Dean squeezed him back, relishing the ability to do so with having to worry about unintentionally crushing him. Fora moment, he forgot about how they were standing on a road paved with m and m's.

First, it was like standng on his tip toes. Then his arms don't reach all the way around Sam's back, despite several attempts. He would have slipped, but he was still held tight by his hulking little brother. Two feet, one foot passed him by and he began to freak a bit. He finally stopped around what he was guessing was six inches. Same size Sammy had been. He was now standing in Sam's slightly shaky hand. His friggin' hand! Dean didn't want to look up, but he steeled his nerves and did it anyway. The sky was dominated by vast plaid leading up to a gigantic face frowning down at him in bewildered concern. The sight made him queasy.

"Fuck." He sighed. Dean flopped backwards in the car-sized hand, thoroughly exhausted by this size-changing business.

Sam stared down at his hand. Oh god oh god oh god... what should he do? Going from tiny to normal to giant (by comparison) was making his head spin. Dean stared at him with wide eyes and Sam stared back, mouth slightly agape. Was this what he had looked like to Dean? So small... fragile... Sam swallowed.

The awkward silence was broken by the wheez of a noise maker, and a sudden popping sound. Sam turned his attention to a pleased looking Castiel who'd managed to free himself from the noise maker. Looking back to Dean, Sam swallowed again before lightly nudging his brother with his thumb.

"Dean?"

"Gehh," Dean scrunched up his face at the disturbing sensation and shoved the big digit away. "I'm busy ignoring the problem." he said, pushing himself to a sitting position. He took a peek behind him. Through the gaps in Sam's tree-thick fingers, he glimpsed just how far off the ground he was. Yep, he was pretty sure that pizza was going to be making a reappearance..

"Quit staring." He snapped up at Sam.

Sam pursed his lips. He could relate to the distaste towards giant eyes staring at him, but where the hell was he supposed to look? Dean skin had taken a pale, almost sickly hue, and Sam was not okay with getting puke on his hands. Castiel moved to Sam side, his face filled with concern.

Awkwardly, Sam sat down, hoping the lessened height would do Dean some good. Memories flashed back to him, reveling how much he hat hated the height, and he couldnt imagine how Dean, someone actually afraid of heights, would feel.

"Better?"

Dean nodded, keeping his gratitude silent. He kept his eyes down as he pushed off of Sam's middle finger and stood on slightly shaking legs. The palm compressed like the flesh it was underneath each boot. Ohhh so weird..

A shadow fell over them. Oh great. Cas was a giant too.

"Boy, just when I thought your face couldn't get any uglier..." Dean started out grumpily, but ended up smiling weakly. Seriously though. Was this the angle Sam had been putting up wth whenever he looked at him the last 24 hours? Yikes.

The feeling of Dean moving on his palm was beyond weird. The light weight that shifted on his hand felt so odd. As he stared at Dean he notice how shaky his normally stoic brother had become. Or was it his hands that were shaking. His nerves were buzzing as he tried to keep his head steady as his brother stood, but the more he tried the more he shook.

Sam scrunched his nose at the insult, but soon remembered all the unflattering angles Dean had graced him with.

"Right," muttered Sam, "Cause you're such a doll to look at... Oh wait! You are!"

As carefully as possible Sam lowered his face and raised his hands slights, trying to fix Dean's perspective.

"How's that?"

Dean would have reacted more to the bad joke, but keeping his balance on Sam's sweaty hand required a fair bit of attention. He nearly fell on his ass when it moved upward. Everything was so different... Moe intense. He had never felt more pathetic. He was conflicted, but a part of him was happy that Sammy was getting a break from this nightmare.

A gentle humid breeze wafted forward, whch he surmised must be Sam breathing. He had been freaked out about not being able to see his face so well when he was tiny, but boy could he see it now. He looked up at the big hazel eyes and slowly nodded. At least he wasn't looking up his nose anymore.
"Yeah," he said finally. There was a pause as he took something into consideration, then crossed his arms. "You did good, Sammy. This isn't your fault."

Sam could feel a bit of heat creeping into his ears, and he wasnt sure if it was anger or embarrassment. He's done everything he was supposed to, and still failed. Sam sighed. Here was Dean, barely 6 inches tall, and still trying to comfort him. Something about that concept made Sam feel smaller than when he's been in Dean's place.

