This isn't my first story but I'm not the best writer. Is an idea I came up with when looking over some pony dean drawings I did. I want to complete this story so expect another chapter soon, that is if I get a good response on chapter one. Anyway, sorry for holdin ya. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Supernatural characters.

The witch laughed at Dean as she pinned him to the wall. "What? Not strong enough to escape?" She mocked. Dean struggled but to no avail. "Why not ask for help?" She teased once again."But then again, that's against your manly code, aint it?"

Dean choked on her force, naively trying to snap back with some snarky remark.

"I think you need to learn a lesson of some some sort, don't you?" She walked back and forth tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I have an idea.. After this, you'll have no choice but ask for help. Beg for it really. How pathetic you'll be" She smirked and lifted her hand, and sent forth a green light.

The light engulfed dean nearly completely before a Sam came in and barreled into her. She lost her footing and grip on Dean. Dean fell to the floor, barely getting bruised.

Sam quickly decapitated the witch and stood up from his kill. Sam turned to Dean with urgency. "Dean, are you ok? What did she do?" Dean turned to look at his brother, "Eh, nothing too much. She mocked my manhood and tried to cast a spell on me." Sam looked up shocked, "A spell, are you ok? What was she trying to do?" Dean shrugged. "I dunno man, she tried doing something that would 'make me ask for help'? Didn't make a lick of sense. Don't worry about it though, you killed the witch so we're all good right?" Sam nudged her body with his boot, "Yep." Dean sniffed. "Great then, let's go. Jobs done." Dean got up and walked out the door while Sam followed.

-3 days later-

"Hey Sam?" Dean's voice called from the bathroom.

They had stopped in a run down town to investigate what looked like a possible case.

"Ya?" Sam called back from his place on his bed, putting on his boots.

"I uh.. I think I have a problem.." Dean paused.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, standing up from his former seat and walking over to the bathroom door. Dean was busy observing himself in the mirror. "Dean, what's up?" Sam asked again. "Is it just me or do I look like one of Santa's helpers?" Dean finally responded.

He turned around and gestured to his ears. Sam looked closely at Dean's ears and saw that the that the tops of them had a bit of a tip to them. It wasn't too odd, but they definitely did not have the tips before. "Weird.." Sam said. "Did you sleep on it funny?: Dean rolled his eyes. "Ya, I don't think so." Sam shrugged and walked back out into their room. "Well, it does look like a problem, I'll admit, but I'm not sure what it could be." He pulled out his laptop and bulled up a search browser. "I'll check it out, but it doesn't look to serious."

Dean gave Sam an odd look, "It doesn't look serious? Are you kidding me? I look like I belong in a magical forest." Dean picked up a beer and opened it up, taking a sip of the contents.

"Well," Sam said thoughtfully, "It could be a curse."

"A curse?" Dean asked.

"Remember that witch who tried to curse you or whatever about.. say.. three , four days ago?" Sam guessed.

"Nah man, we ganked that witch. Anything she tried to pull would have been stopped, right?"

"I suppose, that's usually how it works. It's possible though. I don't know how else it could have happened." Sam countered.

Dean nodded in reply, "True, but how would making' me look like and elf make me beg for help."

"Doesn't make sense, I'll admit. Just keep your mind open though, ok?" Sam offered, hoping to reassure his brother.

Dean took another swig of his beer. He will admit, he was confused. He was more concerned, however, about his ears. Although, there was a spark in the back of his mind that made him worry. What if this wasn't all there was to the spell. The witch said he would need help. What did she mean by that? As much as he was worried about his situation, Dean had bigger things to worry about. Like what he was going to eat for breakfast.

Sam looked over to Dean. Something seemed.. off. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he could almost swear that Dean looked.. smaller.