AN: here is a Supernatural oneshot for the lovely Dragonfire Alchemist. Thanks for getting me hooked on Once Upon a Time, I might be writing a oneshot for that soon!

It had been a full week since Sam had shrunk smaller than a ken doll and, quite frankly, he was sick of it. Sick of Dean's constant jokes. Sick of being helpless. Of being useless. He couldn't stand another moment of it. His only comfort was when night fell and he could forget it all in sleep. He had a nice bed of sorts on the floor next to his brother's. It consisted of a pillow with one of Dean's shirts to use as a blanket. As he lay there that night, he mulled over the past seven days. They had no leads and absolutely no clue what had done this to him. He fumed for a moment, taking a little comfort from the thoughts of what he would do to whatever had put him through this. It was just as he started to doze that something highly strange happened.

A soft pressure on his shoulder shook him gently.

"Hey... Hey, wake up,"

Sam heard the whisper and opened his eyes. At first he didn't understand what he was seeing. A strange girl stood over him, her face full of worry and concern. Being still half asleep, however, his fog filled mind showed Sam something different.

"Mom?" He asked, thoroughly confused.

"What? No, please get up. We really need to go."

Sam did get up, but then his mind finally cleared and he remembered his situation. Then the realization hit him that this girl was in the exact same predicament. She had grabbed his hand and was leading him somewhere away. Sam held back a little, still very much confused.

"Hang on a second. Where are you taking me? Who are you?"

She tugged on his hand, urging him to pick up the pace.

"Don't worry, we're getting out of here."

"Stop stop stop. Just wait." Sam extracted his arm and took a step away from her. "Why, exactly, are we getting out of here?"

Now she looked confused. "I'm rescuing you."

"Rescuing me?"

"Yes."

"From what?"

"Look," she came closer to him, reaching for his hands but he drew away. "I know what it's like, to live in captivity your whole life, and it can be hard to leave. But, trust me you can escape."

"Woah, hold up there. Are you saying- do you think," Sam glanced over his shoulder and gestured with his thumb in Dean's general direction. "Do you think he...?"

She nodded, fear flashing in her eyes as she stared at the massive form that was the sleeping older Winchester.

"And, I'm his... What, Pet?"

She nodded again.

"No no, see, it's not like that at all. That's my brother, up there." He explained.

She blinked, stunned, but did not respond otherwise.

"There was kind of an... Accident, or something? We're not really sure what happened, but one day I woke up like this."

She took a small step back, and then another.

"You- you mean... You're one of them?"

Suddenly, Sam began to understand. Could it be possible? That this girl was something... Different?

"One of what, exactly?" He asked.

"One of them," she nodded towards the still sleeping form of Dean. "A giant."

"Are you saying that... You're not?"

All at once it clicked for both of them that the situation was much different than either of them originally thought. Their reactions to this realization were both immediate. She ran. And he called for Dean.

Sam tried to catch up to the stranger but she was already quite a ways ahead of him. It looked like she might get away. But then the lamp suddenly came on and Dean rose from the bed. Luckily, he was not a heavy sleeper and his little brother's calls had awoken him.

His towering form loomed above them. Sam skidded to a halt as an enormous hand passed over him, moving to block the girl's progression. She let out a squeak of distress as his fingers trapped her, lifting her high into the air as he stood. Dean peered at his catch through sleep blurred vision.

"What are you?" The question was curious, not at all threatening, but the girl did not answer. She had become deathly pale and looked like she might be sick.

"Dean!" Sam called up to his brother, "Dean!"

Seeing Sam down on the floor reminded Dean that his little brother was now somewhat vertically challenged. The older Winchester sat cross legged on the floor to make it easier to talk.

"What's going on here?" He asked, looking from the strange girl in his hand to Sam.

"I'd like to know that myself." Sam muttered.

Seeing that Sam had no more answers than he did, Dean turned to the girl. "Alright spill. What are you, where did you come from, and why are you here?"

Her eyes widened in fear. It seemed that she couldn't even move from the pure terror coursing through her system. Sam noticed this and tugged on Dean's shirtsleeve to get his attention. Dean glanced down at him questioningly.

"Maybe I should ask the questions?" It made sense. She may not be quite so scared talking to Sam who was actually around her same size (although still much taller).

Dean nodded and gently set the girl down. There was no chance of her escaping now anyway. She still looked terrified, but she seemed to mentally pull herself together enough to actually speak.

"Okay, let's start with something simple." Sam began, "do you have a name?"

She stared at him for a moment as though she didn't understand the question. Finally, she answered, "Drew. My name is Drew."

"Drew, that's a nice name." Sam tried to lighten the mood a little. The ghost of smile crossed her face and she shrugged.

"Can you tell us what you are, Drew?"

This question seemed to bother her. "I'm a p- person. I was born the way I am. Nobody ever told me what I was. I've never- never really thought about it."

"Are there more of you?" Dean asked suddenly, looking around furtively as though expecting little people to come crawling out of the woodwork.

"No!" She replied quickly. Too quickly. It was the kind of no that meant just the opposite. "I- I mean," trying to cover up her mistake, she began to stutter a little. "R- really, it- it's just me."

Suddenly, she looked so forlorn that Sam thought she must be all alone. She sighed sadly. It was a sigh that spoke volumes. 'It's complicated' being the most prevalent.

"Well," Sam really wanted to change the subject. "Do you by any chance know of anything that could shrink a person. A giant. Down to this size?"

Drew thought for a long moment. "Actually, I think I might."

"That's awesome!" Dean grinned. Flinching at the sudden booming voice, Drew glared at him.

Sam thought that they might have to make a deal on this one...