Sorry this took so long, got lots a stuff going on in my life right now but I'm hoping to get this story done soon. I've already started working on the next chapter!

Oh and ONASAKI this is for you!!

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When Sam came too, his head ached and it felt like he'd been riding a roller coaster for a month. With a groan he rolled over and bumped into something that let out a yelp when he did. Confused, Sam sat up and blinked the haze from his eyes. Though the fair next to him their small cage was most definitely an Inshara, she wasn't one Sam remembered seeing before.

"Who are you?" the Inshara asked beating Sam to the punch. "You're not one of my pod."

"No I'm not," Sam replied. "My name's Sam are you… are you Yorda?" The little fairies eyes went wide with fear as she shook her head and buried her tiny face in her hands.

"I'm Tya," she muffled. "Yorda tried to save me and the witch got her." Sam instantly felt remorse for the little creature though he was no bigger then her himself. He knew he and Dean would do anything for one another even if it meant sacrificing themselves. That's what siblings did for one another and it appeared as if that rule wasn't just applicable to humans.

Thinking of his brother Sam got to his feet and walked to the door of the cage he was in. With a few tugs he knew he was locked in securely. Then he looked out passed the door and a few feet away he could see several similar cages lining a wall stacked beside and on top of one another. Inside he could see several other little Inshara's, clearly this Ragnakta had been ready to capture this entire pod.

"Faya! Milos!" Sam called out. There was a pause and then Sam saw tiny hands appear at one of the cages.

"Here Sam!" Milos called out. "I don't know where Faya is, I can't sense her, I can't sense anyone!"

"I'm right here!" Faya's voice called out. Two cages down and three cages over the little Inshara's face appeared.

"It's the Ragnakta," Tya said quietly. Sam turned around to look at the scared Inshara.

"Pardon?" he asked gently.

"It's the Ragnakta," she repeated. "Her spells stop us from sensing one another and using our powers… we're trapped." The little creature broke down into tears and hugged her knees. Sam turned back to the front of his cage and looked out again. Other Inshara's had woken up as well and were all standing at the cage doors. It was obvious the Ragnakta had place twins alike in the same cage which was a small good thing at least.

"Faya I have Tya in here with me she says you can't sense one another and use your powers," Sam called. He saw Faya's little face almost mash into the cage door.

"No we can't… Is Tya alright? Is she hurt?" she asked.

"Tya! Tya! It's Milos! I can't see you!" Milos called out. Sam was slightly startled as the weeping Inshara in his cage suddenly appeared next to him at the door and looked out.

"My pod?" she whispered quietly. Sam gently put a hand on her shoulder.

"That's right," he said. Tya wiped her tiny tears and pressed her face to the cage.

"Milos? Faya?" she called. He voice was a little weak and strained but the others had no trouble hearing her.

"Be strong Tya, your pod is with you now," Faya said firmly. A small sad smile crossed Tya's face as she looked down with a small bit of relief.

"We're going to get you out of here okay? My brother's on his way and he'll never let me down," Sam said. The little fairy looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Your brother? Not your pod? You are not one of our kind," she said. Sam shook his little green head.

"No, I was… I guess I was a replacement until they could get you and your sister back from the Ragnakta," Sam said. Tya looked closely at Sam and suddenly frowned.

"Human?" she asked. Sam nodded and Tya folded her small arms across her chest. "Winchester?" she demanded.

"Uh, yeah, how did you know that?" he asked.

"This is your fault!" Tya exclaimed. "Your brother and his father they made her angry! They captured my sister! As if it weren't bad enough the witch had me working for her you Winchesters gave my sister to her on a silver platter!" Sam was stunned by the little Inshara's sudden about face of emotions but more so was he sorry. Sorry that his family had gone to such great lengths to try and kill a Ragnakta.

"I'm sorry," Sam sighed. "If I had known maybe I could have talked them out of it. Maybe…" He was cut off when he heard footsteps approaching. Tya went pale and backed all the way to the back of their cage as the steps got closer. Suddenly a face appeared directly in front of the cage door causing Sam to be startled and fall back on his butt.

"Sam Winchester," said the raven haired gray eyed woman from the gas station. "I'm not going to hide it, this is absolutely perfect that these pathetic little creatures turned you into one of them." Sam stood up and tried to look intimidating which was pretty much impossible considering his size and stature.

"You wont get away with this," Sam snapped. "Dean may have failed to kill you once but he wont fail again." The woman raised an eyebrow.

"That is what you think?" she asked. "Please Sam, if Dean and Daddy Winchester had failed to kill me I would have gone on my marry way and you never would have been involved in this… little operation of mine." Sam felt like he was missing something very important and knew it wasn't going to be anything good. He tried not to look curious but couldn't help but take a step toward the cage door.

"So what did they do Salaya? Take away one to many children from you?" he asked. The witches eyes flared angrily.

