Teeny Weenie Winchester Troubles (Part One)

It had been months since the Winchesters last encounter with the 'good' Fae folk, and the Fairy Queen had finally gotten a whiff of the brothers who had caused such trouble for her subjects a while back. Now it was payback time, and one of her many children was flitting about in a dark, dank motel room off a lonely road in the middle of the night, a mischievous grin on its smug little face. This would be fun. Nothing like bringing a big shot down to size, right? Literally, in this case; all the way down to fairy size. Luckily for the sparkly twerp, both of the Winchesters were in a deep sleep. Perfect. In a moment of deceptively soft and happy looking light, the fairy spell worked its magic on the elder Winchester; the one called Dean. The fairy flitted down to the now seemingly empty motel bed and nudged the miniaturized man who was somehow still in a deep droopy slumber.

"Sleep tight, human~" And with a devilish little grin, she disappeared into the night.

Dean groaned in his half-sleep. Something felt off. His groggy mind tried to place the feeling, but was incapable of doing so. Rolling over, he pushed the thought away. Hotel beds were never ideal, and now was not the time to become picky. But even so, the feeling wouldn't leave him, and began to draw him from his sleep. The air felt hot and heavy, and it was then that he realized he must have pulled the covers over his head sometime that night. The hunter pawed blindly at the oddly heavy blanket, searching for the top.

"What the-"

Meanwhile, Sam was still fast asleep, unaware of his brothers plight. While Dean fought in confusion with his now gigantic covers, Sam rolled over and murmured in his sleep. Something about chihuahuas and lettuce, though surely in his dream world the weird combination made sense. The old crappy motel bed springs groaned and squeaked loudly underneath Sams weight, adding further confusing to his brothers situation. From under the heavy covers, Dean could hear that creaky squeak, and to him it sounded like a whole suspension bridge was under massive strain!

Any haze that still fogged over dean's mind wash pushed aside. He had no idea where he was, or what was happening, but instinct gripped him tight. Run. He pushed himself upright under the strange fabric, darting in the opposite direction. While the adrenaline pumped through his veins, Dean scrambled to distance himself, all the while struggling under the heavy fabric, and strangely bouncy floor.

The small rustling sound of Deans panicked running itched its way into Sams dream world and scratched at his brain. The hunters instincts were kicking in, even in his deep sleep. In a few moments, his dreamscape turned foul, from the chihuahuas and lettuce to a nightmare of his big brother sprinting through the rustling underbrush of a forest, pursued by god knows what. After a few seconds of twitching and mumbling louder, Sam jolted awake, breathing heavily. He rubbed his eyes, his pounding heart calming down as reality gave him safety. Yep, it was all a dream, and there's Dean, sleeping soundly in his be-.... wait. Sam did a double take at his brothers mattress when he found that big bro Dean was flat out GONE! His eyes not quite yet adjusted to the darkness, Sam couldn't see the frantically moving lump under Deans blankets; just an absence of him.

"DEAN??" Sam scrambled out of bed in a panic. The bathroom door was open and the lights off; no Dean in there. The motel door was still locked, including the little sliding chain thingy that Sam could never remember the name for. No way Dean had gone out, the chain would be hanging loose. Something had happened to him, and Sam was frantic now, shouting his brothers name. Suddenly he noticed the faint rustling sound. On guard, he spun around, searching for the source of the odd noise.

"Sammy?!" Deans gruff voice was strained as he called out to his brother. Sam had sounded weird... loud... rumbling almost... and upwards? Sam's voice had come from the same direction as the strange sound had, and Dean instinctively froze... was this a trap? His stomach knotted... what the hell was going on?? Sam whipped back around to face the source of his brothers voice. It sounded far away, like Dean was shouting from the sidewalk while Sam was atop a building. With a blanket shoved over his head or... something! But the sound had come from the direction of his big brothers mattress....

"Dean?? Where are you!! And why the hell do you sound so far away??" The younger Winchester dropped down to the floor. Maybe Dean was in a weird deep motel-from-hell pit under the bed? No, there was only solid floor underneath, and Sam couldn't find any seams hinting at a trap door either.

"What- I don't-... okay just keep talking Dean!" Confused, Sam continued to search the room but to no avail. His brother was no-where to be found! Distressed and trying to figure out how to handle this situation, Sam sat down heavily on the bed (luckily on the opposite side of his shrunken bro), causing the mattress to lurch and then dip.

Dean's thoughts battled against eachother. Everything in him told him that the voice was Sammy's... his brother... But the strangeness that coated the voice made him think otherwise. He became even more confused when Sam had mentioned he sounded far away, as Sam had sounded plenty close to him!

Without warning, the floor... bent?! Dean couldn't think of another way to describe the sensation. It was almost as if something huge had been dropped beside him.... Sam flicked on the light on the bedside table, briefly wondering to himself why he hadn't done that before. The whole situation was really bugging him, but the fact that his brothers voice didn't sound hurt or in any immediate danger eased his anxiety just a tad. Thinking, he drummed his fingers on the surface of the bed.

"Ok I don't know what's going on but... can you describe to me where you are?" Sams eyebrows furrowed, hoping he'd be able to pinpoint Deans location that way. Meanwhile, the perplexed drumming of his fingers was causing even more confusion for Dean. The older hunter felt a weird tapping? Shaking? Some strange pounding to his right.

"Um," Dean paused, feeling more comfortable hearing his brother, " Its dark." Dean laughed flatly, "And muggy..."

