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-My first Supernatural fanfiction. It's a long term story, but I own nothing but my OC and the AU Plot. Stick with me and I'm sure you'll enjoy reading this as much as I did writing this.

-Replacing an update of this chapter. Editing for grammar errors and time jumps. Doing this for all other chapters too. You have all been warned.

Chapter 1

"I'm going out. What do you want to eat?" Dean called from the doorway. Sam was lying on the floor looking under the bed, reaching his hand underneath, but pulled back empty handed.

"Sam?" Dean arched a brow and stepped around the bed asking, "Checking for monsters under the bed?"

Sam stood up, rolling his eyes, "Wow, that never gets old...I'm just looking for my tennis shoes."

Dean wrinkled his nose, "You're not going jogging again, are you?"

Sam chuckled as he reasoned with his brother, even though Sam knew Dean wasn't going to listen, "It's good for you. Just get me a Caesar salad or something."

Dean turned around, muttering under his breath about how they couldn't possibly be related as he left the motel room.

Finally, Sam looked in the last place and opened the closet. His brown eyes lit up as Sam bent down and grabbed what he was looking for, asking himself, "Why did I put them in here?"

He started to stand but his action slowed as he listened to the silence. Sam could have sworn he heard something. It was very faint, but it had been there for a second.

Freddi was numb, nothing else;. That was all she felt in her leg. Four inches tall and still ending up in trouble. It was the same trouble she's been in for the whole time the mousetrap bar kept her confined in a dirty closet. She was in the process of giving up because there no way Freddi could get out of this on her own, trapped in the dark with bruising all over her skin. She didn't even know how long she'd been there. She was probably going to die in that closet. The door was only opened once and it was to put some shoes in the closet days prior.

She could hear muffled conversation in the rundown motel room beyond the closed door; both voices were young and male. The vibration of a door slam filled Freddi's senses before out of the blue, one of the guys who resided there, opened the closet, almost giving her a heart attack and filling the room with a dim light. Freddi debated speaking up, but no matter how much she desired her freedom, her voice couldn't seem to reach her throat at all.

He didn't even look in Freddi's direction, and she couldn't know if she'd be any safer if he did discover her. Very weak and fighting to stay awake, she watched him reach for what he wanted and stand up. Whether she was relieved or not, it still didn't change the fact he was leaving, without even knowing she was there. In an attempt to twist around, it shifted and moved her leg and she was not prepared for the jolt of pain that came from it.

'Ow! Ow! Ow! Fuck damn it! That hurts!' she thought, gritting the heavy breathing through her teeth while the pain was still lingering. She was doing her best to be quiet. If this giant was anything like the men that brought her to that motel, then she didn't want him seeing her.

At first, Sam thought for a moment that he was only fooling himself, but then he heard it again. He didn't have a clue what it was, but it sounded very close. He first thought it sounded like a tiny machine, but no; Sam shut that assumption down. It sounded alive, almost like a faint whine. Sam peered into the closet and scanned the floor. At first glance, he saw nothing; the floor was mostly covered with dust bunnies and carpet stains from past occupants, but with a second look, he could see a mousetrap in the far corner. It was dark, but something was caught in it and from first look, it wasn't an ordinary mouse.

Her green eyes widened as he looked over at her corner. Freddi was found and there was nothing she could do. She was injured and worst case scenario, he was going to kill her. He reached over and snatched up her trap. Gravity existed as all of her weight was put on her trapped leg. Freddi sucked in the air through her teeth while swinging upside down, placing a lot of painful pressure on her leg. The pain was consistent and when she couldn't hold her tongue any longer, she let out a strained noise that sounded inhuman to a degree.

Sam immediately ditched the sneakers outside the closet to allow him to work with both hands. He went back into a squatting position, leaning back in to pick up the trap. He was careful to grab it by the wooden part away from the spring, as a safety precaution, in case the mysterious animal tried to bite.

"Don't worry, little guy, I'll put you out of your misery," Sam said, hearing a painful hiss coming from the creature. He rocked back on his heels, but froze when the trap was taken into the light. Sam stared, slack-jawed at what seemed to be a tiny...woman hanging off the trap.

"Wh-wha...I don't..." Sam sputtered incoherent syllables together. He was in shock, staring back at her for what seemed to be a short amount of time before remembering she needed help.

"H-hang on. I've gotcha..." Sam transferred hands so she didn't have to keep swinging like that while he loosened the spring and pried open the bar. The moment her leg was free, he moved her to his other hand and tossed the useless mousetrap back into the closet.

Sam had so many questions whirring through his mind, but he couldn't ask any of them at the moment. The sight of her pale bruised skin, and her leg, which still bore the imprint of the bar, pulled at his heartstrings and won over his complete sympathy.