"My name is Yalasya," she snapped. "Salaya was my sister."

Oh, Sam thought. Apparently the sibling bound applies for Ragnakta's as well. It made sense that the witch was pushed to revenge because her sister had been killed.

"Dean and dad killed your sister," he said out loud. "And so what? Now you're out for revenge?"

"Salaya was my big sister," Yalasya snapped. "How would you feel Sam? How would you feel if I killed Dean, right before your eyes. If I shot him in the chest then dragged his body to a fire pit and destroyed it while you watched?" Sam felt a twinge of guilt, he wouldn't enjoy something like that at all. At that moment, Sam felt a strange longing for Dean that he hadn't felt in a while.

"You and your sister were killing children, real children and people you had turned into children. There was no way my family could let you do that," Sam replied in defense.

"You humans it food to survive Sam, should I be defending my actions by saying you murder cows to eat steak?" the witch replied. "Besides we didn't take that many people, only a few here and there. Just enough to survive and your family murdered my sister because we were living a peaceful existence. She was all I had left Sam, hunters like your brother and father took our parents so now, I'm going to take you." Sam felt the fear stirring up inside him and he back away from the front of the cage keeping his eyes on the witch.

"So what? You kill me and everything's even?" he asked.

"Oh no," Yalasya replied. "That would be much to easy. You, my little winged friend are going to be insurance against your brother."

"My brother's not that stupid," Sam hissed. The witch shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not but is the immortal?" she asked with a wicked grin. Sam finally let his trepidation show.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

"You'll soon see Sam Winchester," the Ragnakta laughed as she walked away. "You will all soon see." Sam quietly cursed to himself as he looked back to Tya who still cowered in the corner.

"We'll make this right for you Tya," he said. She looked up at him with an apprehensive look not showing any sign of believing him but not fighting the statement either. Realizing the little fairy wasn't in the mood to talk, Sam turned back to the cage door and surveyed the lock. Maybe if he had bigger hands and his lock picking gear he'd stand a chance of getting out to warn the others. But his hands were tiny and green and his lock picking kit was under his underwear back at Stanford.

"Damn it," Sam sighed quietly to himself. He leaned on the cage door an sighed, "I hope you're having better luck Dean."

Dean was going to kill. He didn't know what, he didn't know who, all he knew was that if he didn't kill something soon, he'd be forced to kill himself. He didn't remember much from his time being transformed back into a child but he did remember not being back to normal for more then a few hours when his little, little brother was spirited away from him by some bitchy voice in a Tornado.

He and his father's research had come back to him though, he remembered figuring it was a Ragnakta working with an Inshara because of missing hikers in the woods disappearing in a rather obvious pattern. Worse still was a week after the hiker went missing, a child would be found barely alive and in one of the surrounding counties. Some of those children had died and some had lived but Dean knew that none of them would ever be the same again.

So he and his father had gone to kill the Ragnakta and free any recent victims. That's where things started getting much, much more fuzzier. Dean could vaguely recall capturing an Inshara to draw in the Ragnakta and he thought they'd killed the evil creature but he was dazed and like many of his hunts had probably taken a header at some point so anything was possible.

But what mattered at the moment was that Dean was set to kill. Seeing Sam as a tiny green, extremely pissed off and very embarrassed Inshara had originally made Dean damn near wet himself laughing. All that had changed in an instant when the wind had picked up and he heard Sam's terrified squeaking voice call out to him, trying desperately to hold onto the bed spread.

Little fairy or little brother it didn't matter to Dean when he heard the terror in his brothers voice and was forced to watch as the little guy along with all the other Inshara's were swept out of the motel room like so much garbage. Dean had tried to run after them but the motel room door wouldn't budge. He wanted to smash the window but Bobby and Greg had stopped him from doing so insisting it would draw to much attention.

The door had finally come un stuck but by that point it was too late and the stolen fairies, his brother were no where in sight. So Dean had fallen back into a chair, taken one look at his infantized father and started cleaning his guns. He might not have needed them at the moment, but he knew he'd need them soon and it also helped him think.

"You and John had to have found the Ragnakta's layer if you got close enough to get shrunk," Bobby said. Dean nodded as he jammed a cleaning cloth down the barrel of his favorite shot gun.

"I know that Bobby and I'm telling you I can't remember exactly where it is. All I remember is that dad had said something about heading north and I think we were in the parking lot of a camp ground," he replied.

"Well that's something," Bobby said.

"Except there's twelve camp grounds within the immediate surroundings of this town," Greg added. Dean paused his cleaning and looked up at the new comer. The fact that the man was who he was and had been so close to Sam for almost two years hadn't sat well with Dean at all. He didn't like the idea that there was nothing that could kill Greg. It wasn't so much that he thought Greg was a danger, if anything, Dean would still be a kid in Sam's Stanford apartment living room if it wasn't for the immortal but it made Dean think that if immortals were real beings, what else in the supernatural world couldn't be killed? How many things had he killed, thinking the world was safe only to have those things wake up, shake it off and move on?