Sam rolled his eyes at the "detailed" description and scoffed, looking around again for the source of his older brothers gruff voice. "Ok yea Dean, I'm gonna need something better than tha-"... Sam paused as his eyes rested on a weird little lump under the covers. Right about from where Deans voice was coming from. "Wait a second...." Sam felt a suspicion creep up from inside him. One that honestly, he didn't wanna have. Taking a deep breath, he gave the small form a poke...

The fabric above Dean had seemed to pulse inwards! It all happened so quickly that Dean was only able to utter a yelp of surprise, and push away from the strange lump. Sam withdrew his finger quickly as the little lump yelped with Deans voice and pushed back. His eyes widened and his jaw hung open. No, this couldn't be happening! Okay weird stuff happened to the Winchester boys on practically a daily basis, but this was just TOO much.

"Holy CRAP!" ..... The younger Winchester gripped his long side-bangs in his fist, not even knowing really how to react to a situation like this! "uh.... Dean?" Sam fidgeted and stared intently at the small shape beneath the covers, not knowing whether to lift them off and see if his big brother was still himself and not a talking mouse or something, or to leave them down and talk Dean out into the open so as to not freak him out further.

"I... know where you are." Sam braced himself for Deans reaction and spoke again. "You're under the covers and you're also, uhm, *cough*REALLYtiny." Aggravated with his brothers short jokes in this situation Dean rolled his eyes.

"Not the time for short jokes, Sammy."

"What? No, Dean I'm being serious here!" Sam grimaced and hesitantly reached for the blanket. "You're really, REALLY tiny. Like, action figure." The younger (but definitely bigger) Winchester brother gripped the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, beginning to lift it off of his miniaturized sibling. "I'm gonna get this blanket off of you. Just, don't freak out on me dude, okay?" Sam bit his lip as the blanket lifted away, slowly revealing the four inch figure underneath...

Dean knit his eyebrows together, waiting for the punchline to his brother's badly timed joke... only it never came. Instead, the fabric was lifted from overtop of him. The light from the lamp poured into his eyes, making him cover his eyes instinctively. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Dean's stomach seemed to drop as he was greeted with a strange sight.

It didn't make sense. Everything was distorted... foreign... giant?! He could feel the blood flee from his face. Dean blinked. This couldn't be happening. He could feel his heart quicken in his chest as he blinked again. And again. And again. Nothing disappeared. Nothing returned to normal... everything was stuck in this nightmarish size.

Sams mind went totally blank when he tried to think of something to say to his brother. Anything to get that ghost white, horrified look off of his face, but all Sam could do for the first few moments was stare at this teeny little Dean standing on the mattress in front of him. No way this was happening! It was all too surreal. And the way Dean was looking at him, like he was some sort of monster? He remembered that look, from when he had almost gone over the edge drinking demon blood and Dean found out.

"Dean..." Sam looked his little big brother square in the shocked tiny eyes and moved slowly, kneeling next to the bed so he didn't look quite as massive, towering over Dean like that, "...look it's okay, I'll find some way to fix this just snap out of it ok?" Sam put both of his gigantor hands on his own chest. "It's me, Dean, it's Sammy." Sams brows furrowed in anxiety, hoping to god that Dean would stop giving him that look of horror sooner rather than later.

Sammy? Like Hell the- the... the THING in front of him was Sam! Sure Sam was big, but this was ridiculous. Dean could feel his breathing pick up as his adrenaline seized his wrists, sending electric sensations through his veins. Run.

Dean wasted not another second, bolting away from the towering form of the Sam-like thing.

Sam slowly started to shake his head as he saw that look build up in his brothers face. The 'run like hell' look. "Oh god- no, Dean don't-" But it was too late, Dean had already turned to bolt away from his massive little brother.

"Damnit Dean, it's ME! Don't make me stop you!" Exasperated, Sam stood up as his older brother stumbled across the mattress.... not slowing when he started to get close to the edge of the bed. "Hey wait a second, you're gonnagoOVERTHEDGEDEAN WAIT!" Sams voice picked up in speed and volume as he lunged forward, plunging his huge hand right in front of Dean, stopping the tiny hunter in his tracks.

So close. So close! Dean was almost at the edge. He didn't quite know what he'd do when he got there, but the more distance between him and the massive... thing, the better.

Suddenly, he smacked into something. As he fell backwards, he realized with horror that he had run into a hand. Wasting no time, Dean scrambled backwards only to realize he was trapped.

His heart beat wildly in his chest, almost as if it were trying to escape the confines of his ribs. In a shot of desperation, Dean attempted to scrambled over the massive hands blocking his path

Sams heart leapt in his chest when he felt his brother; his tiny, toy sized brother run into his hand then proceed to try to CLIMB it. If that wasn't one of the weirdest sensations ever, he didn't know what was!

"Would you just calm down?? Dean, I'm not trying to hurt you!" Not knowing what else to do and fearing that his brother might succeed in climbing over his hand, Sam leveled his palm and quickly cupped his other hand over Dean, trapping him like a bug between giant arched palms. Alright, THIS was definitely the weirdest sensation. So far at least. He could feel Dean moving between his hands, trying frantically to escape.

"PLEASE Dean would you listen to me? Dammit I can't reason with you at all like this, can I?" A quiet sigh passed over Sams lips. 'Great.' He thought. 'Not only is Dean the size of a Star Wars action figure, but he's in full on fight or flight mode too. Being especially unreasonable. And to add to that, he's trying to run from ME.' The thought made the younger Winchesters heart sink as he held his struggling brother in his hands.