"Glad to see everyone's getting adjusted," the voice of the trickster seemed to be coming from everywhere and once, "Now let's get this show on the road!"

Dean looked up, past a colossal tan trench coat toward the cotton-candy colored sky. There was no Gabriel in sight, big or small, but his presense was undeniable.

"What is this, Candy Land? " Dean barked, cupping his hands around his mouth. "How gay can you get?"

There's no answer. Not exactly, anyway. A little dragon-fly like creature with sugar coated wings buzzed up to land on Sam's curled index finger. It tilted its head at the tiny man, spit a stream of water at him, then flitted away. Dean stood there sopping wet, mouth agape.

Still no response from the trickster, but the clouds seemed to form an arrow pointing them down a direction of road.

Taking his sleeve, Sam attempted to wipe off Dean as gently as possible.

"Should we play along?" he asks, looking between Cas and Dean.

His eyes were clouded from the water, so all Dean saw was a big dark shape moving toward him. The pressure of fabric, though he was sure it wasn't much, was enough to make him stumble back a couple steps, into the walls of curled fingers. It was incredibly embarrassing, but his minor protests went unheard inbetween swipes.

"It's our best shot." Dean finally shrugged. He cleared his throat and ushered the two giants in his midst with a gesture of his hands. "Come on, let's get move on."

As Sam shakily stood, he regarded Dean curiously,

"Um," he paused, trying to figure out how to continue, "how should we do this?"

Sam nodded to his pocket and then his shoulder and then, more hesitantly Castiel.

Dean's little green eyes moved from place to place with a bit of a delay at the new altitude. Normal things looked alien now, with so much magnified detail. With as much dignity as he could muster, the older Winchester jabbed a thumb toward the shoulder.
"No one to hide from anyway.." He mumbled.

Sam nodded, and raised his hand up sliding Dean onto his shoulder,

"I suggest you find something to hold onto," whispered Sam, not liking how he could feel Dean, but not really see him. The sensation of little feet on his shoulder was odd as all hell. "It gets a little bumpy..."

He walked beside Castiel, making sure Dean sat on the shoulder between the two of them, just incase anything were to happen. He noticed the Angel turning his head to stare at Dean, his eyes unblinking and filled with a nervousness that Sam had never seen in the Angel.

Dean looked around, immediately going for the collar. IT was one thing to just tuck little Sam against or under his own collar. But doing it himself was surreal. The collar was thick and cumbersome. As Sam took a step forward, the meaning of "bumpy" sank in, and Dean promptly took a seat inbetween his jacket and shirt.

Castiel was by no means subtle. Dean felt the weight of his gaze as tangible as a barbell on his shoulders.
"You're gonna run into something, Cass." He muttered, his normal sarcasm coming slower than usual. He didn't feel so hot.

As Sam walked, a few locks of his hair bounced from behind his ear and kept tickling Dean's arm. He glared at it, tempted yet again to just take his pocket knife and cut it. Shoving it away was a losing battle, so he gave it a yank to get Sam's attention to fix it.

"Dude. Haircut."

Sam flinched, immediately regretting it. His hand reached up to steady Dean, but Cas's hand was already there. The gesture aggravated him. He was there for Dean. Not Cas. Breathing out, Sam calmed himself.

"Thanks Cas."

The angel nodded, and looked at Dean, titling his head,
"Dean. Are you okay?"

Dean had certainly not expected a cringe to be his death sentence. All it took was one violent jerk from Sam to loosen his grip enough to send him sliding forward. Just as suddenly, a wall of skin shot in front of him. His booted feet pushed off of the angel's palm, allowing Cass to assist him back to his previous position. Add another tally to the number of times Castiel had saved his life. Dean sighed inwardly.

"Fine." He shrugged, in contrast to his racing heart. He turned his head to see humongous blue eyes still fixed unwaveringly on him. It both comforted and unnerved him.

"Cas..." mumbles Sam, a little awkwardly, "Personal space." The angel looks slightky caught off guard as he backs up, his eyes still flickering to Dean. Sam pushes his hair behind his ears as a nervous habit. This day couldnt get any longer. He hated Dean being on his shoulder. He'd rather have him somewhere his brother had more grip... Somewhere he wouldn't easily fall off from a stupid mistake.

