizabeth sighed, picking up Dean's gun. She frowned, seeing something covering the handle.
She brushed it off, sniffing her fingers.
"Pollen." She mumbled.
"Flowers." Sam nodded.
Elizabeth took another sniff, frowning at the familiarity of it.
"Smells like... Yarrow. It's been used in medicines for centuries – used it, myself, more times than I can count."
"Let's go find out what it was used for in this case, then." Sam sighed, getting to his feet.

Back at their motel, Sam was researching on his laptop whilst Elizabeth topped up on her blood when a banging on the door came.
Elizabeth put down her glass and pulled out her gun from the back of her belt as Sam went to answer it, pulling out his own gun.
Opening it, there was a teenaged boy. He couldn't have been more than fifteen, wearing an orange and blue hoodie and red baseball cap.
"Yeah?" Sam frowned.
"Hiya Sammy." The boy replied.
Realisation slowly hit the pair.
"...Dean?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." The boy huffed, removing his cap as he walked into the room, heading straight for the adjoining bedroom.
Sam looked to Elizabeth.
'What the Hell?' She mouthed.
The younger brother shrugged as he closed the door.
Dean came back out with the duffel bag he kept under the bed, placing it on Sam and Elizabeth's.
"Wait a second... You're a, uh..." The younger brother trailed off, his eyes wide with shock.
"Uh-huh." Dean nodded.
"How?" Sam asked.
"No clue." The older... Teenaged.... Brother replied. "Some Scarface-lookin' dude, bright light, next thing I know, I wake up looking like Bieber."
"Why would someone turn you into-"
"Don't know." Dean shook his head, tucking his gun into the back of his belt. "Don't care. Hey, we got any grenades?"
"What?" Sam frowned as Dean started walking towards the door. "Wait, wait... Wait a second. Talk to me."
"Really, Sam? Now? I got no grass on the infield and a girl's gunna die." The older brother retorted. "Sorry if I'm not in a chatty mood."
"You're... A teenager..." Elizabeth stated, still in a dazed state of shock.
"Well done, Vampy Pants. Glad we've got that cleared up." Dean all but rolled his eyes.
Elizabeth slightly recoiled.
"How about you wait until you've finished puberty before you start sassing me, short stack." She cocked an eyebrow.
Dean closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Look. You two wanted me back in the game, I'm back in the damn game. Come on." He said, taking off out the door.

The old woman who was in the room next door dropped her keys.
"Ma'am, allow me." Dean smiled, walking over to pick them up before walking off towards the car.
Sam and Elizabeth exited the room as the former was half way through putting on his jacket.
"Your son is so polite." The old woman said to them.
Sam frowned, gulping.
"Thank you." Elizabeth sniggered. "He gets it from his mother. You have a wonderful evening, ma'am."
"You too!" The woman grinned, walking into her room.
"What the Hell was that?" Sam asked.
Elizabeth shrugged, walking over to the Impala.
"I'm having some fun."
"Where we heading?" Sam asked his brother.
"Tell you on the way." Dean replied as he got into the driver's seat and Sam sat next to him.
Elizabeth frowned at the state she saw through the windshield.
She walked up to Dean's window and knocked on it.
"Get out, Tinkerbell, I'm driving." She smirked. Dean got out of the car, glaring at her as he handed over the keys. "Hey, don't you go lookin' at me with that tone of voice, young man."
Dean scrunched up his nose in mild confusion as he moved to the back seat.
"These short jokes aren't gunna stop until we get this fixed, are they?" He asked.
"Not at all." Elizabeth gave an amused smile through the rear-view mirror as she started the engine. "Don't crap on my fireworks, It's tough being five three and it's about time one of you understood that."