Not Sammy. Not Sammy. Not Sammy. The though raged in Deans mind. Gotta get away. Gotta find Sammy. As soon as his escape route was cut off, he panicked. He's never felt claustrophobic until now. Oh god, he was going to get crushed! His fists banged uselessly against the thick skin as the feeling of hopelessness slowly engulfed him. As the air turned stale around him, his movements became slower... giving the hunter a chance to notice the scar on the hand. He knew that scar. He remembered it well. It was Sam's Scar. Sam... It... was... Sam?!

His punches ceased as he fell to his backside in utter shock. Sam... was a giant? His voice came out confused as he spoke his one consistent thought,

"S-Sammy?"

Sam breathed a sigh of relief when his 'big' brother stopped struggling in his hands and finally spoke his name. "Yea Dean it's me! That's what I've been trying to get across to you this whole time..." The massive hand slowly lifted off of Dean, revealing the giant, worried looking face of his younger sibling only inches (though it might as well have been feet) away.

"Are you okay?" The giant Sams voice softly boomed. "I didn't hurt you when I picked you up... did I?" Sam looked his brother over, not seeing anything out of place or bruised, but wanting to make sure Dean was okay nonetheless.

As the fear somewhat dissipated, it was quickly replaced with embarrassment. Dean knew his reaction must have seemed pathetic, and the thought was enough to poke at his pride. Dean wobbly stood on the palm and made a shooing motion with his hand.

"B-back up, would ya?" barked Dean, trying to regain his normal attitude, "I'm fine."

The fact that Dean was trying to save face relaxed Sam, embarrassment replacing fear in his brothers eyes. At Deans request he drew his face back, noticing that in his worry he kinda HAD been in his brothers personal bubble.

"Oh, yea sure. This ok?" Sam would've been tempted to shove his face further into Deans airspace just to annoy the little hunter further, but the still tense atmosphere prevented him from taking that action. He didn't want to risk freaking Dean out even more. Instead, he kept at a comfortable distance and curled his giant fingers in a bit to act as a cautionary railing should Dean stumble back at all.

Dean flinched at the movement in the fingers. This was weird. This was... wrong. He hated Sam being bigger than him in general, but this.. this was more than he could take.

He paused looking at Sam, who looked down at him with a clueless expression in his eyes. "I need a drink."

"Really, Dean?" Sam raised an eyebrow at his miniature brother. "You think NOW is a good time to drink? Shouldn't we.... I dunno, be trying to figure out why you're the perfect size to get funky with Tinkerbell?" Giving his best bitchface, Sam poked Dean with relative gentility on the chest. "And I am NOT letting you have a whole beer to yourself. You'll probably end up drinking yourself to a stupor and drowning in it for all I know."

Dean raised his eyebrows at the mental image of himself and Tinkerbell. Not bad.

As the giant finger hit his chest Dean swatted it away. Unnecessary touching was a no-no in his books.

"Never though you could be a bigger nag," muttered Dean

"Oh haha Dean. And you're the one who was telling ME off for size jokes?" Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. Well, at least Dean wasn't freaking out anymore. But he was still just as stubborn. And of course while Dean was focusing on getting some booze into his system, Sam was trying to work out just HOW this strange situation could be reversed. His first instinct was to call Bobby but... that wasn't an option anymore. And he was sure that Dean would die of humiliation if other hunters (especially Garth) got wind of his little problem.

"So what would YOU like to do about this situation, hmm? Besides drinking giant beers." It was an entertaining thought to tell the truth; mini Dean trying to drink out of a huge beer bottle, only to fall in. The humor in it died away almost immediately though when Sams thoughts swayed to the worst case scenario (as usual) of him casually drinking his teeny big brother without even noticing he was in the bottle. Sam shuddered and shook it off, his gaze returning to Deans small body. Still weird to see him like that.

Dean eyed the clock. It was barely 3 A.M. What a shitty way to start the day. He looked back towards his brothers face. The size made his stomach turn, but he shoved his discomfort down in order to protect his pride.

"Research...." He groaned, hating the word, "Booze first."

"But-.... fiiine, booze first." Honestly, Sam could go for a drink himself. Holding a four inch tall Dean in the very palm his hand was NOT getting any less weird, and loosening up with a beer would do both of the brothers some good. Sam stood up, not thinking to warn mini-Dean. Causing said mini-Dean to fall backwards against the safety-rail of giant fingers when Sam started to make his way towards the mini-fridge. (Although mini was relative; it was about the size of a 5 story building from the perspective of the older Winchester boy.)

"Oh god." Groaned Dean under his breath as his brother moved. He was high. Very high. His fear seemed to creep up on his pride, and Dean found himself hesitantly grabbing Sam's finger for support. The weirdness of the situation mixed with a detest for heights gave the older Winchester a sickening feeling in his gut.

His longing for drinks grew tenfold.

"D-dude," Dean coughed, trying to rid the fear and somewhat whininess from his voice. "Put me down first."

When Sam glanced down at his brother (who was clinging to his fingers and looking rather ill), he tried hard to hide his look of worry. Dean never liked being fussed over and right now was probably an extra bad time to bring more attention to his worrisome height, but it was hard for Sam not to want to coddle his miniaturized big brother, oddly enough. He just looked so... vulnerable at that size. 'Oh god Dean would KILL me if he heard me thinking that.' Sam thought.

"Just hang on a sec, I'm more than halfway to the table already." Sam steadied his last few steps and lowered his palm to the round wooden motel room table so that Dean could easily step off.

