A/N:

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The tiny shape running along the ground didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of reaching cover. Dean's hand swept under it, curling around the tiny body. His fingers closed around the squirming form, effortlessly trapping it in a fist while the quietest squeak made it out of the small figure.

Dean stood back up to his full height, straightening as he lifted his hand to chest level. A perpetual frown settled on his face as he realized what he'd caught, and it wasn't dangerous to them like his first assumption had barked at him.

Uncurling his fingers slightly so he could see into the tiny space in his hand, Dean peered in. The sight that awaited him confirmed his fears.

A tiny guy, small enough to be just a kid, was curled into a terrified ball. Little arms thinner than Sam's did their best to cover the back of his neck.

The sight brought back so many memories for the hunter. His size alone was enough to terrify a person that stood Sam's size, and he hated it. He never wanted to scare them. They were small, and they were different from humans, but they weren't dangerous. All his life since Sam had lived under his curse, Dean had done his best to help them when he could.

Yet here he was, once again terrifying a kid.

"Whoa, hey there little guy," Dean said. His brow was furrowed with concern as he stared down at the shivering, balled-up form on his palm. He opened up his fingers more, giving the kid some air as he cowered. Such a small kid would have no way of knowing that the human that caught him was actually safe. Dean didn't give off a good first impression with his hunter-trained instincts.

Sam was his only hope in most situations. The small hunter's easygoing ways and gentle, trusting nature could win hearts over. Dean had no idea what he'd do without his little brother, and never wanted to find out. Even humans responded to Sam's words, enamoured with the little guy that stood no taller than Dean's fingers. The fact that the imposing hunter responded to Sam's words without argument most times helped as well, dispelling the common belief that Sam was trained to act the way he did with his older brother.

That was one line of thought Dean despised more than anything. The idea that he would train Sam to go into the walls and root out others of his size for capture. He wouldn't even dream of such an act, and swore to himself that if he ever found anyone trying it, he'd teach them a lesson they'd never forget.

Ever.

Worried when there was no reaction to his words, Dean lifted his hand closer to his eyes. His gaze skated over the fragile person cupped in his hand, a lifeline longer than the little guy's body stretching out underneath where he was collapsed. Small, dexterous hands clasped protectively over a vulnerable neck, trying to guard against being hurt. Little fingers that Dean almost couldn't make out shivered as the tiny guy tried to protect himself.

Of course, against a human that was a useless gesture.

Luckily for the kid cowering on Dean's palm, he wasn't in any danger of being hurt. He just didn't know he was safe, and Dean needed to find a way to make sure he hadn't already been injured. Dean's heart dropped at the thought that his unthinking, instinctive reaction to finding someone sneaking around in his room might have hurt someone so small and vulnerable.

"It's okay, you're safe now, I promise," Dean said in a cautious whisper. He regretted his instinctive grab moments ago. "Did I hurt you?" He was aware of a shifting in his chest pocket while he talked.

Sam pushed up the flap at last, recovered from Dean's swift movements beforehand. After so many years spent with Dean at his cursed size, he was never surprised to be tossed down into the pocket. He was more familiar with the way Dean moved than even the hunter could be, and understood the necessity. Those movements had become his entire world after his size was snatched away from him.

When there was no answer forthcoming, Dean chanced a restrained touch against one of the skinny arms. The pad of his finger brushed against an elbow. The contact was so light, he couldn't feel it himself, but the small body rocked in place from his touch.

The little body shifted at that touch, and Dean let out a breath as a tiny hand planted against his finger, a ghost sensation of pressure teasing at the edge of his senses. He doubted he would even feel that without all the experience with his younger brother. They were just too damn small, especially after he'd sprouted up in height. Sometimes he couldn't even feel Sam, and Sam was much bigger than this guy.

Terrified eyes peeked up at Dean from beyond the shaking arm, and he knew his attempt at reassurance wasn't working. It was nearly impossible to gain trust from someone so fragile in the first place, and he'd just snatched the guy off the ground. Even Sam hated when that happened, after all their years together.

Dean didn't want to keep scaring the kid, and that meant it was time to call in support.

"Think you can give me a hand?" Dean murmured down to his pocket, where Sam was leaning out, wide-eyed at the sudden turn of events and the sight of the person Dean had captured. It had happened so fast, there was no chance for him to say anything.

Sam nodded. "No problem." After all their years together, Sam knew better than anyone else how awful Dean would feel for trapping someone, even for just a moment. Seeing that was painful for both brothers, knowing that Dean's strength could be turned on Sam without even a fight back unless he got his knife out in time.

Luckily, that had never happened, but considering the number of monsters out in the world that could wear Dean's face, it was a possibility that was never far from their minds. Much of their training focused on Sam trying to counter an attempt like that from Dean.

Putting his hand on the edge of the pocket, Sam hauled himself up and used the thick fabric of Dean's shirt to climb. His fingers were small and dexterous enough to slip between the threads, an advantage he'd used more than once. Working together with his gigantic brother was second nature.

Now that their father had vanished, they were all that they had left in the world for family.

Sam used Dean's arm as a broad walkway, feeling the powerful muscles tighten underneath his boots as he made it to the crook of Dean's arm. It was a familiar path that he had taken many times before. Not even the sight of how high off the ground he was deterred him as he leapt up, scaling the last few inches to Dean's wrist and finding purchase on the clunky black watch his older brother insisted on wearing. The damn thing was bigger than Sam.

Then he was scrambling onto the huge hand with the tiny captive, and Sam dropped to his knees. He knew they were both safe, even with the massive fingers that arched up behind the little guy, balled up in fear.

"Hey," he cajoled, putting a gentle hand on the skinny shoulder of the kid. "You're safe here. My name's Sam. That's my brother Dean. He didn't mean to scare you, I promise."

For a moment, nothing happened as Sam waited patiently for his words to sink into the terrified guy's mind. Brown eyes stared up at him, wide and with tears clinging to the sides from fear. A hole formed in Sam's chest, knowing it was his brother that had unintentionally put that fear there.

The guy was older than he'd thought at first. Years of living a touch and go life at the whims of the people that lived in the motel had left him scrawny and lean, and he wouldn't reach taller than Sam's chest from the look of things.

The little guy drew away from Sam after the words faded, closer to the fingers that curled up behind him. Dean watched the scene unfold down on his hand. His green eyes were kind and worried past the normal intensity that shone in them, something easy for Sam to recognize after so many years together.

"S-Sam, Dean," came hesitantly from the guy with the tousled brown hair, his voice hoarse after what he'd gone through. The voice was as light as the flutter of a baby bird's wings, and Sam would be hard-pressed to imagine Dean hearing it if he wasn't so focused down on them both.

Sam smiled and nodded, staying on his knees as the guy drew himself to his feet. He couldn't stand more than three and a quarter inches tall and Sam didn't want to startle him even more with his own height. He'd learned long ago, that as small as he was in the human world, he was actually one of the tallest at his own scale.

Any thoughts like that were derailed by the next statement from little guy's mouth.

"I-I know you. You were here a long time ago. Do you remember ...?"

A/N:

Dean is really bad at not scaring the lil guys when he first finds them, even when he grew up with a tiny guy by his side his entire life. He's just so damn big.

I think this is the longest we've gone with only one writer's characters appearing at once (aside from lil addins and edits from Neon)!

Next: July 19th 2017 at 9pm est

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