"So, tell us about this house." Elizabeth said, looking to Dean through the mirror.
"It's old looking. There was the dude we came here to find and a girl I met at the bar, Tina. Scarface dude locked us in these cells in the basement – fed us cake." Dean shrugged.
"Cake." Sam frowned. "Why would they give you cake?"
"Don't know." Dean replied. "It wasn't even good cake – too dry."
Sam gave a hissed chuckle through his teeth, looking back at him. Then looked back at him again.
"What?" The older brother asked.
"Nothing." Sam shrugged. "Okay, not nothing. Look, this is... Bizarre."
"Hilarious." Elizabeth sniggered.
"Even for us, Dean, this is insane. What, you're like... Fourteen? How does that even feel?" Sam scoffed.
"Well, I'm me. Old me, but I'm a kid – it's freakin' weird, dude." Dean sighed. "And..."
"What?" Sam pressed.
"There was a Taylor Swift song on the bus that I hopped to the motel." The older brother gave a hesitant reply. "And, uh... I liked it, guys. I liked it a lot."
"Okay, that's bloody disgusting. What the Hell is wrong with you?" Elizabeth grimaced.
"Okay..." Sam frowned.
"And my voice is weird and I've got like, nine zits I have zero control over this." He continued, gesturing down to his crotch. "I mean, it's up, it's down, it's up for no reason-"
"Okay, definitely drawing the line here, you can shut up now!" Elizabeth cried.
"Yeah, that's enough, uh, thanks." Sam cleared his throat awkwardly. "That's just called puberty."
"Yeah, which sucks." Dean retorted. "Again."
"Well, listen. We checked out the alley where you got jumped." Sam continued. "And we found Yarrow."
"Which means what?" Dean asked.
"Means we're probably dealing with a Witch." The younger brother replied. "Yarrow's a flower, they use it in a tonne of spells."
"Okay." Dean nodded. "We still got some of that Witch killing crap in the trunk?"
"Hell yeah." Sam sighed. "So, we'll get you changed back and then light Sabrina's ass up."
Dean didn't say anything, drawing the attention of the other two.
"Right?" Sam pressed.
"Uh, yeah. About that..." Dean huffed. "It turns out this whole freak show has an upside."
"The comedic value?" Elizabeth smirked.
"No." Dean scoffed, leaning over the front seat and rolling up his right sleeve. "The Mark is gone."
The other two raised their brows in surprise.
"Oh, wow." Elizabeth breathed.
"How?" Sam asked.
"Well, I figure if this hoodoo slammed me back into the body I had when I was fourteen..."
"Oh... You didn't have the Mark back then." The younger brother concluded.
"Yeah, and if we reverse the spell..." Dean trailed off.
"Then it's gunna come back." Sam sighed.
"That's what I'm thinking." The older brother nodded. "So... Maybe we don't."
Sam and Elizabeth frowned.
"Don't change you back?" The Vampire asked.
"Wait a second, are you saying you wanna stay like this?" Sam motioned to his brother's body.
"No." Dean scoffed. "No, but, but if it's between being a psycho rage monster slash borderline Demon or a teenager?"
"Really?" Sam exclaimed.
"Look," Dean sighed. "I'm not a fan either, but... Sam, this is problem solved. And I'm still me. I can still hunt, I'm just, you know... Dewier."
"Okay, look. You have a point – kind of, but, dude." The younger brother retorted.
"I know. Got some good news, though." Dean smirked. "Virgin liver. So what do you say, when we're done doing our hero thing, we take her for a test-drive?"
"Yeah, sure." Sam mumbled. "I mean, you can drink again in what, like, seven years?"
Elizabeth chuckled, glancing through the rear-view mirror to the teenager.
"That's not funny." Dean huffed.
"That's kinda funny." The younger brother smirked.
"That's not funny." The elder repeated.
"Wait... Does this mean Sam's the older brother now? Do I have to change it up when I'm writing my memoirs?" Elizabeth gasped.
"No!" Dean protested. "What the Hell are you writing memoirs for, anyway? Don't you have, like.. A super memory?"
"Besides the magic-induced amnesia, yes." She shrugged. "But, what's the point in living this truly epic best-seller life if I can't note it down and share it with the world? Probably in the form of fiction or something. I've been rolling title ideas round my head for a while. How does 'Roads Untraveled' sound?"
"Little something I'd overlook at a truck stop." Dean retorted.
"You don't read books unless they have pictures." Sam cocked a brow.