"There, easy as pie!" The younger Winchester joked lightly, hoping to ease his brothers uneasiness. Dean leaped of the hand, happy to have found a stable surface to stand on.

"Don't bring pie into this," scolded Dean jokingly. Well somewhat. He tried to push humor into his words in order to avoid the obvious awkwardness and embarrassment the situation had forced upon him, but it was a losing battle. Sam reached for the mini fridge, hoping that a drink would heal his brothers hurting ego.

"Okay fine I'll leave pie out of it. But how about this?" A bottle three times the size of the older Winchester clunked down in front of him in all its chilled glory.

" Course.... " Sam mumbled and looked sideways at the bottle, perplexed. "I'll have to pour you some in the cap or... something." Sam crossed his arms. "And dude, if giant beer doesn't make you less freaked out at least a little..." he winced, not meaning to emphasize that word quite so much, "...then I have no idea what will."

Dean glared up at the massive bulk of his little brother. "There's not much in the world that could make me cheery after waking up at 3am to find myself doll sized, Sammy. Add some research on top of that..." Dean made a disgusted face as he motioned for Sam to pour him some beer.

"And for God's sake Sam, throw a shirt on."

Looking down at his bare chest then back at his brother, Sam raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, is my studliness bothering you? Y'know what, I think you're even more snarky than usual at this size! It's like..." Sams hands make a compacting gesture, as if trying to fit something very big into something very small "concentrated DEAN. " Sam opened up Deans comparatively huge beer, pouring a bit in the cap and setting it down with log-sized fingers next to his little big brother.

"It's less studliness and more your plate sized nipples," groaned Dean, taking the cap awkwardly, ignoring the comment about his snarkiness. Drinking was harder than expected, and Dean ended up getting more booze on himself than he actually drank, promptly asking Sam for a refill. He'd probably have to drink his weight in beer before he'd be drunk enough for this ridiculous situation.

"I-" Sam began to speak but really couldn't find anything to say to his brothers retort, so he just furrowed his brow and silenced himself. Until Dean ended up spilling most of his booze on himself. That was grounds for a stifled snicker.

"Pff, Dean, I think it's time we talk about your drinking problem!" Sam refilled his brothers mini cap, still chortling at his bad play on words while the small hunter on the table was still brooding. Sitting down with his own bottle and taking a few sips, Sam noticed the miffed look on his brothers teeny tiny face. "Oh c'mon Dean, don't gimme that look. You'd be laughing your ass off I was in your situation!"

Dean bit his lower lip. His brother had a point, but the thought didn't comfort him at all. Though his pride would say otherwise, Dean was scared. Not only of the situation, but... of Sam. His brother was simply a hulking mass that stood in front of him, waving off the weirdness of the situation. Dean couldn't deny that he wished Sam had been in his position instead, although he would never admit it. At least it would be easy to keep him safe like that... Keep Sammy safe.... How was he supposed to do that now?! Dean groaned and drank another cap full, managing to spill much less. He was not drunk enough for this. Not even close. Dean stared up at Sam, for once at a loss for words.

Sam waited for another snarky retort from his older brother, but none came. Dean just kept on drinking in silence, his face showing blank. The grin slowly slipped from Sams face. It was one thing if Dean was growling at him in annoyance, but quiet, blank Dean was NEVER a good sign. And Sam couldn't help but notice the way that Dean shiftily looked at him. Sam knew that Dean would hate him for it, but it was time for a talk. Sam leaned forward in his chair and gazed meaningfully at his miniaturized sibling.

"Dean, hey... we'll find a way to get you back to normal, okay? I won't let you live the rest of your life like this." Sam paused, wishing that his brother would stop averting his gaze. "And don't think I haven't noticed the way you keep looking at me."

"We sure as Hell are gunna find a way!" Shouted Dean, not particularly angrily, but more so to blow off steam. He felt hollow, as if the realization had yet to catch up to him. Dean stood and kicked the cap towards his brother, the gesture making it apparent he wanted another refill.

"And how do you expect me not to stare?" Snapped Dean, his face red from embarrassment, "You're a walking building!"

"Yea Dean, but I'm still your little brother! Ok well maybe not... so little from your perspective, but that's not the point! I'm not some monster freak. And you-" Sam paused and held his breath for a moment, lips pulled tight. "-you don't have to be scared of me like I AM one." He tensed once the elephant in the room was acknowledged. He could tell that Dean was still fearful of him, and he wanted to fix that ASAP.

"What do I need to do to prove that to you?" Exasperated, Sam threw his hands up in the air. "Trust exercises?"

... actually come to think of it... that didn't seem like such a bad idea to Sam. Dean was going to have to get used to his 'little' brother being huge at some point.

The lie was apparent as it left Dean's lips,

"I'm not afraid!" barked Dean, as he spun on his heels to turn his back to his brother, "And this ain't no chick flick either! I don't need trust exercises, I need beer!" Though as Dean said all this, he knew he was wrong. Just the fact that his back was turned to his brother send his nerves over the edge. He needed to drink... he needed to forget. He never wanted to remember being scared of his... little.... brother.

"Don't lie to me Dean... I can see it in your face, I can see it in the way you move, and hell Dean," Sams eyebrows furrowed in worried sympathy "I don't blame you. I'd be freaked too! But until we get you back to normal you'll have to get at least SOMEwhat used to this.... used to ME..." Sam wanted the trust of his brother back badly. Of course he didn't blame Dean for being scared, but the look of fear his older brother gave him drove cold steel further and further into Sams heart at every shifting glance. It struck him so hard that even the weirdness of the situation was pushed back in Sams mind and replaced by the goal of winning Deans trust back.

