Everything surrounding the poor little human was full of mystery and wonder. Trees were grown at incredible heights, the water turned many shades of blue, and the plants were conversing with one another in a casual manner. Nothing made sense anymore. Up became down, left was sideways, and down was roundabout. It seemed as though to the poor human, he was never going to find his brother in such a magnificent place like this.
How in the hell did I get into this mess?
-Earlier that day-
Dean and Sam Winchester were once again working on a case that involved some kind of supernatural being. What was found was that the monster was replicating childhood stories and tales. It didn't take long for the two to realize the monster was just another witch replaying her favorite stories with a murderous twist ending. It took even less to find her and kill her. Surprisingly as powerful as she was, it didn't much to kill her. Either way, the hunters were content on finishing the job and headed back to their musty, dirt-covered hotel for some much needed sleep.
Heading back to the hotel, Sam was silent in thought. The hunt was odd to say the least. More odd than their usual hunts, not for the creature, but for the easiness of the hunt. How could something that powerful be dead just like that? It just didn't make sense. "Hey Dean, don't you think killing that witch was..." Sam started, eyes scrunching in thought.
"Was what?" Dean asked.
"A little too easy?" Sam finished. Replaying the events in his head, the whole thing seemed off for Sam. The way it all played out, the witch was either too sloppy or too careless with her work. She didn't even try to run from the hunters one they found her. One potion filled bullet later, and she was deader than a doorknob. "I mean...doesn't it seem as though she...almost wanted to be killed?" It couldn't be...right? What was her end game?
"You think so?" It hadn't really occurred to Dean until now. But a witch was a witch right? They done their part. "Well it makes our jobs easier doesn't it?" Sam still seemed unsure of himself but let it go in favor of some much needed sleep. "Besides, what's the worst a witch can do when she's dead," he said headed into their room.
~Winchesters in Wonderland~
When the brothers woke up the next morning, it was back on the routine for them. Shower, shave, dress, and eat. No questions and no talking before coffee. Afterwards, they mutually decided to take a break from hunting for the day and relax in the town they were staying at. For Dean that meant stopping by the nearest strip club for some entertainment.
"Sammy, you need to get out more, why don't you come with me? Drink some beer, watch the game, maybe even get laid for once," Dean winked. Sam rolled his eyes and went back onto his bed with a book in hand.
"Thanks Dean, but I'll just stick around here, you know relax like a normal person," Sam said sarcastically. Dean pulled his hands up in surrender and grabbed his keys.
Of course Sam would choose reading over boobs, that nerd, Dean thought as he headed out.
Meanwhile, as Sam starting diving into his book, his head suddenly got a lot more itchier…
~Winchesters in Wonderland~
When Dean returned later that day, he felt...well a little unsatisfied. Sure the chicks at the club may have ease a couple tendons from the hunt, but he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness inside. For the past few months, all that was on Dean's mind was a particular blue-eyed angel of the Lord. He would never say it out loud, but that weird and out-of-place, yet adorable angel held a special place in his heart for a while now. It wasn't right, but it didn't feel all too wrong the more he thought about it. But that was an issue to deal with at a later time. For now, he'll have to stick with his hand and other blue-eyed brunettes until he comes to terms with his emotions.
Just as he was about to call Sam about his return, his jaw fell open in shock almost immediately. What appeared before him was Sam, but not how he left him. In place of his plaid shirt and jeans was a tailored red waistcoat with a white collared shirt underneath, as well as black slacks. But what surprised Dean the most was the pair of long white bunny ears that appeared on the sides of Sam's head.
"Sam-" Dean whispered, desperately trying to hold in a scream. He shut the door quickly and ran towards brother to examine further.
"Dean! I can't talk right now! I'm late!" Sam said hurriedly pulling out a golden pocket watch. Looking at the time, his expression turned pale white in a mixture of worry and fear. Shoving the watch back into his pocket he scurried for the door. "I don't know what came over me, but I really must be going!"
