AN: Goooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So Dead Rising I had to take down due to a few complaints and accusations. But I plan on making a few tweaks and changes and will re post it in the future. But for now I'm going to move on to the next story! And this person has been waiting for this request! So. Here we go! I hope everyone had a safe and fun Holiday! Happy late Holidays and New Year! I didn't get a new laptop. My parents couldn't afford it, so I'm going to see if my old one can be fixed. I hope so! That was my baby! Ayways, I got some goodies for Christmas! I finally got an electric guitar! It's black and I named it Impala! Lol! I also got season 9 of SPN on DVD! With some Doctor Who, and my favorite old Spider Man cartoon! I got a couple of t shirts too! So I had a good Christmas! I hope you guys did too! Or had a good Holiday if you don't celebrate Christmas! So this is set after Siren, I have to re watch the episode because I don't remember what really happened. I remember some of it, but not the whole thing. So forgive me if there's something out of place! I'll re watch the episode this week and you know. Lol! Anyways, let's go!

Summary: Set Season 4 AU after Siren: After the siren incident Dean and Sam had been at odds and ends with each other. Sam wakes up pocket size! When Dean notices he refuses to help and blames Sam for being so small. Heartbroken and not wanting to be where he isn't wanted, he leaves and winds up in trouble! Can he make it out alive? Or will Sam meet his end? Stay tuned and find out!

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Down sized!

Sam sat on the hood of the old beat up truck in Bobby's junk yard. He and Dean had arrived yesterday after the incident with the siren and the tension between them was so bad, you could cut it like butter.

They had apologized to each other but it didn't feel like enough. Both were walking on egg shells and Sam hated it!

He really didn't mean what he said and none of it was true! He really did love his brother! He really did! How could he not? Dean did raise him after all and he was more a father to him than anyone he knew.

"I feel so small and helpless. What do I do?" He whispered to no one in particular.

He leaned back and continued to gaze at the stars above.

Dean was doing some maintance on the Impala and thinking about what Sam had said. He knew he had some things that set Sam back on his heels but he couldn't help but feel that that was the Sam had really felt about him.

Sure Sam apologized to him and he apologized to Sam. But he felt like it didn't matter. He meant to hurt to Sam, as Sam did the same.

But still. Sammy was his. Always will be. He raised the boy into the fine young man before him.

"Maybe some time away will do us some good." Dean said to himself.

He was a little hesitant at the idea but he thought that some time away may do them some good. Give them a little breathing room and maybe things will better.

Later that night

Sam laid in his bed listening to Dean to sleep. He couldn't sleep. His brain was going a million miles an hour and he couldn't quiet the storm in his mind.

He rolled over and snuggled into the blankets further but it had no affect. He was still really restless.

'I wish I was small. Times seemed to be a lot better when I was smaller. Hell, I still feel really small.' Sam thought.

Finally after some tossing and turning, his mind gave in to sleep and surrendered to the nightmares that plagued him.

Sam's Nightmare

Sam was running and it felt like he ran for a long time. But he continued on.

He looked behind him and saw his chaser and couldn't believe his own brother wanted to kill him.

He tripped and fell. He felt something grab him and drag him into the dreaded darkness that now surrounded him.

He woke up and he was strapped down and his shirt had been removed.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Ready for our fun filled day?" Dean asked.

Sam whimpered into the gag that was also the strap holding his head down. He closed his eyes and thought to himself that this wasn't Dean.

"No? But Sammy, we're going to have so much fun! And I'm going to show you how much I love you." Dean smirked evilly.

Dean took a scapel and gently ran the blade down Sam's bare chest.

"Let's see if we can find little Sammy's heart." Dean said gleefully.

Sam began to hyperventilate! He wanted to move and get away! But he couldn't! He was strapped down too tightly.

He screamed as the blade bit into his skin and he felt his intenstines being yanked out.

"Nope. Let's see." Dean sing songed.

Dean continued his torture until Sam's heart was in his had and barely beating.

"There it is! Look how pretty!" Dean exclaimed happily.

He squeezed Sam's heart until it stopped.

Sam bolted up and felt like he couldn't breath! He took a few gulps of air and after a minute he got his breathing back to normal and he wiped the sweat of his forehead.

He pushed back his blankets and that's when he noticed. He was pocket sized!

"What the Hell!?" He freaked.

He panicked a little and settled himself down.

"Okay. Okay. Don't panic. Find Bobby!" He said to himself.

He looked down from the bed and sighed.

"How do I get down?" He asked himself.

He looked over at the sleeping Dean and made his way to the night stand. He climbed to the top of the pillows and jumped on to the night table. He made his over to Dean and then hopped onto his brother. He landed on his chest and ended up his ass on the bed when Dean mumbled and rolled over.

"Dean! Hey Dean!" Sam called.

Dean didn't responded. He just snored and snuggled further into the blankets.

"Dammit Dean! Wake up!" Sam yelled.

Dean snorted and rolled over again.

Sam growled and climbed onto his brother again and poked his cheek.

"Dean! Wake up!" Sam called.

Dean just swatted Sam off him and rolled over again.

Sam rubbed his head as he sat up. Dean swatted him to the floor. He was grateful he landed in the pile of clothes that were at the end of the bed.

He huffed and went to the stair case and gulped. It looked he was standing on a mountain.

"Now what?" He asked himself.

Oh man! So this is the first chapter! I know it's cruddy, but it'll get better! Promise!

Until Next Time! *rocks out with my new guitar*