"Are-Are you okay?" He gently asked, bringing her close to his face and scrutinized her, being careful not traumatize her. Sam could feel her slightly weight on his palm, her shining green eyes avoiding his gaze in fear as she kept grasping a microscopic trinket around her neck. She must have been trapped there for a long time. She was covered in grime and filth. Sam didn't know if her hair was brown or if there was just that much dirt in her short locks. Her leg though... it looked just barely off, at a slight angle.

Everything was moving way too fast for Freddi. The blood was starting to circulate back into her leg, causing a painful tingling sensation through her whole limb. She expected those giant fingers to tighten, but they didn't. They stayed flat and constantly moving until she was bombarded with a colossal pair of hazel eyes. She didn't want to look right at them. She was at the mercy of another stranger and there was nothing more for her to do, but to remain tense in his hand while the blood was returning to her leg. She wasn't ashamed to admit she was scared and her body language was not exactly keeping that fear a secret.

"No, no, it's okay...I'm not going to hurt you," Sam realized immediately that he must have looked pretty damn scary to her. He was used to being the tallest guy in the room, but it was never at this level before. Unable to leave her in such a pitiful state, Sam took a look back at his suitcase, knowing he packed a travel sized first aid kit. Cupping his other hand around the terrified girl, he stood up and went over to the bed.

Freddi kept shifting in this giant's hand every single step he took, causing so much pain to her already aching muscles and her leg. The trap broke her leg; even if her leg was barely moved, the pain left Freddi almost moaning in pain, like the last time she had a fracture. Even if she had an opportunity to escape, Freddi knew she wouldn't get far with that limb.

After going through the whole ordeal, the giant stopped. He removed one hand and used it to move her to a less warm, but softer surface. Freddi's adrenaline level started siphoning from her system as she turned away from him, feeling weaker and weaker as the seconds passed.

Finally her voice reappeared as she softly chocked out the question, "If you're going to kill me, then what the hell is stopping you?"

Freddi couldn't utter any words after that, because she fell asleep faster than she wanted. She just didn't have the energy without food or the adrenaline anymore.

"I thought you were an animal!" He quickly tried to defend himself. He stopped looking at her for a few moments to retrieve the necessary items from the first aid kit and turned back to her. She was still on the bed but she turned away from him. She wasn't moving at it made Sam slightly panic.

"Hello?" Sam leaned over her closely. When she didn't respond, he gently nudged her onto her back, minding her bruising. If he watched closely, he could see her chest was rising and falling with soft breaths. He sighed in relief, and then got to work. It took a lot of precision, but Sam managed to carefully splint her leg. He used the rest of the alcohol wipe over her visible skin, removing the gathered filth and revealing the extent of her bruising.

When Sam was finished, he was silent at the sight of her injuries, his heart dropping a foot or two. Her skin was colored deep now that her arms were cleared and he couldn't help but gently graze a nasty bruise on her arm. She was cold to the touch as she slept so he slid his calloused fingers underneath her fragile form and gathered her close to him to keep her warm. His mind raced with questions and theories as he stared at her, looking at every detail. She was as small as those little plastic figurines they gave out in kid's meals, but the detailing was so perfect, and enticing. Sam had never seen anything like her, and that was saying something.

(one hour later)

Freddi didn't know how long she was out, but when she came to, she was once again face to face with him, or specifically her face to his chest. She couldn't seem to argue with warmth he was radiating, being cupped against him. Freddi was chilled to the bone from her time in the closet and it had left her practically starving for the heat. One of his thumbs was digging into a major bruise on her side, so Freddi started shuffling her position to lessen the sting, alerting the stranger currently manhandling her.

Sam curled his fingers instinctively around her, cupping her in his hand to keep her from scrambling off.

"Hey," He started off gently. Sam spent the better part of an hour preparing about what he was going to say when he had the chance, and rehearsed it with a kind of smooth confidence. "I need you to calm down. I know you're scared and I know this is a lot to take in, but you're safe with me."

His hazel eyes were insistently fixed on her, his curious nature itching, "Do you have a name?"

Freddi couldn't find any strength in her body to look up at him yet, but she was surrounded by his warm breath as he spoke. She could smell a subtle mint to it. He seemed like a nice guy, but she couldn't assume anything just yet. Trying to stop her trembling and slow her racing heart, Freddi angled her head away from him and took a few deep breaths.

After a short time, Freddi remembered that he asked her a question, and she didn't know if he was patient enough for the answer. Her timid nature with strangers left her voice soft and shaking, "W-Winnifred."

Freddi didn't really like her actual first name, but it was better than giving him her nickname as she fumbled around with the crystal heart necklace she wore.

"That's not exactly a common name. I like it. It's nice to meet you. I'm Sam," he smiled very warmly, teeth flashing. He was excited to see Winnifred was capable of having civilized conversation. Sam scanned her miniscule figure up and down again. There was a living, breathing person planted on the palm of his hand. Holy crap.