"Woah, woah!" Dean yelled holding Sam back from the door. "What do you mean you're late? What happened to you?" As his eyes searched for any kind of answer, his mind suddenly clicked. Oh shit...the witch. "Sam we need to stay here and figure out a way to fix this-"
"I can't, I can't!" Sam cried pushing Dean away from him. "The King will chop off my head if I'm late! The King! The King! I have to go now!" And with that, Sam was out the door running.
Dean was trying to soak in what just happened but not before breaking out into a sprint after his brother.
"Sam! Sam! Come back here!" Dean yelled. Where the hell does he think he's going? Chasing after his...his now rabbit of a brother, Dean noticed they were heading deep into the woods. Up ahead, Dean could still hear the worriness in Sam's voice as he kept on about saying how late he was.
After what felt like forever, Dean stopped in front of a giant oak tree with a gaping hole at the trunk of it. Looking between his brother and the tree, Dean prayed Sam wasn't going to jump in there.
"Sam, please don't-" Dean said holding out his hand in desperation.
But looking at his pocket watch once again, Sam cried in sadness. "Oh no! I'm already so late!" And with that, Sam leaped into the hole of darkness.
A wave of emotions passed onto Dean in that moment. Shock, surprise, anger, but most of all confusion. Did that really, REALLY just happen!? He moved forward slightly to look at the hole below. "Sam?" he yelled, only to hear his voice echoing back. Breathing a huff of defeat, he stared down the hole once more. "The things I do for family..." And with that, Dean was down the rabbit hole.
On his descent down the pit, Dean did the only thing he could do which was scream and close his eyes, awaiting certain death below. However a few moments passed by and nothing happened. In fact, it was almost as if this tunnel, or pit, or whatever it was seemed to never end. Carefully opening his eyes, Dean was greeted by the sight of teacups? Widening his eyes, he stared at the flying objects passing by him. Pots and pans and furniture of all sorts were flying by almost as if it was falling in reverse. Was this someone's house? Dean wondered. It was a strange thought to have when going down a rabbit hole. Then again, this wasn't exactly a 'normal' rabbit hole, was it?
The more he descended, the more Dean learned to relax. As he continued to fall deeper and deeper, he started taking note of the strange objects that passed by him. As weird and strange as this place was, where exactly was this hole leading him to? When will it end? And what happened to Sam?
Dean had many thoughts and questions that buzzed around in his head when suddenly, without bothering to look below him, he fell into an open wardrobe. Dean struggled and kicked furiously to get out, when suddenly he felt something or someone tugging at his clothes. This only made Dean scream and kick even more furiously to get out of the strange wardrobe. With one final kick he was out! Back to falling…
What the hell just happened! he heavily breathed trying to compose himself. As he continued to fall, a mirror passed by him, and well, he didn't look at all the same as before. What replaced his jeans and jacket were now black shorts, a frilly white shirt with a black bow, and a bright blue blazer to finish. Dean groaned in disgust. "What the fu-"
But his curse was put to a stop when it felt like gravity was pulling him down faster. His body could barely move, almost as if he was paralyzed by the air. This was it, Dean thought. This is where I'm going to die. But suddenly his back felt the softness of a mattress. A mattress? It was then Dean realized he wasn't falling. Quickly lifting himself up from the bed, Dean breathed heavily and shut his eyes tight. Please let it be a dream. Please let it all just be a dream. But when he opened them, he was disappointed at the sight of his tight and girlish clothes. "For the love of fuck! Come on!" he screamed in the air. But seeing now as this was no dream, that meant-
"I'm late! I'm late, I'm so very late!" Sam yelled at his pocket watch as he scurried away.
"Wait! Dammit Sam wait!" Dean roared as he quickly got off the mattress. He ran after Sam not caring about where he was or what surrounded him. Sam was finally in his sights! he thought as he saw Sam struggling to open a door. When he thought he caught up to Sam, Sam had already closed the door behind him. Grabbing at the knob, Dean let out a sigh knowing he would finally be getting some answers. "Sam, what's going on?" But to his surprise, he was greeted by another door! And this one was fairly smaller than the door he just opened.
