Sam groans as he wakes up from a heavy fog. The ground rumbles, almost like a warning, but he ignres it. There are other things he has to worry about. Like coffee, this pounding headach, and wether the freak of nature monster is dead.
He slowly opens his eyes, expecting to come face to face with another crowd of giant faces, but all he gets is water. Tons of it.
"Dean did it!" he yells, unable to contain his joy. No more weird illusions of being tiny and stuck in a glass cage. No more poundin taps or headachs of people yelling. No more...
"TWO DAYS!" Sam covers his ears, praying he'll keep his hearing in tact. That sounded like Dean, but why was he so fucking loud? Sam groans as he stands up, still wobbly from the fog of sleep, when he halts.
The creatures dead, the evidenc is right in front of him. Only one problem; it's as big as a five story building, and it's laying down.
"No. No no no no. This isn't supposed to happen." He thinks it through. So, the monster had some kind of weird, changing powers that could do things to itself and other people. So, if it wanted to make a certain spell last longer than its life, then it probably would've been able to accomplish that. Either way, he's still tiny. Like, smaller than a fucking mouse tiny. How is he going to survive!
"Alright Bobby. Thank you so much." Dean! Dean'll help him!
"Dean!" Sam screams. The ground begins to shake again and he lands on his but, unable to withstand the trembers. Luckly he had originally been on a dry peice of cement, so that didn't kill him.
Slowly, the tremblers get bigger and bigger, and in walks his skyscraper of a brother.
Dean must be 500 feet tall. Maybe even bigger. Giant waves start and stop around his ankles as he trudges through the water, staring down at his phone. Sam looks up and up as his brother gets closer. A tiny thought of maybe getting his attention isn't such a great idea breifly crosses his mind. But, Dean's his brother. The only person he would and will trust if something like this ever came around.
Finally, Dean comes to a halt, just on the edge of the dry peice of concrete. A confused expression apears across his brother's as he looks around, a faint beeping heard through the chamber.
"Sammy?"
"Dean! Dean look down!" Sam runs toward his brother, only realizing too late that with how sensitive his hearing is, Dean begins to walk toward where he stands.
"Sam?" The man is question runs and leaps out of the way, nearly missing being crushed by a boot.
What a day this is turning out to be. Tiny with your brother a danger to you.
"Dean! Dont! MOVE!" Sam yells. His brother stops circling, and faces toward where a squeeky sound is coming. Sam then runs to his brother, praying he BETTER stay in one place.
"Stupid mice," Dean mutters from above, thinking the words he actuall heard were his imagination. He stops looking around for where his brother may be and looks back at his phone. Sam skids to a halt, angry his voice sounds like mice. Wait, the beeping is tracking him. Sam digs for his phone and smiles joyfully. Pulling his arm back, he aims to land it right on the phone.
"Training, don't fail me now." Then, he chucks the phone, right over the edge, and landing perfectly on the glass.
Dean stares at the foreign object that just landed on his phone He lifts his hand to flick it off when he stops. The signal for Sam's phone just got, brighter. Carefully, the tiny device is lifted into Dean's fingers while moving his phone away. Sure enough, the sign gets a little fainter the farther it gets.
He looks at the object, weirded out. It looks like a phone, but it's smaller than his finger nail. He hears another squeak-like noise coming from right next to him. He groans, thinking about how much he hates mice, when he stops. The phone, noise.
"Sam?" he exclaims. Sam covers his ears, horrified he'll go deaf from this. He looks up and waves to his brother, peircing green eyes locked on the tiny figure.
"Dean! Dean Dean Dean!" Sam jumps up and down as his brother slowly kneels in front of him. Sam starts to melt, a face bigger than a billboard descending upon him.
Dean, is, HUGE.
"Sammy? Is that really you?"
"Whisper! Please!" is the answer. Dean watches his little brother cringe and cover his ears. Dean's eyes soften, guilt welling up inside.
"How, how did this happen?" he murmurs.
"I was put in a glass jar and put on display to a zoo for giants. Normal things, normal day," Sam snaps. Dean ignores the sarcasum and looks him over.
"Are you hurt? Did anything happen to you?"
"No. No I'm fine. Nothing touched me."
"Are you sure?" As Dean asks, he slowly begins to move his hand toward the shrunken man. Sam's eyes get wide. He knows his brother only wants to check for injuries, but it's so unnatural to see fingers wider than trees coming toward you.
"NO! No I'm fine! I promise!" Dean stops, an eyebrow raised to his brother. Sam only smiles, leaving Dean to roll his eyes.
"Alright princess. I won't grab you." He then holds Sam's phone out to him on a balanced finger. Secretly, he's glad Sam stopped him. He knows he'll never intentially hurt his brother, but right now he's fucking two inches tall!
Sam breathes out relieved as his brother makes the promise. But, he still hesitanly steps toward the finger. Careful not to touch the hand, he swipes the phone and backs away. He then rubs his face, angry with how this has turneed out to be.
"Did all of the vics make it out?" Dean tilts his head as if thinking, only it's to not stare at his brother.
"Yeah. No one reported a friend taken was gone from the bunch, and while I was looking for you saw no one else. They went home, safe and sound."
"That's good. No long term damage?"
"Na. Only one who get double hit was you." Dean looks down at his brother. He looks so small, won't even be able to battle his hand if he wanted to. As he watches a shiver travel done Sam's spine, he lowers his hand in front of hm, palm up.
"But why," Sam mutters. His thinking takes a u-turn back to freaking out as a hand bigger than a truck lands before him.
"I know you're freaked out, but let's get to the motel before any cops think to come down here and check for bodies." His tone is soft and quiet. Sam stares at the hand, glancing every now and then to his brother.
"Okay fine. But, don't drop me. Or smother me." He looks back at the hand, shoving all doubt down his throat. This is his brother, is partner, the one that always got him out of trouble. That shouldn't, no won't change just because he's bigger than Godzilla.
Gingerly, he steps onto the hand. But, the next step sent him tumbling down into the palm.
Dean chuckles a little, but helps his brother up by offering a thumb.
"Let's go Thumbellina. I promise no dropping." No other warning is said as he stands up and slowly, carefully walks toward the entrance of the sewers.