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Dean stepped into the bunker with a dreamy expression. He walks down the steps having a spring to his feet. Sam steps into the room with his arms folded.
"Where have you been?"
"Me." Dean dumps his bag on the table. "Training."
"All night?" Dean smirked and looked away. Sam catches the expression and straight away figures out what his brother has done. "Dean."
"A giant has gotta have some fun right." Dean walks into the kitchen with his brother following behind. The elder Winchester bends down and gets a beer out of the fridge. "Heard from Cas?"
"Nope. Haven't heard from him."
"So much for staying." Dean shuts the fridge. "We had Kelly. Cas needed to be there. Where the hell has he gone?"
"He went off to look for a cure for you remember."
"Doesn't he see this is more important." Dean sits down "We literally had her. I screwed up."
"Dean. That wasn't your fault."
"Ellie told me. Demons, angels anything stronger than us can control my shift."
"So what Dagon shrunk you?"
Dean nodded and sighed.
"It sucked cuz I couldn't change back."
"Once Cas has the cure there will be no more sizeshifting for you."
Dean sipped his beer and didn't respond. He asked Ellie after the Alpha incident about his state of mind. Why he admitted to liking it. Turns out it's not the sizeshifting taking over it was him really now liking it.
He can still remember the conversation he had with her.
Flashback.
Have you ever been spoken down to in your life?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Dean frowned.
"Ever had people constantly belting out orders to you."
That was personal. John Winchester is the person Dean has followed almost all his life. Blindly following orders. He rarely disobeyed John. If he did he would get punishment. His father was hot-tempered.
"Yeah." He admits. "My dad."
"How long?"
"Since I was a boy. My mom died in a fire, later she came back. The fire was caused by a demon. That night changed my dad. He trained me and Sam to be hunters. Started at an early age. I didn't have a childhood like anyone else."
"When you were around him, did you feel like you were two inches tall?"
Dean thought about it. He thought back to the days when he was boy how his father towered over him barking out orders and raising his voice when something bad happened. Thinking about it Dean did small around his dad even when he grew up John still had the same impact on him.
The hunter nodded.
"Any other examples?" She asked.
Dean thought to when he was rescued from Hell how he became both Heaven and Hell's puppet on strings. Alastair's presence used to shake him up. The demon broke Dean piece by piece per day and gained control over him turned him into his student. Dean had no say in Hell all he could do was obey and torture the souls.
The Mark of Cain was another example. It started controlling him more than he can control it. Most times he gave in and killed just to ease the burning from the Mark. During time the Mark became more than just a thing on his arm, it became an enemy that Dean lost to every time. Dean's humanity was shrinking by the day. The Mark got bigger, stronger in Dean's mind. It overpowered him.
The giant shivered at those memories. There has been many times he felt small. Even arguments with Sam. Sam angry at him really pushed him down. He felt powerless in those situations.
By Dean's face Ellie can tell he had a long list. She didn't push him to answer.
"You see when you are at this height, do you feel strong, more secure."
"Secure?"
"I mean like no one can walk all over you when you are this height. You have more control over things. Like...if your dad was here would you trigger?"
"What no. I would never do that."
Dean thought about the anger that built up through the years. How much he wanted to stand up to John. If he grew he would overpower his father and be able to speak up without getting punished. John couldnt punish his son not while Dean is this height. The hunter imagined it. Having Sam in his hands to protect him while yelling down at his father.
"Oh crap." Dean said his face horrified that he now that urge to do that. He looks at Ellie. "Maybe I'm not sure."
He almost sounded scared by that.
"Sizeshifters and emotions." She snorted. "Big deal seriously."
Crowley said something like that.
"Why?" He asked.
"It's all connected I guess. When you are sad you feel low. So usually your sizeshifting side makes you low literally. You shrink. I guess that makes sense. Otherwise we will be having the pool of tears like that scene from Alice in Wonderland. Angry you tend to grow most sizeshifters want to destroy things." She chuckled. "We do have a right temper on us. If you are one of those who are really protective, you will have problems. I remember when we were first training Spencer was and still is the protective one he kept triggering every time someone or something encountered us. We had to get him to hide. Mom would go nuts saying Spencer watch what you are doing."
She laughed at that memory. Dean blinked at her. Being protective was his main trait.
"So what am I gonna do?"
Ellie looks at him.
"Try to back off a bit."
"How? It's always been my job to protect my brother."
"Maybe its time to stop that. He is a man Dean. He can protect himself. Its time you stepped down."