"PLEASE Dean..." Sammys huge puppy-eyes pleaded as he slowly reached his giant hand towards the toy sized figure standing tense on the table. "I'm your brother... you know I'd never hurt you."

Dean turned to face Sam, flinching at the sight of the oncoming hand. He scolded himself for being so cowardly as his pride took another hit.


"I am NOT getting used to this, Sam!" snapped Dean, gritting his teeth. He had to prove he wasn't scared. Dean took a step forward, his imposing air of a hunter surprisingly strong. He couldn't let Sam think he was weak. Another step. He had to prove to Sam... Another step... he had to prove to himself....

"And I am NOT scared!" growled Dean eyeing his brother. His heart beat wildly, but the mixture of booze, determination and pride seemed to swell inside of him. "So do your stupid trust shit!" Barked Dean, "Cause I am not scared!"

Really, Sam admired his brother for taking those determined steps forward instead of backing away from an oncoming hand the size of a truck. He sure as hell didn't think Dean was weak. Just really, really small. So instead of Sam taking hold of his brother, he laid his palm flat on the table, just an inch from Dean. Taking advantage of his brothers stubbornness and need to prove himself, Sam nodded to his hand, motioning for Dean to step on.

"Prove it to me then Dean, that you're not scared of me." Sams gaze was unwavering. It wasn't enough for Dean to SAY he wasn't scared, Sam needed to see it in his eyes. He needed to see his 'big' brother give him that smile that made him know that he trusted Sam. Maybe he couldn't get Dean to have a moment of calm at this size, maybe not even with booze or pie, but he sure as hell was gonna try.

Dean pursed his lips. He had detested riding the hand earlier, and wasn't looking forward to willingly embarking on the oversized mound of skin. Dean swallowed. There was no backing down at this point. With over exaggerated movements, Dean stepped up onto the hand. With is arms outstretched to either side in a display of (false) confidence, Dean shot a glance to his brother.

"Good enough for you Sammy?" asked Dean, because, oh God, he hoped this was enough. This was as far as he wanted to venture... actually quite a bit further. "Satisfied?"

Sams heart leaped in his chest when the sensation of Deans miniscule feet met his hand. Yea, this was DEFINITELY still surreal in ways that he couldn't describe. And yet, holding Dean in the palm of his hand almost made Sam feel... better about the situation. He didn't trust anything, not even a sturdy table, with his shrunken older brother. At least with Dean in hand, Sam felt that he was being useful in keeping Dean from danger. Honestly, this whole time he was having trouble getting worst case scenarios out of his head of Dean falling off the table or getting squashed by the beer bottle should it topple. Sam was a tad happier, but not satisfied. He might feel safer with his brother in hand, but Dean clearly did not, judging by the slight shaking Sam could feel emanating from his brothers feet. That would have to change somehow. There were two ways of going about this; waiting for Dean to trust Sam again on his own, or... forcing trust upon him!

"Mmnot quite Dean. This is about to be a crash course on trust, and we're only getting started!" Sam pursed his lips, hoping that his older brother wouldn't just end up hating him for this in the long run.

"Just try and remember that whatever I do, I'll never let you get hurt okay?" 'if this doesn't go as planned he is gonna KILL me!' Sam thought, quickly reaching his other hand down and plucking Dean up, up, up in the air by the back of his shirt.

"H-hey!" Dean shouted, kicking wildly as he reached for Sam's enormous fingers, feeling even smaller than before. Upon seeing drop, Dean immediately stopped fighting. He felt the blood drain from his face and he tried desperately to focus on Sam's face. Not scared. Not scared. Not scared. Damn he hated heights. There he was, inches away from Sams focused gaze.

"See Dean? Safe. Not gonna let you fall. Try and relax." Geez, Deans face was white as a sheet. He had stopped struggling, but Sam couldn't quite tell if it was because Dean was becoming more calm in his brothers hold, or because he simply didn't want to risk accidentally wriggling out of Sams grip to his death. A single glance downward though could've revealed to him that Sam had his other palm spread like a safety net beneath Dean. Sam wasn't close to done though. He got off the chair and stood to his full height, his brother dangling from his grip.

Too high. TOO HIGH! Sacrificing his pride, Dean shot his hands upwards toward one of Sam fingers.

"Jesus Sam, you're too tall!" Snapped Dean, his words coming out faster than he had meant to. While his heart beat wildly, he refused to ask Sam to end this torture. He had to prove himself...

Sam had to admit, Dean looked like a cat stuck up a tree, and despite how serious he was trying to be, it was a liiittle but ridiculous looking. Holding his Dean-gripped finger to eye level, Sam sighed.

"C'mon Dean, work with me here! Think of it as a roller coaster. I mean hell, they can scare the shit out of you at the biggest hill, but you know the ride is safe." Sam paused and gave Dean his best pleading face. "Trust me on this Dean, please?"

Dean pursed his lips. Sam pleading face was too much....

"Dude, you owe me. Big time." Digging deep within his pride, Dean found the guts to release his grip. In the brief moment he was air born, regret was the only coherent thought, and profanity spewed from his lips as he plummeted the short distance to the opened palm.

"Gotcha!" Sams hand was under Dean in lightning speed, cushioning his brothers fall so that Dean wasn't even left with a bruise. The plush skin of Sams palm cupped Dean safely.

