Two days. That's how long Sam and Dean had been researching, and both boys barely slept. Sam kept glancing at Dean worriedly, the witch would definitely try something or maybe the curse she put on him would do everything for her. They were a couple states away in a completely warded building so the witch couldn't do anything but, judging by what had happened to her victims, the curse acted of its own accord sometimes. Dean had been like this for almost three days and Sam knew something was going to happen. So did Dean, but he would never admit it.
Sam looked at Dean after about another half an hour of reading through the endless notes.
"Dean, want anything to eat?" He asked quietly, trying to avoid hurting Dean's ears again. The last time he was so absorbed in reading he had forgotten Dean was on the table nearby and he had shouted in exasperation, almost deafening his poor brother. Dean looked up at Sam with a grin and nodded.
"Yeah, some pie!" He shouted and Sam smiled softly.
"You coming with or staying here?" He asked.
"I'll stay here" came the quiet reply as Dean stood up to stretch. "Make it cherry pie!" He shouted just as Sam was about to walk away.
Sam walked into the kitchen and took a slice of cherry pie out of the fridge. He preheated the oven and placed the slice on a baking tray, allowing it to warm up. As the pie was baking, he started chopping up some fruit: Pineapples, mangos and papayas for a smoothie. He set the blender to puree and started to put the fruit into it but he didn't realise that there was an extra ingredient. His brother.
Dean had been waiting for Sam to come back but he was already salivating over the strong smell of the cherry pie. Being small had its perks. After about ten minutes of waiting, he was hit by a wave of nausea and his vision became blurry. He couldn't even shout for his brother. He squeezed his eyes shut and it felt like everything was moving and spinning until the feeling stopped, as quickly as it came. He didn't look, but wherever he was, it smelt like fruit and the ground was wet and sticky. He slowly opened his eyes and stared in horror. He was in the blender with Sam's fruit and it didn't look like he had been noticed as more chunks of fruit were carelessly dropped into the blender. Dean panicked. He moved aside giant chunks half his size with some difficulty until he was completely visible. Sam was coming back, this time with the top to the blender, Dean had to act now.
"SAMMY!" he shouted as loud as his little voice could and luckily, the blender amplified his voice. "SAMMY!"
Sam frowned as he heard deans voice and he looked around the kitchen until his eyes fell on him, in the blender!
"Shit" he muttered and dropped the lid beside the blender. He carefully picked his brother up and cupped him protectively. If he hadn't have heard Dean, then he would no longer have a brother. "Oh god, Dean are you ok? What happened?" He asked. Dean sighed in relief to know that he was safe, for now.
"I'm a bit bruised up but otherwise I'm fine" he muttered and explained how he came to be in the blender. "It was the curse Sammy" Dean stated, sounding sure of himself. It couldn't have been anything else.
"Dean I'm so sorry" Sam muttered apologetically and put the lid on the blender, turning it on.
Sam placed Dean on the table carefully and pulled out the now warm slice of pie from the oven. He put it on a small plate and placed it on the table near dean. Dean grinned, looking at the pie and rubbing his hands together.
"Love me some pie" he muttered and started to dig in with his bare hands, covering himself with the filling almost immediately.