"I can't."
Dean felt his muscles twitch. Ellie grabbed his arms to stop the excessive growth from happening
"You want to be in control, you gotta change some things. Otherwise you will tick off."
Dean stands up with Ellie following him.
"I was raised to protect Sammy. That will never change." He lets his arms drop to the sides. "If anything happened to him it's one me. It will always be on me."
Ellie nods.
"I see. If you can control your emotions and abilities at the same time, you would be Superman."
"And Batman." He joked.
"That makes me Catwoman." She giggled.
They both got back into training.
"Dean."
Dean looks up from his beer.
"How's Eileen?" He asked.
"Uh well I had to explain about the sizeshifting to her after you went ant size." He shakes his head. "She is not doing great. She really won't forgive herself for what she did."
"It's not her fault."
"I know. Its got to her. She left last night. I think she is going to Ireland. Clear her head. Have a break."
"That's probably for the best."
Sam picks up his phone after hearing a buzz.
"Its Mick."
He presses the button and puts it on loud-speaker.
"Hello Winchester."
Both brothers frown. That wasn't Mick.
"Ketch?"
"Ah hello Dean. How's the growing pains. You got yourself a blue dress yet?"
Dean rolls his eyes.
"Where's Mick?" Sam asks.
"Oh, he didn't tell you? He flew back to London last night. After all the... Oh, unpleasantness with Dagon and Renny, well...Mick has a lot to answer for. So for the time being, you'll report to me."
Dean sits up.
"Seriously?" He says.
"I don't like it any more than you do. I'd much rather be with your mother. Hunting. For...Chupacabra in Texas. I will be sending you jobs. I'll be very grateful if you do them." Sam sees a job alert flash across his screen. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Uh yeah." Sam answers.
"Excellent. We'll be in touch."
The call ended.
"So now we're reporting to low-rent Christian Bale? Seriously? I don't like that guy. He creeps me out." Dean says.
"Yeah."
Dean shifts in his seat with the beer still in his hand.
"And he rides the oldest, worst, most unreliable bike."
Deep in the woods a fox was sniffing the ground looking for food. Its eyes lock on to a rabbit. It charges at the rabbit. The rabbit immediately leaped and headed towards the bushes.
The rabbit's little heart pounded as it increased in speed. The fox was fast and smart. The rabbit jumps into a hole. The fox came to an abrupt stop. It looks down at the hole. It was small but the rabbit was able to just squeeze through. The fox leans in. Its pointed nose making contact with the soil.
Suddenly a hand shoots out. The fox yelped and jumps back. Another hand shoots out and lands in the soil. Its fingers dig into the dirt. A moan comes from below. The fox sprinted off in fear forgetting about its meal.
A head popped out of the mud and grass followed by his body and legs. After one last push he was finally out. He collapsed as the sunlight shone on his face revealing his dirty features.
He stood up, his legs shaky. He brushed himself down and coughed. His throat felt as dry as sand paper. He had a major headache. He squints his eyes as he looked at the sky.
Mick Davis looks round puzzled by how he got here. He rubs the back of his head as he tried to figure out what happened. He lowers his hand and sees blood on it.
The Englishman's eyes widen. He touched his head again. He felt something hard. He put his fingers in and feels something soft.
What the?
He touches the hard thing again. He wraps his fingers around it to get an idea what the shape was. Horror appears on his face.
That's a bullet.
Images of his talk with Hess flash across his eyes. The sound of the gun being fired before he blacked out.
No way. Mick thought.
He touches the soft thing and pokes at it. If he got shot in the head. The bullet would be in his...
Realization hits him.
That's my brain.
Mick quickly removes his hand in shock.
I been shot!
The bullet falls on the ground. Mick panicked fearing the bleeding would get worse. He touches it. He couldn't feel anything. He pats it but there was nothing.
The wound closed up.
Mick is stumped. How did a head injury heal on its own. How the hell did he survive?
Or did he survive?
Mick had an vision of himself walking into a white light but then he got pulled back and the light slowly faded as he got dragged back through the tunnel. The first thing he did when he awoke was breathe. It was like he hasn't breathed in years.
Mick gulps and looks down at himself as pieces of the puzzled formed together.
I was murdered...I died.
He looks up at the sky feeling shocked.
I just came back from the dead.
Did you really think I was gonna let Mick stay dead and end Monna. Lol. It's a ship name I came up with lol. Donna and Mick = Monna lol. Next chapter coming soon. :)