"Dude, I TOLD you I'd catch you!" Sam grinned at his triumph. Of course, catching Dean was easy as pie; he wouldn't have let his brother let go if he knew that he couldn't be fast enough. No, Sams real victory was getting his miniaturized brother to actually let go! Sam couldn't help but beam down at Dean. "Gotta hand it to you, that took guts. And YES I know, I owe you!"

Dean groaned and sat up. The adrenaline slowly faded, and Dean was able to catch his breath and tame his rapidly beating heart. He couldn't deny he found a bizarre source of pride in the ordeal, but he blew it off.

"Let's never do that again." grumbled Dean, looking up to his beaming little brother, "You satisfied now?" Dean felt the hint of a smile crawling on his face. Despite the situation, he was happy to see Sam smiling down and him. He'd never admit it, but hearing his brother acknowledge him meant everything to Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeaa, I supposed that's enough fun and games for now!" There was a real, genuine hint of a smile on Deans face and that was enough to make Sams day, however early it might be. Speaking of which.... Sam glanced at the clock which read in glowing digital numbers 3:54 AM. Damn it was early.

"Well then," Sam turned his gaze back to his less-tense-leaning towards-slightly-pleased brother, "what do I owe you? More booze? Sleep? Pie?" Sam wasn't sure if room service served pie at this hour of the morning, but Dean definitely deserved something for his efforts. That, and Sam couldn't expect Dean to be able to help much with the research. Book pages would be a hassle to turn, and he'd be playing hopscotch on the keyboard all night if he tried typing.

Dean's eyes lit up upon the mention of pie. At least one good thing could come out of this shitty situation. In any case, he doubted he would be able to fall back asleep after the massive surges of adrenaline that he'd just experienced. And while drinking more was tempting, he was a little hesitant to get drunk at this size, especially with Sam. Thinking back to some of the pranks he pulled on his brother, he hated to imagine what would be in store for him.

"Dude. Pie."

"Pie it is!" Slowly lowering his hand to the tabletop, Sam tipped his palm and let Dean slide off. Pie actually didn't sound like a bad idea at all to Sam and he was considering getting a slice of his own. If room service was even operating right now. Sam dialed the number on the motel phone hopefully, and gave a thumbs up to his little big brother when room service answered.

"Hi yea, do you serve pie at these hours? ....Great. What kind?.... okay I'll take a slice of apple and a slice of cherry.... ten minutes? Thanks." Sam clicked the phone down on the ringer and pulled his chair back up to the table and opened his laptop. When the pie came he'd have to find somewhere to momentarily hide his brother but for now he wanted to at least get started on his research. Dean took the time while his brother was on the phone to take in the new perspective. The view was terrifying. Everything seemed... wrong. It was less like he had changed, and more so the world around him. Pacing as he thought, the miniature hunter tried to think of possibilities... Witches? A God? A cursed object? There were innumerable possibilities...

Gears were grinding in Sams head too as he searched his mind for possibilities. There just wasn't any lore that he could think of that would be responsible for downsizing his brother! Soon enough though, Sam was pulled from his thoughts by a knock on their motel door.

"Room service" the voice beyond the door said unenthusiastically. Dang, they were fast! Whispering, Sam turned to his tiny big brother.

"Get behind my laptop and don't make a sound." With the screen up, it would be easy for Dean to go unnoticed by the person at the door. Sam only hoped that his brother wouldn't try sneaking a peek around the side. So far Sam was the only "giant" Dean had encountered, and hopefully it would stay that way.

"Coming!" Sam said as he got up to retrieve their early morning treat.

Dean tucked away behind the laptop. One giant was already one too many. He hated the thought of needing to hide, but he knew it had to be done. Soon enough though the sound of the door closing and Sams giant footsteps could be heard from beyond the laptop.

"Take your pick dude." Sam smiled, setting a fresh slice of apple and a slice of cherry in front of the pint sized Dean. The sweet smells wafted through the air, making the car-sized dessert even more alluring! It was as if the familiar memories of pie seemed to wave away the discomfort and awkwardness the the situation. He was surprised to feel... well, like himself. Dean jogged up to the plates and circled them, in a way not unlike a shark circling its prey. He stared at the golden crust of both pies, smiling and completely unaware he was doing so. Dean couldn't deny that he had this dream before. The giant pie part that is. As he breathed in the warm scent of pie, he made his choice.

"Apple." laughed Dean, staring at the whipped cream that had become the deciding factor.

"Apple it is. Dig in!" A grin creeped up on Sams face. Dean was happy, and that's all that mattered to him right now! Though the scent of that cherry pie was quite alluring. It didn't even seem like Dean noticed when Sam lifted the plate of cherry pie above his head, and tucked into it himself. Mmmmm pie. Sam could see why his brother had an obsession with it. Sam was glad that his bro was so focused on the giant dessert in front of him. It was probably best for the tiny hunter NOT to watch Sam scarf down his pie anyways, shoveling (comparatively) wheel-barrel quantities of food in his mouth.

Dean was vaguely aware of the disturbing noises coming from his brother, but was too involved in his pie to care. He leaned on the crust, reaching toward the fluffy goal of whipped topping. As he pressed more weight onto the pie, the seemingly sturdy surface gave way slightly, and he found himself being sucked into the pie. Backing out, Dean attempted a different method of tackling the problem. Taking a running start, Dean was able to mount himself on top of the pie, only to have the crust crumble beneath him as he became stuck amongst the filling.

