A/N: I LOVE writing this so much! *Laughs crazily* Thanks to FortitudoPhoenixo and PeaceJoJo for your wonderful reviews! I really appreciate the encouragement. Also, I'm just going to keep writing this from Ash's point of view. I feel I write better from her perspective. Off to the next chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!

I was sitting on the motel room table next to Sam's laptop, looking up at the humongous screen while he typed away.

"Find anything?" I asked for about the millionth time that day. Sam had started working at about ten o'clock this morning, and it was now almost nine at night. So, it was understandable that he'd get a little irritated with my nagging.

"No! I promise Ash, if I find something you'll be the first to know!"

"I know, I know. Sorry, I'm just a little anxious is all."

"I know you're worried but we'll find a way to get you back to normal. We just need time. We want you back to your usual size as soon as possible too, ya know."

"This is so weird." I grumbled.

"Ya, it is. But we'll fix it, squirt. Promise." Sam smiled down at me, and then let out a large yawn while closing his laptop. I yawned also, just starting to notice how tired I really was.

"We should all get some rest." Dean said while exiting the bathroom. His hair was wet from his shower.

"Sounds good to me." Sam yawned again and then hesitated before holding out his hand to me. None of us were used to this whole Ash-being-small-enough-to-be-held-in-one-hand-thing yet and it's not like Sam and Dean had been carrying me around everywhere. But there was no way I could get down from the table myself, so I awkwardly climbed into Sam's palm, then walked until I was in the center of the giant hand.

When I sat down, Sam's fingers curled up and around me, simulating a cage. A cage made of fingers that are bigger than I am. He stood up, and walked at a normal pace to the beds, setting me down on the nightstand that rested between them.

Once I was on my own two feet I walked to the little make-shift bed the boys had made me, which was really just a washcloth folded a couple times. I lie down on the itchy fabric and try to get comfortable while I listen to Dean and Sam rustle around getting ready for bed. A few minutes later, Dean has turned out the light and we're all sound asleep.

That is until I feel a nudge on my leg that wakes me up. Thinking its Sam or Dean trying to mess with me, I kick out, striking the object of my annoyance. It pulls back, but only for a second, then it's back more forcefully than before. I decide to ignore it and keep my eyes shut tight, thinking that if I don't react, whichever brother is bothering me will get bored and go back to sleep.

I change my mind when I feel a sharp pain that lets me know it's not one of the boys. My eyes fly open and I bring my leg up. When I touch it, it feels sticky and wet. It hurts like a bitch. My eyes fly around the area next to my make-shift bed, but nothing is there. I'm bleeding awfully badly. I try to stand, but my hurt leg gives out and I fall to the side.

"What the fuck happened?" I think as I inspect my leg further. It looks like something bit me, something big! Then I remember what Sam was telling me about all the things that could get me…he'd mentioned spiders. Since I can't walk at the moment, I call out for Sam and Dean.

"Sam, Dean?" When I don't get a response, I call louder.

"Sam, Dean!" No answer.

"SAM, DEAN!" The brothers continue sleeping peacefully.

My cries didn't go unheard though. They'd attracted the spider that'd bit me.

It's impossible to describe what the spider actually looked like. It just looked like a giant monster. I froze for a second before I started screaming bloody murder.

"HELP! SAM DEAN PLEASE, WAKE UP!"

The spider makes a sudden move and pounces toward me. I don't feel the impact, but the next thing I know, I'm on the dirty motel floor. I have no idea how I could have survived the fall without a scratch, but I didn't have time to worry about it. I ran without looking if the spider had taken the tumble with me.

I'm out of breath by the time I reach the far wall, and that's when I notice the noises coming from the humongous beds. I see two sets of giant legs swing themselves off each of the beds.

"Dude" I hear Dean say "Ash isn't in her bed!"

"What? Where is she?"

"If I knew would I of pointed out the fact that she's missing?"

As Sam and Dean rose out of their beds I ran breathless into the middle of the room.