Freddi was still too nervous to look at him yet, but she could feel Sam's gaze drilling a hole into her head. His voice was laced with sincerity, but there was still a chance he could have been deceiving her, like some people had done in her past. Freddi could have been stubborn with that mind set if she hadn't taken notice of her leg; her fracture was taken care of and she seemed to be slightly less dirty than before. Freddi kept wondering what Sam's game was as she examined what he did while she was unconscious.

Freddi managed to crack a small smile at the first aid work. It had a lot of detailing to it and it must have taken him a lot of concentration to do all that. Was he for real? She dry swallowed some of her fear as she quietly asked him, trying to keep her voice steady, "You patched up my leg. Why?"

Sam was confused and surprised at her questioning; when was the last time somebody treated her well? He could only imagine how someone would give quite a lot to have a pocket-sized woman in their possession. Sam softly responded, "Why wouldn't I? You must have met some real jerks... How did you end up in the closet, anyway, if you don't mind me asking?"

Freddi chuckled slightly at his quip, but she wasn't going to give Sam an answer while she was still in his hands. She covered it up by telling Sam, finally looking up, "Please put me down first. I'm not comfortable being this high."

Sam stifled a soft laugh at this remark, considering she was only a couple feet away from the surface of the bed, but he supposed it was a lot higher in her eyes, He got the brainiac itch and doing the math he considered the distances and heights from varying perspectives, but realized he still needed to respect her preferences.

"Yeah, of course," he lowered her onto one of the pillows. His hands felt sweaty all of a sudden, relieved of her light weight. He wiped both hands against his jeans as he sat on the bed. He looked over at her and tried not to appear too eager to hear what she had to say.

Freddi wasn't going to say anything about what was said a few seconds before; it was only an excuse to get out of his grasp. Freddi wasn't going to lie when she looked up at him again. Sam's height was beyond intimidating, even when she was at waist level with him.

After a few seconds, Freddi finally grew a pair as she quietly explained, "I spent the better part of five years living in a library, learning, researching, and finding new adventures every day. It's wasn't paradise, but it was the closest thing to home.

"A week ago, I screwed up in how I operated and two guys found me. They thought they could make few bucks off me. They roomed here for a couple days. They weren't the worse people I've met in my life, but it didn't change that they were bruising to the touch. I swear, if they weren't such messy eaters, then I could have gone hungry."

She continued her story, proud of her escape, "One night I busted out of the cage they kept me in, and hid in the closet. They were so mad in the morning and griping and complaining on and on as they looked around for me. God, they were such idiots. Neither of the thugs looked even once in the closet."

Freddi then sighed, looking downward, "It was so dark; I didn't see the trap until it snapped on my leg. I think was I stuck there for at least four days before you opened the door."

Sam was silent, looking at her with a sympathy that could not be fully expressed with words. She was so small. So, so small... How anyone could hurt her was beyond comprehension. Some people were just as monstrous as the things he usually dealt with.

"I'm sorry you went through that," Sam finally exhaled slowly, feeling already his words were empty comfort. He reached out tentatively to touch his fingertips along Winnifred's side. "Listen, my brother's coming back soon with some food... You're safe with us, I promise."

She tensed at his touch, but there was a small part of her that was comforted by the motion. She could feel a light blush creep along her cheeks, but something was still bugging her. She asked him, her voice barely reaching a loud whisper, "How are you being casual about this?"

Sam chuckled sheepishly, like he'd been caught in the act, "Let's just say I've seen a lot weirder things than you."

He cupped his hand around her, moving her more to the front of him as he laid on his side. They were more level like that, and his heart slightly paced with the excitement of watching such a tiny person move and talk, and asked, "What are you anyway?"

Whatever smile Freddi once had faded at his question. Freddi didn't want to tell him the whole story yet, so she said the same thing to every other person who was concerned enough to ask her and answered, "That's a different story to tell, but when it comes down to genetics, I'm just as human as you are. I know my size isn't normal to you, but it's normal to me, and it's all I've ever known."

Sam knew there was way more than what Winnifred was telling him, and while he wanted to press for more details, he remembered she had been stuck in the closet without food or water for days; Sam felt pretty damn lucky she had said as much as she already had. He was going to say more, but the keys in the lock preceded the door opening and closing; Dean was back.

"They didn't have Caesar salad, so I hope you enjoy your girly garden salad," Dean said loudly, marching between the beds, pocketing the keys and handing the food box to Sam.

Then Dean froze, as he stared right at Winnifred, "Sam, was the hell is in your bed?"

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Uh Oh. What's going to happen next? I hope you enjoy this and I will upload another chapter very soon.

Going to edit and re-upload all my other chapters. Will update soon.