By the time the movie was almost over, Sam hit the pause button. He knew that he didn't need to tell Dean why.

He caught Dean glancing at the clock on the nightstand perhaps more than he himself did. Either Dean forgot he had a watch, or it had stopped working when he shrunk.

Dean glanced up at Sam from the computer base. Sam felt sympathy dizziness. He knew exactly how much craining it took to see Dean's face from that angle. If all went according to plan, in just a few short minutes, he would again.

He didn't know what to feel about the temporariness of the situation. He mostly felt that it would be wrong not to be anything but grateful that he got this much of a chance. He knew without a doubt that he didn't want this at Dean's expense. Not when he was the one used to life as a borrower, as Dean so eloquently phrased it.

Eating pizza like a normal guy, using the shower, hell, using a toilet again, all reminded him of his old life. A life he realized now that he actually kinda missed. But going outside, being around so many people, ordering the pizza, having to handle money, those were things that he didn't know the first thing about. Not anymore. It was more the latter that was essential to living life as a human. He would need an inordinate amount of time to adjust to life on that scale.

For that, he was secretly grateful. The dynamic that he had found with Dean, was simple, and it worked. It started off rough, and they had a lot to adjust to. Now the way he and Dean worked together...Sam was useful, he was cared for, and dare he admit it, a little spoiled. To go back to that safety net was alluring.

He said none of this. Instead, he held out his hand for the last time to Dean.

He was hyper-aware of Dean's tiny footfalls on his skin. Dean's hard to make out expressions. His own bodies signposts displaying everything from his breath to his pulse. He would never see Dean like this again. It wasn't as sobering a thought as it could've been.

It was still weird to see Dean this way, and he hoped that it was something he would never get used to. It wasn't Dean's life to be small.

Dean was silent as Sam slid carefully off the bed. He didn't know how Dean had always managed to avoid jostling him while doing this.

Dean toppled, and remained in a crouch for the remainder of the "ride". Sam placed him on the floor and stood back. He was all too aware of how disconcerting it was to be angled on the floor next to a hundred foot giant but it was unavoidable now.

It was only an estimation as to the exact time they had switched sizes. As one O'clock came and went, they began to grow apprehensive. If they were wrong...If it wasn't temporary…

They both stood silently, Sam staring at the blinking dots between the minutes and the hours, that indicated the seconds on the digital clock.

Dean, well he couldn't see where Dean was even looking from here.

As that thought struck, Sam began to feel very dizzy. He sank to his knees, glad for how far he moved from Dean. He used his last remaining strength to angle his body as far away from Dean's as possible before he fully blacked out.