I don't own Supernatural... sigh...
...turned away by the door, Dean finds himself walking into the sides of overly large plates of cookies
Eat Me
Dean didn't remember crawling under the table, but he must have, because he really couldn't be seeing what he thought he was seeing. It appeared that the table had grown while Dean's eyes were closed; in fact, the whole room appeared to have grown.
Spinning around Dean's excitement rose, if the rest of the room was gargantuan then the little door must be as well.
He hurried over to the little, big, blue door, fully prepared to open it and see where it would lead him.
Fingers touching the doorknob, Dean held his breath. Now was when he would escape from wherever here was. He grasped the knob, his palm sweating slightly as he turned it. Nothing happened, the door didn't budge.
"What the hell?" All this fuss over the only door in the room and it is locked.
Feeling his frustration come to a boil, Dean spun back around towards the giant table, walking into the side of a giant cookie dish; the edge of the plate catching him in the forehead.
Dean growled, lifting himself up onto tiptoes, he could see nothing on the plate that would be of interest to him. Except for a few crumbs way off in the middle of the plate, seeming to drown in the midst of all the blue print.
A small sign told Dean that he was supposed to eat these cookies. He believed he had heard this story before; the cookies would make him bigger, which was something he didn't want.
"Screw this," Dean mumbled to himself.
He supposed that if he were bigger he could possibly find a key that could open the door. But then how would he get smaller again?
Choosing to ignore the crumb sized and headache causing cookie dish, Dean turned back to the blue door. "It's you and me, door, and I know who's gonna win this!"
This is going to be filled with short chapters...
For all those worried about Sammy showing up, he is in here, I just haven't got that far yet!