As he stepped into his brother's hand, a number of words came to Sam's mind. Such as, it's so fucking big, I'm gonna die, holy crap this is weird. But as Dean stood up, a new onslaught of words filled is head. Mostly being I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die.

Disbite himself, Sam finds himself hugging his brother's first finger. Never had he been scared of heights. But, he's never been on something that could just fall without a secnds thought. And that isn't as loud as a jet!

"You okay?" Dean whispers. Sam keeps his eyes close, leaving Dean clueless but not with a heart to pull his finger away to coax Sam into talking.

"I'm, I'm fine Dean," he mutters finally. Nothing is said back, being too soft to hear correctly. He feels the long footsteps crashing to the ground, the deep breathes Dean inhales then exhales, the ruffle of fabric. It's just so much to take in.

Sam takes deep breathes, relaxing his entire self, ignoring everything around him. Nothing surrounds him. Just warmth and a nice night breeze. It works too, getting his heart rate down and allowing his lungs to actually take in air. But it halts all too soon.

"Hey Baby," Dean mutters above. Sam's eyes snap open as Dean opens her back door, placing the weapons and equipment from earlier into the duffle bag. Shutting the door, he then opens the driver's seat and climbs in. He hesitates, not knowing how to drive with a shrunken brother.

"Put me on your shoulder," a voice calls. Dean looks down at Sam as he stands up. Shrugging his shoulders, Dean lifts his hand to his right shoulder.

"You sure about this?" he questions. Sam snorts near his ear, making Dean smile. At least the kids still as stubborn as ever.

"Yes I'm sure. Your pocket might move too much. It's, weird, beingthis small." As he talks, Sam puts himself next to his brother's neck and shirt. A shiver travels through the skin around Sam, but Dean doesn't say anything.

"You good?" Dean asks once his brother's settled.

"Please drive slower." A smirk appears as he nods to the request.

"Nice and easy." Dean then starts up the car and drives down the dark road.

All the while, Sam panicks about how big Dean is. His brother steers a now ginat wheel that Sam himself could drive once crazy as it seems. He looks at the trees assing by and shkes his head, getting too much of a headache out of it. Maybe if he just slept, it'll all go away. He didn't sleep in the illusion, so maybe that's just it.

After a couple minutes of silent driving (he was trying to be a good brother by not bursting Sam's ears out), he opens his mouth to talk. He shuts it though, hearing an undenyable snore next to his ear. Unbelieveing, Dean pulls the rearview mirror so he can see his shoulder. Sure enough, Sam's passed out.

"This is so weird," he breathes. He really wants to make sure Sammy's okay, but he can wait for the motel. Kids earned that much, even though Dean gets to brag about how he killed the son of a bitch.

Dean's eyes get big when he realizes he hasn't called Bobby back yet. Taking out the phone, Dean quickly dials Bobby's phone, pressing it against his left ear.

"You found him?" a voice immiediatly asks.

"Yeah, yeah I found him. Thanks again Bobby." He stops, hoping he doesn't have to say more.

"What aren't you telling me." Damn. Sam, forgive me.

"He, well." Dean sighs then chuckles. "He's about two inches tall Bobby. Asleep on my shoulder too." There's silence on the other end as his lifelong friend thinks this over.

"Two inches?"

"Yep."

"Shit. Why does this alwasy happen to you two?" Dean doesn't answer as Bobby starts cursing again.

"Could you look into it for us?" Dean whispers.

"Yeah I will. Just keep your brother safe. No insects, no rats, no YOU acting like an idiot." Dean nods at the terms, comepletely in agreement.

"I promise. And don't lose sleep over it. We'll figure this out. Maybe it just needs a little time to go away," Dean mutters. Bobby grunts but doesn't say anything.

"Keep me posted. I'm glad your both safe. Idiots." And with that he hangs up.

SRSRSRSRSR

Sam wakes up with a start, the familiar yet loud purr of the Impala gone. His foggy mind looks over the area, and once he realizes him shrunk wasn't just a dream, flops back down.

"Are you awake?" he hears Dean ask. Sam shakes his head. There's a chuckle, meaning Dean somehow managed to see him. "Come on."
A giant hand lifts itself up to the shoulder as Sam just stares at it. It's bigger than the Impala, and alos belongs to Dean. Sam groans, knowing he doesn't have anyother choice, and slides into the palm. It moves, making his head spin, untill green eyes are looking him up and down. Sam groans again knowing he can't stop Dean from making sure he's good. The hand shakes from laughter as Dean gets out of the car.

"Alright alright. You're fine." Sam nods a thank you but curls into a ball. So many things can go wrong with him this small. Dogs, cats, birds, ther people. God, he hates this already.

Dean swings the duffle bag over his shouder and places Sam's hand by his chest to keep it steady. The door to their room swings open and Dean locks it.

"Wait here," he wshipers. Dean gently slides Sam onto thenightstand then leaves to scavenge through Sammy's duffle.

As he brother leaves, Sam stands up, not liking how the rough woood feels on his back. He stares at his brother who's only five feet away, but would definatly be closer to world's apart. The T.V. now seems like a moive screen while the floor feels like it's a big as the Grand Canyon. The nightstand wobbles as Dean thumps over, spreading on of Sam's shirts into a makeshift bed.

"There. Soft, warm, and close to me." Sam smiles up at Dean, rubing his hair.

"Thanks Dean. Especially for looking for me," Sam calls.

"Of course. I wouldn't leave you behind," Dean growls. He nudges the tiny man gently, who tumbles backwards in return. Dean offers a smile then walks off to chnage for bed.

"I'll get you for that." Sam yanks his boots off and throws them as far from him as possible. He then flops onto his giant shirt, happy for the soft, unmovng material. Even though he tries to stay awake to thank Dean again, he's asleep in seconds.

Dean walks back over and laughs at his small brother. He takes half of the shirt and covers Sam with it for warmth. He climbs into bed but stays wide awake.

"I really hope this'll wear off soon." He sighs. No matter what, Sam won't have to worry, shrunk or not. And hey, it might be a little fun too.