"Fuck."

Sam stopped mid-bite, almost choking on his laughter.

"SKPFFT!!" Doubling over, Sam couldn't help but grin at the hilarious image of his brother covered in the sticky filling.

"Hahaha, d-dude, never mind your drinking problem, your eating problem is worse!" Not wanting to get his own fingers sticky, Sam reached his fork down and scooped his brother out of the gooey sweet mass. Dean grabbed the fork awkwardly as he was raised from the pie. As Sam set him down, he felt the cool air meet with his skin. An uncomfortable contrast from the prior warmth of the pie. Dean stifled a shiver as he licked his fingers. His eyes grew wide as he tasted the pie residue on his hands. It was incredible. The taste was so strong... so precise. The flavors... so vibrant. This was better than anything he'd ever tasted.

"Dude, Sammy, pass me a fork."

"Dean, can you even HOLD a fork?" Sam raised an eyebrow, highly amused by Deans pie-hyper antics. "Y'know what? I wanna see you try." Resting his elbows on the table, Sam passed a trident-sized plastic fork down to his miniature big brother.

"Of course I can!" Shouted Dean, more than a tad insulted. He snatched the utensil from between his brothers fingers and tested its weight in his arms. While its lighter than expected, its still awkward and cumbersome to hold. After playing around with the fork, the miniature hunter decided it was best if he held its like a spear. Using both hands he approached the pie with confidence, "Watch and learn, Sammy."

"Oh I'm watching!" This was definitely better than television, and Sam was sure that if this was a reality show that it'd get top ratings and top laughs. Watching mini Dean playing around with the utensil was just too much! Add to the that the fact that the shrunken Winchester was still covered head to toe in pie filling, and it was enough to put a grin on anyones face. Sam watched his brother focus on the pie in front of him, eyeing it like a spearman about to go for his prey.

With Sam eyes drilling into him, Dean adjusts his grip once again. Might as well play it up for Sammy. Now wielding the fork like a sword and holding it above his head, Dean forced the fork downwards and on a slight angle. The majority of the resistance was found with the crust, but the force Dean had behind the fork was enough to persevere.

The challenge had surprisingly come from balancing the weight of the pie on the end of the fork. Struggling to hold the pie and fork Dean turned to his gigantic brother with a wild smile plastered on his face.

"Not bad, eh?"

"Not bad at all!" Sam slow clapped for his brother and nodded in approval, actually impressed with the feat. "Y'know what I'd like to see? You try and eat that whole slice. This is the one time I know I could beat you in a pie eating contest!" Sam joked playfully with his brother, enjoying the genial atmosphere of their little tabletop pie feast...

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Meanwhile in a realm of magic, the Faerie Queen was watching. And she was not amused... the Winchester who had caused her so much trouble some months ago was supposed to be suffering, not enjoying giant desserts! No, something had to be done about this, and fast....

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Rolling his eyes at his brother, Dean turned his attention to a more pressing matter; the pie. As he set down the plastic utensil in front of him, Dean set to work on his slice, not caring how much of a mess he was creating. The pie was... phenomenal! He assumed it was something to do with his size, but he didn't really care for an explanation as long as he could continue to fill his mouth with this ambrosia like filling! The sweetness was like an embrace on his tongue! After finishing as much as he possibly could, Dean leaned backwards to admire the sizable dent he'd left in his fork-full of pie. Not bad. Running a hand through his hair, Dean pursed his lips. He was a mess. He could feel whipped topping stuck in his hair, as well as pie filling everywhere else. It was at this time Dean came to the realization that he had gotten the one pair of clothes, er, pajamas, that would fit him, dirty.

Sam reclined in his chair, his own slice of pie all gone.

"Ahhh... that hit the spot. How's yours De-......." Sam stopped mid-word and gave his brother a rather incredulous look, noticing the same thing Dean was noticing. "How is it that I give you ONE piece of pie, and you manage to smear it on every inch of your body?" The younger Winchester scoffed. "Dude, you let that stuff dry and you'll be a Dean-Pie-statue!"

"You try staying clean in front of a massive pie and a fork that doesn't fit in your mouth!" barked Dean, more than a little embarrassed. Pushing himself to a stand, Dean set off towards the untouched napkin beside his brothers plate. The rapidly drying sugary filling making it awkward to do so. Unable to watch his miniaturized big brother struggle with the giant napkin anymore, Sam pushed out his chair and stood up. Not saying a word, he filled a cup with warm water and plunked it down on the table.

"You'll thank me when you're not stiff as a board in those pie covered clothes!" And with that (and almost immediate resistance from Dean) he picked up the small hunter by the scruff of his shirt and unceremoniously dunked him in the warm water.

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In the meantime, a dirty deal was brewing between Faeries and Demons. If the Winchester was to be punished, then what better way was there to get back at him with Demons, the bane of the hunters existence? Unbeknownst to Sam and Dean, there was more to be worrying about than size as a black eyed spawn of hell made its way towards the Motel 6.

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Dean sputtered in the water, spitting out curses at his younger brother, "What the fuck Sammy!" While Dean knew Sam had a point, he still was not happy. Glaring at his brother from inside the cup, Dean washed himself as he spoke.

"New rule. You wanna touch?" Dean spreads his arms wide, " You ask first." The lights flickered. Something so common in a motel that neither of them thought twice about it.