Not one for questioning, Dean opened the door only to find another door! And this one was much smaller than the last! How the fuck was Sam able to fit through this!? Dean wondered in amazement. He opened the door again only to find yet another damn door…Holding in his anger, Dean opened the door, but this time it lead into a room. There is no way-
But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another door opening. Peeking inside, he saw his rabbit brother go inside the smallest door he's seen today with absolute ease. Well if the giant rabbit could do it, then dammit so can I! He thought to himself confidently. Leaning forward, he pushed his body into the very very tight entrance into the room ahead. Breathing heavily, Dean continued to push forward relinquishing the pain he was feeling around his lower half. Luckily, he was able to pull through into the empty room inside.
Looking around, there was nothing but a glass table and that one door inside. Heading towards the door, he looked down on it. The door was no less than three inches! How in the holy hell did Sam fit in there! Dean thought as he started to seriously panic. There was no way, no way he could catch up! He was going to die in here. Alone and abandoned inside a room full of nothing!
As anger started to build up inside him, he turned towards the table. Most likely for something to break to relieve his anger, when he noticed something that wasn't there before.
Looking at the glass table, there stood a small bottle of clear liquid with a note on it. On the note inscribed, in beautiful cursive, were two small words: Drink Me. Picking up the bottle, Dean glanced at it, sniffed it, and looked over it once more to find any sort of trick in it. Leaving him with no other option, Dean drank a small portion of the clear liquid. It tasted of blueberries and honey, which was quite delectable for the hunter. Just as he was about to take in another sip, the room started to move!
"Oh what now!" Dean screamed out. But then he noticed, that the room wasn't moving at all. In fact, he was the one shrinking! The bottle started to feel heavy in his hand as he continued growing smaller and smaller and smaller. Quickly letting it go, Dean let the effects of the drink finish. Another one of the witch's damn tricks, he concurred.
But with his small size, he was now able to fit through the tiny door. "Finally!" he rejoiced, grabbing for the knob. However, the door wouldn't budge. It was in fact, to Dean's worst nightmare...locked. "God fucking dammit! You son of a bitch!" Dean screamed. With no other available choices, he started to kick at the door with all his might. He shoved his weight against it, even punched it, but to no avail as it remained closed. Sliding down the wooden door with a tired sigh, Dean felt utterly defeated as he buried his head in his arms.
He wasn't going to cry dammit! And certainly not over one door. After a few moments of calming himself down, Dean raised his head to see if there was something, anything else he could try. When he looked back onto the glass table, there lied a golden key. Dean let out a hysterical laugh as he looked up and down again. How did I not see that before? Was I too stupid to look? Is this room trying to drive me crazy!
His thoughts were once again interrupted when he looked down in front of himself to a tiny box. Was that there before too? Dean shook his head. There was no point in trying to find logic in this room, he thought. Opening the box, he was greeted by the sight of cookies. Each held a small message inscribed with frosting that, like the bottle, held only two words: Eat Me.
A low grumble erupted from Dean's stomach as he stared at the cookies. Now was not the time to be hungry! But seeing as there was nothing else left, Dean took one and ate it hurriedly. Finishing the last of the cookie, he body started to rumble. Like the sensation he felt with drinking the bottle, his body was changing once again, except this time growing larger and larger and larger! Until he had to bend his head down as his arms and legs splayed out uncomfortably in the small room.
So the drink makes you small and the food makes you big? Good to know for future reference, Dean thought. With that, he grabbed the now very tiny bottle between his giant fingers and took a sip. As his body began to shrink again, he quickly snatched the key from the table. Reaching back to his miniature height, he pulled the key out to fit it into the lock. With a small click, he pushed the door slowly to reveal a world beyond his wildest dreams.
How in the hell did I get into this mess? Dean thought in misery.