Sam was so lost in his thoughts he nearly overlooked the strange sign the protruded from the side of the road. Looking closer he noticed it read, in bright gold letters: Challenge #1.

They stopped in a field of flowers that had pixie sticks for stems. "What the..?" Dean squinted an the sign, looking around. There was nothing-
"Cas!"

Castiel had suddenly buckled at the knees and keeled over. Dean hung on tight to fists of fabric as he caught sight of another sign, to the left that marked their location as "Sleepytime Meadow". Ignoring the dweeb-tastic name, Dean snapped his attention to his brother's huge profile as he felt him begin to sway.

"Sam.." He warned, nervousness flashing across his face.

Sam felt a tiredness wash over him. everything started to feel heavy. His thoughts grew foggy as he desperatly faught to stay awake. But why was he fighting? The answwer was so unclear to him. He was faightly aware of Some shouting to his left. Dean? Why did he sound funny. He sounded really worried... Sam swallowed. Dean could wait. His limbs grew heavier and he found himself teetering on his feet. He had a primal instinct begging him not to fall. Not to sleep... Sam sucked in a deep breath and held it, a trick Dean had shown him when he was little, a way to wake up faster. He held his breath till he could feel his heart beating in his ears.

His body flooded him with adrenaline, but the moment he let his breath go he could feel the fog settling upon him once more. Dragging Cas, Sam pressed on, but he could feel his will, and muscles protesting with ever step.

"Dean," He wheezed, "I'm gunna-" Sam words tumbled to a stop as he felt himself falling forwards.

Shitshitshit- Dean scrambled backwards on the jacket. He snagged a fistful of the back of the collar and swung himself over in the nick of time. Sam's body impacted the ground wth the force of a skyscraper collapsing beneath him. The impact jolted Dean to the core, his skull smacking painfully against Sam's back. He barely felt himself sliding off the jacket and onto the ground. He got a face full of dirt... That tasted like chocolate?
Dizzy, he rolled over onto his back.
"Oreos," he realized aloud, grinding the crumbs between his fingers. His body warned him against standing up. He ignored it.

"Sammy?" He went over to his brother's unconscious body lying beside him. He held a hand under his nose long enough to ensure he was breathing. He stood back. He jogged down the length of Sam's mile long body to find Castiel's equally enormous figure slumped, face resting in the fake grass with arms outstretched to break his fall.
"Cas." Dean stood center before his face." He gave a hard push on his cheekbone. The skin sank in a bit, but the angel didn't stir.

"Great. A field of Roofie Roses." He kicked the nearest plastic-y blue stem. It left a little dent, then reinflated. Because Dean Winchester was shorter than a flower.

He was on his own to fix this. As he trudged through the forest of flowers, Dean got the feeling he was going to be learning a very different lesson than his brother.

The trickster watched the events unfold. As Dean trudged off into the field, Gabriel bestowed a sort of clue upon the miniature hunter, in the form of a discarded wrapper conveniently placed in his path.

It bore the instructions that Dean must find a sucker for Castiel and Sam, in order to wake them, but choosing the wrong one could "end up more fun than he bargained for" whatever that was supposed to mean.

Dean had to say, as he started out on this ridiculous hunt through a forest of sugary flowers and lollipops... HE felt the like sucker. He tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand to get it over with ASAP. At least he didn't have to kiss em to wake em up. It was a faint silver lining.

The lollipops stuck out of the ground at different angles, and writing on their sticks bore their flavors. Some were ridiculous, like "glitterific grape" or "sparkling strawberry". But there were also creepy ones like "Bog fly" and "Dirty socks".

As he was wandering, that annoying dragon fly for earlier whizzed past. He took a defensive stance but it was already out of sight. Then the buzzing returned like a hideous biplane and it dive-bombed him from above. Dean hit the ground, covering his head.
"Oh that's it."
He stood up and pulled out his handgun. The next time the thing flew by, he shot it in the head. With a satisfying thump, the annoying dragonfly dropped dead to the ground. Dean stepped over the carcass and squeezed between two closely growing pixie flowers to comb through the next lollipop plant. There was one called "Red Zinger" with a little black lightning bolt on it. Maybe a shock would wake Sam. He grabbed the stick and yanked it loose, setting it aside. He was looking for a matching one amongst the colors growing over head. He spotted one with little blue wings on the bottom. Raspberry flavored. It reminded him of Castiel, and seeing as he had no other leads to go on, he went with his gut. It was just out of reach, so Dean had to climb the "stems" in order to pull it free.