"Alright, alright! Whatever you say, sticky." Sam sat back, waiting for his miniaturized big brother to finish cleaning up. The light above flickered again more prominently. 'Damn faulty motel lighting'... but then, a chill ran down Sams spine. Something didn't feel right. His hunter instincts were on edge and he had no idea why. Did Dean sense it too? Sam leaned forward and peered down into the cup of warm water and Dean.

"Hey, does something feel... off to you right now? I mean- besides the fact that you're toy sized?"

Dean splashed at the gigantic incoming face.

"Personal. Space." He articulated each word, hoping that Sammy would finally catch on. "And my spidey senses have been off the wall ever since I was downsized." Grumbled Dean, scrubbing the stains out of his nightshirt. "Having a walking skyscraper for company might do that to a man's nerves."

"Ffft, well excuse me for existing." Sam scoffed. "But seriously Dean... something's not right..." Maybe it was the fact that his brother needed extra protection at this vulnerable state, but Sam felt hyper aware to any danger.

Sam opened his mouth to speak again, but the words didn't even have a chance to leave his mouth before he was violently knocked from his chair onto the floor.

"OOUF!!!" His head spinning, Sam raised his head just to find himself staring into two dark. Black. Eyes.

"Shit!"

Everything was happening so fast that Dean didn't have time to think. Instinct gripped him, as he launched himself out of the cup, knocking it over in the process. He heard a frustrated grunt from the massive demon, and braced himself for the telekinetic force that... never came. Did whatever magic that made him this small make him impervious to demon power? That was an odd silver lining. Maybe he was too small and too mobile for them to focus properly. He didn't know, and, at the moment, he certainly didn't care. All that concerned him were the fleshing tree trucks that shot after him.

Hands.

Giant. Fucking. Hands.

They snatched at the spot where he had just been milliseconds ago. As the warm water spilled from the cup, Dean found himself pushed by the wave of water towards the edge of the table. As he neared the edge and lost momentum from the wave, Dean scrambled to stand, and did something so unbelievably unlike him, he could only blame it on Sam's not-so-stupid trust drill.

He jumped. He could only hope Sam would catch him... or at least make for a good landing pad.

Sams eyes shot wide open when he caught a glimpse of his brother launching himself off of the table, away from the hands of the demon. Instinct and fear for Deans life gripped him, and Sam felt himself move at lightning speed, plunging his hand forward to catch the tiny figure plummeting towards the floor. Sams giant fingers snatched Dean out of the air before he could touch the ground, safely encapsulating the small hunter in a massive fist.

"OOUF" Sam landed awkwardly on his chest on the floor, his occupied hand raised safely above the ground. "Gotcha!" Sams moment of relief and pride at the quick catch was brief though, as he felt himself slammed against the wall by the demons telekinetic magic.

"I'll be taking that." cooed the demon, as he moved in closer. Enclosed his brother's hand, Dean wracked his brain for a get away... But where could he go?! All there was, was the floor, the demon.. and... Sammy! Moving as fast as his minuscule body would let him, Dean squeezed through the fingers, and reach for the pajama pants Sam had yet to change out of. The plan was a perfect temporary fix, he could slide down Sam's even longer than usual leg, and hopefully skip out unnoticed, and - well he hadn't quite figured anything out farther than that.

The plan would have been perfect... Had he not been stuck on step one. Dean clung to Sam's pants, shaking. For fucks sake, he had just dove of a table! This should be nothing! Should... but it was far from nothing. The drop seemed more menacing than the towering demon at this point. Dean could feel his knuckles go white as he clung to the fabric with unnecessary exertion. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he breathed heavily, trying to force his body to move...

Sam could feel the tiny form squeeze out of his fingers and onto his pant leg, but the whole time he kept his eyes locked onto the demon. He desperately did NOT want the demon to notice Dean trying to escape.

"Oh yea? I'd like to see you try, you black eyed freak!" As he growled out his response to the demons words, Sam could just barely turn his leg to the side so that Dean wasn't directly visible from the demons angle. He clenched his fist a bit as if to grip the tiny hunter tighter, hoping the demon would fall for it.

"You'll have to pry him from my cold dead fingers." The younger hunter notice though, that the little tug on his pajama pants hadn't budged an inch. Sure, Sam was ready to fight this thing one on one to give Dean a chance to hide and escape, but if he was still attached to Sams leg, well then a fight would be dangerous for both of them!

'Dammit Dean, now's not the time to freeze up about heights!' Sam was almost out of time. The demon would be upon him any second now, and the proceeding brawl could just about get Dean crushed! An idea formed at the back of Sams mind.

"Or I have a better idea. Why don't you go crawl back to the slimy hellhole where you were spawned, you ugly black eyed shit!!" Sam spat in the demons eye as hard as he could, causing it to screech and clutch at its eyes for a few brief seconds. In the moment of blindness for the demon, Sam shook his leg, causing Dean to lose his grip. The tiny hunter tumbled down, but Sam angled his leg like a steep slide. Dean practically somersaulted to the end of Sams leg only to be stopped by his angled-up foot, and unceremoniously slid off of said foot onto the soft motel carpeting before the demon could catch sight of what Sam had done.

Sam quickly glanced down at his shrunken brother motioning with his eyes to go hide.

Dean cursed Sam in his mind as he tumbled down the leg. His heart had practically made permanent residence in his throat. Though, he had no time to dwell on Sam's kickstarter. Taking Sam's direction, Dean darted across the room, sticking close to the wall.

The bed.

It would be home free. Too low for anyone but himself to fit under, and if his memory was right, the headboard had been drilled to the wall...</span>