"Ash? Ash! Where are you?"

Sam and Dean began stomping out around the room, looking for me.

"Guys!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I knew from experience that I was yelling plenty loud for them to hear me, yet they acted like I hadn't said anything.

For some reason, they weren't looking at the ground either, they were staring straight ahead, as if they were looking for a normal sized me.

I ran close to Sam and tried again.

"SAM!" I screamed, desperate for him to hear me. He didn't, and just kept on searching.

Then, all of the sudden, a huge booming footstep from behind knocked me off my feet.

I looked up from where I had fallen and saw an impossibly big boot right next to me. I got to my feet quickly and looked way up at Dean. To my relief, Dean was looking down at me. I let out a sigh.

"Finally!" I exclaimed. "I've been trying to get your guys attentions!"

I was knocked to the ground again when Sam stepped close to me and Dean. I picked myself up and brushed myself off, a little irritated. When I looked back up, I saw that Sam and Dean's boots were as close as they could be without actually touching me. It was more than a little uncomfortable.

"Uh guys? Mind backing off a bit?"

"Ash, we found you." Dean said, completely ignoring my request.

"We were worried." Sam added. They were acting really weird.

In unison, the brothers faces twisted into grins that looked wrong in a way I couldn't put my finger on. Something was definitely not right.

I took a step back from both of them.

"Are you two…okay?"

In response Sam's open hand swung down forcefully, heading straight for me. I dodged to the side just in time.

"What the hell are you doing!" I screamed up at him.

The next thing that came down was Dean's hand, than Sam crouched down. He reached out towards me, laughing like a mad man. I turned and ran for my life. I hadn't gotten two steps before I hit something firm. I was enclosed in Dean's fist roughly and I felt myself being lifted. I didn't let it get high before I bit into Dean's hand. With a yelp he let me drop. I hit the ground and felt my leg break.

"You really shouldn't have done that Ash." Dean spat down at me.

I started to scoot back, only to have Dean's huge foot come down on my legs. I cried out from the nearly unbearable pain.

"W-what are you doing?" I cried out in confusion and pain.

Dean squatted to get close to me, keeping his foot planted firmly on my legs.

"Whatever we want. Don't worry sweetheart" Dean cooed while rubbing the tip of his finger back and forth over my hair in what was supposed to be a soothing motion. "We're only gonna kill you."

"W-what?"

"Ah honey" Sam said from high above me. "Don't sound so worried. It'll all be over soon."

On the last word Sam raised his foot and moved it over my body, a sick smile on his face as well as Dean's.

I struggled fruitlessly to get free of Dean.

"Dean let me go! Sam, wait. Please Sam. WHAT IS GOING ON?"

Those were the last words to leave my mouth before Sam's boot came down with a huge amount of force…

I sat up straight, a startled cry escaping my mouth. I was drenched in sweat and disoriented, my eyes darting around in fear. It'd been a dream. Of course it'd been a dream! There was a lot that'd happened that didn't add up. For some reason though, that didn't make me feel any better.

I wasn't having panic attacks anymore, now I was having freaky nightmares!

"Jeez what is wrong with me?" I think tiredly. "I've never worried about Sam and Dean hurting me before, why am I now? Because of that stupid son of a bitch that did this to me!" I was making myself angry now.

"…Ash." I heard Sam's tired voice. I looked over to see the giant version of his puppy-dog eyes. He looked pretty worried.

"What's up squirt?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Sam's eyebrow shot up. Clearly he didn't buy my act.

"I, uh, I had a nightmare. A really bad one…" I told him shyly.

Sam sat up right away when he heard the strain in my voice.

"You…wanna talk about it?"

I hesitated, not sure if I did or not. Sam's response was to hold out his hand to me. When I didn't move, he gently scooped his hand underneath me and lifted me up. He brought his arm back in while bringing his knees to his chest. He rested his arm on his knees and looked me in the eye, huge hazels meeting tiny browns.

"Well, start talking."