Disclaimer, still don't own Supernatural

After my sister calmly explained to me about how there isn't many tiny Supernatural fanfictions (in her opinion), I'm continuing writing this fanfic.

The ride to their motel so far was quiet and tense. Dean was trying to figure out if teasing Sam would help or just make his little brother even more miserable, and Sam was wondering how long this curse was. Sam felt Dean sigh slightly to himself, and grimace slightly when he felt Sam move slightly.

"Dean?" Sam broke the silence. "Are you… mad at me?" Dean felt his heart sink at Sam's tentative tone, and at how his little brother tensed up. It was as if Sam was ready to defend himself.

"No, I'm just… God Sammy I don't know what to do, you're like 3 inches tall and we don't even know how to get you back to your normal sasquatch size." He says, his tone slightly frustrated. Dean noticed Sam relaxed a bit knowing that he wasn't mad at him.

Sam shifts slightly, "I think I'm four inches actually." He says. It was a lame attempt to lighten up the atmosphere but it seemed to do the trick. It got a chuckle from his brother. "Of course, you are. Sorry Thumbelina."

Sam smiles a bit. At least his brother wasn't wallowing in guilt and worry now. He hated when Dean did that, he always blamed himself and it wasn't fair. The impala had a comfortable silence until they pulled up to the motel.

"So…um I can't exactly walk in with you on my shoulder." Dean says trying to glance at his brother. He stopped when he felt Sam grip onto his collar tightly. "Pocket then." Sam says slightly breathless from almost falling.

Dean nods in understanding and puts his hand near Sam, the younger brother crawling on. Dean carefully lowered his hand to his pocket, the younger brother slipping inside rather quickly. He chuckles slightly at Sam's position at the bottom, "Shut it." Was Sam's reply.

It was warmer in here, slightly stuffy as well but it wasn't too bad. Sam' eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light in the pocket, his nose wrinkled up slightly. "It that…a candy bar?"

There was silence before Dean's hand reached in and slowly pulled the wrapper with the candy out. "No." Sam couldn't help but to let a small chuckle out at this. It was so typical of his brother to have candy in his front pocket.

He stayed quiet as Dean got out of the impala and headed to their room. How was he going do certain things? There was no way he was going to be about to open his computer and turning a page was going to be awful.

Sam sighs slightly and look up at the entrance of the pocket. He was so small right now, useless to Dean, unless he needed him to collect dust bunnies. He was pulled from his thoughts when Dean reached into the pocket, grabbing him in a loose fist.

Sam winces slightly at this. It didn't hurt but it was uncomfortable and a tad bit nerve-wracking. "Dean, to tight!" He says wiggling around with what little room he had. His brother's hand opened instantly, green eyes scanning his small body with worry.

"Shit... I didn't break anything, did I?" Dean asks. He carefully uses a fingertip to poke at his little brother. Sam shakes his head, "I'm fine just… a little shaken up." He says with a small sigh. He almost grimaced at how Dean's fingers loomed over him, curling in slightly at his flinch.

"Are you sure?" Dean asks, a small frown on his face. Sam nods slightly, trying not to think of how easily he could be killed. He pushed those thoughts away, as well at the instinct to get far away from his brother as he possibly could. Dean wouldn't hurt him, no matter what.

"…Fine." His older brother had finally chosen to believe him. He sighs slightly in relief and looks up at Dean. It was strange, looking up at his older brother once again. He didn't like it.

"We should probably get some sleep bite-size." Dean says breaking the silence between them. Sam nods in agreement, sleep would be good for both of them. "Set me on the pillow." He says with a small sigh. He was thankful his brother obeyed, not putting up a fight about it.

Sam sunk slightly into the fabric. He tries sitting up, soon giving up and just kicking his shoes off. He didn't dare take off anything else, genuinely concerned he'd lose what he took off. During this Dean, had taken his boots and socks off, deciding to keep his close on due to his little brother being so small.

Both brothers stayed silent when the lights were off. They would find a way to solve this tomorrow, hopefully anyway.