Jason sighed as he plucked up the staff, turning to face a bemused Sam still stuck on the table.

'Sorry bout that. We needed to keep him distracted.' He explained, placing the hand with Takota flat against the table. The four apparitions of Jason's mind chucked, fizzing out of existence now that their job was done. Sam just huffed as he strolled over to the hand.

'You could have let me know beforehand, ya jerk!' He grumbled. Takota chuckled, amused by his annoyance.

'Nah, he had the right idea keeping you in the dark. Acting can never truly capture the right tone of desperation and fear that comes from a sight like that.' He said. Sam raised an eyebrow as he climbed into the hand, sinking down beside him.

'And how do you know how to do it so well?' He challenged. Takota's cheeks reddened as Jason moved his hand from the table.

'Well... it's not the first time we've played cat and mou-'

'O-kay, that's enough of that!' Jason interjected loudly, gently sliding the two onto the floor, 'He doesn't need to know about our... private activities, Mouse.'

Jason quickly walked over to Dean, helping the man to his feet. He scanned the man. Some broken bones and massive bruisings, but that seemed to be the extent of his injuries.

'Okay guys, you best be getting out of here.' He said, patting the disheveled hunter on the shoulder. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with the demon, but he'd figure it out when he knew they were safe.

Dean smiled, looking down at the two tiny guys as they strolled over, quietly talking and laughing together. It was nice to see Sam converse with someone his own size. Even with all the uncertainty that had come from it, he was glad they had met the two shifters.

The demon was glaring at him and Jason, crouched to the ground. Its hands were curled into fists, and it shook with rage. It made Dean smile, knowing that the powerful beast was effectively trapped.

Until he saw what was in its now moving hand.

'Move!' He boomed, shoving the shifter to the side. Jason hadn't expected the sudden shove, and ended up falling on his ass. In a blur of frantic movement, he turned to face the demon, the staff held up in front of him. His gloved hand hovered near, and a fine green lazer appeared between the ends. With a practiced induced ease, Jason pulled the lazer back, an arrow of lazer energy forming, and let go to let it fly. The demon was struck through the heart, and collapsed in a heap. The demon was dead, but a pleased smile rested on its dead lips.

They quickly realized why the demon was so pleased.

Dean stood, his breathing harder than it had been. There was a particularly sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, confused, to see a deep red stain on his shirt, which was quickly spreading. A knife was lodged into his heart. He coughed, tasting thick, dark blood in his mouth. And he fell heavily to the ground.

'DEAN!' Sam screamed, sprinting towards his brother. He barely registered Jason's accomplishment of killing an actual demon. In his mind played a familiar scene of Dean battling a demon, only to be stabbed in the heart. He rushed to the hand, calling his brothers name. The usually immensely powerful hand was weak and unresponsive to his touch. Dean was already gone.

'Y-you said this wouldn't happen!' Sam yelled, rounding his pain and sorrow on the shifter, 'You said he would be fine! You lied to me!'

Jason hadn't moved, too shocked by the sudden death. He barely registered Sam's grief-stricken words before he curled into his brothers unresponsive hand, sobbing. Takota seemed lost, torn between offering sympathies or leaving him to grieve.

You had one fucking job! Samuel snapped irritably.

And you call yourself a Mandimal... Adrian taunted.

Poor Sam. Oliver lamented.

I feared something like this would happen, Hans said quietly. It's a shame. They would have been a great team.

'No.'

Takota glanced up at Jason's defiant exclamation. Jason climbed to his feet, placing his hand on the dead man's forehead. Barely a minute dead. It would be difficult, but he could do this!

'Don't you dare, Jason!' Takota snapped, realizing what Jason had in mind, 'That is too dangerous! We're in a different universe, and you want to do it to a human! You don't have the energy for something like that!'

Takota was right, of course. To even have a chance to do this he would need to give every scrap of enjion in his body, which would kill him in the process. Even with all that energy, the process may not even succeed. Then both tinies would be stranded underground, their larger partners dead.

But there was a way around that.

He quickly dashed to the table, plucking up the baseball sized glass sphere. If you concentrated on its center, you could see the faintest hint of a blue spark. Despite how small it seemed, it was a spark of pure enjion that the demon had continuously fed stolen power to for over a month. It was like an atomic bomb in his hand, with enough power to keep New York powered for years. It had to be enough.

He rushed to Dean's body, gently plucking Sam off the body. The kid began thrashing about, spewing profanities with a vengeance. Jason shoved him into Takota's arms, who, despite being the smaller of the two, easily held him back.

Sam struggled profusely, trying to rip out of Takota's surprisingly strong grip. He had to get back to Dean. Tears streamed from his eyes, blinding him. Takota pulled him back as Jason knelt by Dean, clapping his hands together. Sam paused in his struggling, recognizing Jason summoning that strange blue electricity. When the sparks touched the glass ball it erupted in blue energy, and Jason grimaced as the power inside began to traverse into his own form. His face scrunched up uncomfortably, there being too much raw power for him to safely absorb. But he wasn't absorbing it. He placed his empty hand over Dean's heart. The energy flowed through him, sliding down to Dean's body. The heart glowed slightly, and under Jason's palm, the skin began stitching itself together, sealing the breach.

Jason removed his hand, watching intently. He had done what he could, stitching up the worst injuries. Now he had to wait and see if the rift was strong enough for Hydra to have any sway. Resurrection couldn't be achieved without her direct interference.

Please... Please work! Sam couldn't be left alone like this.

Dean's chest rose slightly, then deflated, as he sucked in a deep breath.

Jason sighed heavily. It had worked. Now he just had to get rid of the stolen energy so no other creature could use it.

Sam gasped, staring in shock as his brother began breathing again. Takota smiled, letting him go. Sam stepped tentatively closer, not even reacting as Jason smashed the glass against the wall to disperse the powerful energy inside. He just touched his brothers hand, and the finger twitched slightly at his faint touch. He choked back a relieved sob. Dean was alive!

Jason cleared his throat, which actually startled Sam. He looked up at him as he slowly placed his hand down beside him.

'We need to get out of here,' He explained, eyeing Dean's damaged body, 'I need to get him to a secure location so he can recover.'

Sam didn't need to be told twice. He leap into the waiting hand, impatiently waiting for Takota to join them. As Takota climbed on, Jason's body glowed slightly, returning to his original form. He carefully slid them into his pocket, and the two settled themselves into a corner each.

'You okay?' Takota asked as Jason began moving. Sam chuckled, the sound turning into a sob halfway through.

'I almost lost my brother again,' He said, threading his hands through the fabric, 'I can't thank him enough for saving him.'

'Yeah, Jason has a soft spot for siblings,' Takota said, stroking the wall behind him fondly, 'After almost loosing his brother so many times, he can't stand seeing anyone else lose their own.'

Jason tried not to eavesdrop on his two passengers as he gently pick up Dean, holding him close to his chest. His breathing was gradually strengthening, he was pleased to see. Smiling, he began to trek up the stairs. Time to put that hotel room to use.