Which brought him back to the Ragnakta. The more he forced himself to remember what he could, the more he became almost sure that he had killed her. It came in flashes and distorted memories but he remembered pulling the trigger the silver mixed with copper and gold bullets (the only way to kill a Ragnakta) rattling through the chamber of his gun, bursting out and successfully slamming into the witches chest.

She was dead, she had to be but then how in the hell had she taken Sam and changed him and his father into children?

"I'm guessing it wasn't your optimism that drew in a friend like Sam," Dean replied to the immortal. Greg gave a him a look.

"I'm just saying that the fool moon is going to be up soon and John and Sam will be stuck as they are now," Greg replied. "We don't have the time to check every camp ground we need something more."

"Well what do you want Masters? That bitch to phone us up and say, 'hi I don't want to cause trouble anymore here's where you can find me?' I don't think so," Dean snarled. "You're the one who's been around for hundreds of years, you tell me what we should do." Suddenly something hit the back of his head with a thud. Dean stopped his fuming and turned to see the tiny baby shoe that now rested at his side. He looked across the other bed where his father sat staring at him.

"Maybe he knows something we don't," Bobby said.

"Friggin' great," Dean huffed. "Three grown men, two hunters and one immortal and we need the help of a freakin' pampers toting baby soldier." Thud Another shoe hit Dean in the back of the head, this time a bit harder. He turned around, glad his father only had two shoes and raised his eyebrows. "What dad?" he asked. Damn it all if that little baby didn't roll it's eyes at Dean before fisting in the direction of the wall.

"Maybe there's something here," Bobby said looking at the wall of missing hiker articles. Baby John started gurgling and kicking his chubby legs harder.

"Dad seems to think so," Dean said motioning toward the baby. Greg stood up and picked up John who still for a moment but then started squirming again. The immortal carried the baby to the wall next to Bobby and held him out.

"Which one John?" he asked. He slowly started moving John along the lines of newspaper articles. Dean couldn't help but kick himself for not thinking of something like that sooner. Greg finally passed over one article that John started fussing so badly he nearly got himself dropped.

"Okay John," Bobby said reaching for the article. John immediately went quiet and was replaced back on the bed. "This article says three of the missing hikers in the last six years have all visited the Tully Campground which is… huh… which is just north of Wind Falls."

"Well there you go," Dean said snapping the upper receiver of his shot gun back into place. "Let's go kill this bitch and find Sam."

"Hold on Dean," Bobby said. "We can't go bringing your daddy into this situation, he'll get killed." Dean cursed, he hadn't thought about that little detail.

"So who stays?" he asked. It looked like Bobby was about to come up with a plan when Bad to the Bone started playing in the room. Greg smiled and pulled out his cell phone to answer it.

"Hello?" When the immortal's face morphed into confusion Dean grew wary. "Where?… When?… How do I…? … That's not possible… You can't… alright… alright I understand… yeah." With that he hung up the phone and put it away.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked. Greg was silent and looking off to one side almost as though he didn't even acknowledge Dean was speaking to him. Dean stood up sensing something was definitely amiss. "What is it Masters?" he demanded.

Greg finally shook his head and looked up at Dean and Bobby.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You two are on your own." With that the immortal turned toward the door without so much as an explanation why or where he was going.

Dean didn't even let the man make it passed the parking lot. Just passed the curb Dean got low, like his dad had taught him and tackled Greg hard. They both went sprawling to the ground and although there was a small bit of a scuffle, Dean soon gained the upper hand with a nine millimeter jammed into Greg's ribs.

"It wont kill you but I can keep shooting you in non lethal places until I get answers or you bleed to death and we start all over again," Dean snarled. "Who was on the phone and what did they say?" Greg looked into Dean's eyes as if assessing how much pain Dean would cause and how much he could endure. Finally it appeared he decided he didn't want to live out his days being tortured was not the way he wanted to go.

"She wants me to bring you and John to her cave," he said. "And I said I'd do it." Dean frowned and dug the gun in deeper.

"And why the hell would you do a stupid thing like that?" he growled.

"Because," Greg sighed. "She knows how to kill me… permanently." Before Dean could ask what the hell, he heard Bobby's surprised grunt from inside the hotel room and his father's brief but soon silenced wail. Immediately sensing danger Dean leapt to his feet and started back toward the motel room.

He never made it, suddenly he started feeling tired and thought he saw a bright light dance before his eyes before collapsing back to the ground. The last thing he remembered was Greg standing over him frowning sadly.

"Sorry Chester," he said with a sigh. Dean struggled, he fought it like only a Winchester could but even that wasn't enough.

"Son of a b…" And like that Dean was unconscious.

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Oh I'm cruel... ha ha ha, this cliff hangers eh? Someone's going to end up hanging ME!

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