That turned out to be the easy part.

Dean drug the lollipops back the long trek to the unconscious giants. Going to Sam first, he sliced off the wrapper with his knife and hefted it up in his arms like a battle ax.
"Now how the hell do I get you to take this?" He muttered to him with a focused frown. It made him stomach lurch, taking a good long look at just how BIG Sam was. It would be easy for him to kill Dean without even meaning to. One wrong move... Dean now felt the other end of that worry cycle. He steeled himself and walked up to his lower face. Sam's mouth along ended almost at Dean's chest like this. He pushed the lollipop forward, ending up only making Sam kiss the pop.
"C'mon.." Dean scowled. He set the pop down and pushed at Sam's chin with all his might, barely budging the jaw ajar a bit. "I just want you to know this is hands down the weirdest thing I've ever done. Including those confused triplets in Sacramento."
Sam's mouth was now gently relaxed. A little drool started to pool in the corner of his mouth as Dean shoved the pop again, switching it to one hand so he could reach inside and pull at his lower teeth. He never wanted to think about this EVER again.

Just a little bit more...

Sam was vaguely aware of a pushing sensation on his mouth, but it was only when whatever it was that was pushing touched his tongue, that he felt any type of clarity. It was like a cool wind hand rushed through him upon contact. His eyes shot open, and his body buzzed with an electric adrenaline that forced the sensation of a caffeine rush upon him, only this was more potent. MUCH more potent.

He shot upwards. The energy inside of him made him desire movement. Blinking rapidly he took in all the sights around him. Everything was clear. Bright. Detailed. His thoughts seemed to rush by like cars on a freeway. Dean. Tree. Candy. Sucker. His blinking increased as he tried to calm himself.

With mild confusion he removed the sucker from between his lips. A flavor that he hadnt realized was surging though him, died down, along with some of the energy. He could feel the remaining energy inside of him, as it pushed him from within, looking for a way out. It was then that he felt it. A strange pushing sensation from either side of his head. He the energy as it pushed outwards. He felt his hair move, and as he lifted his hands to the sides of his head, he gasped.

Antlers. Fucking antlers.

Dean lay in a heap in the bright green grass, picking hismelf up yet again. He rolled over in relief and horror as Sam not only woke up but jumped up to his feet. Not risking getting stepped on, Dean took a running leap onto the nearest boot and tugged hard on the pangleg.

"Yo, ugly!"

Sam flinched at the touch. Bending down, his head tilted awkwardly at the new weight. His eyes fell upon his miniature brother. He was so small... so easily overlooked...

"Dean," his voice came sharper then he'd meant, "What happened?

"I'm not an expert, but it looks like you grew antlers." He replied, his smart-assed answer practically a shout to be heard. Why was he just looking at him like that? It made Dean feel smaller than he was. Like the bug he had killed earlier. "But hey listen. I need you to pop this-" he hopped off the shoe and retreved the blue lolly from where he'd left it a few inches away. "-into Cass' mouth."

Sam's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Um... okay?"

He bent down, scooping Dean up as carefully as possible. The sensation of having his big brother in the palm of his hand was so odd. Momentarily, he thought about how he liked having Dean rely on him. He immediately shook the thought from his head. He tried to focus on keeping his hand steady instead, as he lifted Dean as slowly as possible to his shoulder.

Unwrapping the candy, he easily inserted it into Cas's mouth.

"Is he going to get," he pointed to his antlers. "these too?"

Dean took the implication to climb onto the shoulder again- though after Sam going timber just under an hour ago, he was a teensy bit hesitant. He got himself as secure as possible, straddling the shirt collar and finding a good hold on a decorative slit in the jacket.

from here, Dean got a good look at the aged, genuine antlers sprouting from his brother's face. As disturbing as it was... It got him grinning. They were baby moose antlers.

"Heh, maybe he'll grow a pair of permanant glasses to fit his whole "nerdy angel" thing."

Before Sam was able to reply he felt a blast of chilling air and the scent of peppermint seemed to engulf him. The smell seemed to fizz and spark in his nose, slowly turning into something more like raspberry. Turning his attention to the angel, Sam gasped.