Hours passed and Dean Winchester could only watch the sun moving in the sky and the distant ocean waves as time went on without him. He had tried to see what they were doing on top of the inclined hill – which Dean realized was more of a smaller cliff to the Sam-sized people – but they had set up camp further past where he could see over the top. He also noticed that his duffle bag was washed up next to the boat along with the cooler that had smacked his head under water; he shook his head at how strange it all was. His hands were still free so he had taken off the wet life jacket and tucked Sam's satchel in his front shirt pocket for safe keeping until they were reunited. Once a couple of nervous soldiers drove an army vehicle towards him dragging a water bottle behind it they must have gotten from the cooler he had packed. That had definitely been a sight to see, and succeeded in making him feel even more ginormous in comparison.

But other than that, no one came over for a while. Until now.

Dean was laying down on his side, his back to the cliff, but he tensed with concentration when he heard another car drive up. It stopped way out of reach, then two soldiers got out and walked slowly towards him. He was about to sit up and demand more proof that Sam was there and unharmed, but their hushed conversation reached his ears and made him pause.

"I don't know why he wants us to bring her here," one grunted out, voice almost too low and quiet for Dean to pick up.

"It doesn't matter- general's order are general's orders," the other answered. Dean heard them both pause and shuffle around. "He might want to give her a scare, y'know? Show 'er what this country is up against an' all that."

"Alright, but, consider this – what if he," there was a nervous pause, "what if the giant eats her or something?"

His back still to them, Dean rolled his eyes. 'Seriously?'

"Not our problem," the other replied. Then, "This looks close enough, lets drop her and get out of here before he wakes up."

A grunt of agreement, followed by an almost silent thump onto the soft sand. Then the soldiers were off like a shot, making to their car with as much dignity as they could muster and speeding away.

Dean waited until he was sure they weren't coming back, then slowly sat up and turned around to see who the she was they were talking about.

And froze. A small woman lay just out of reach; her dark, curly hair was spread out in the sand making a halo around her head. She was definitely unconscious, being carried and dropped did nothing to wake her, but from where he sat it was hard to tell if she had any injuries. He frowned down at her prone form before turning back around. "Nope," Dean said to himself. "Not gonna play their game. She can just stay there." He took a swig of his water and stared hard at the distant horizon, but try as he might, he couldn't just ignore the little person who could be potentially injured lying on the ground. Dean glanced back over his shoulder. She looked so fragile lying there.

Dean grumbled to himself before resolutely crawling forward to reach out as far as he could; she was just at his fingertips. Biting his lip in concentration, he gently rolled her until he could tuck her into his palm and raise her up to his eye level to see her better. She was a young woman, with warm brown skin and about a head or so shorter than Sam. He felt a tiny shudder go through her body, possibly from the cooling air, and he furrowed his brow with worry as he closed his fist around her to envelop her with warmth. Maybe he could ask her some questions when she woke up.


Lillian's head pounded and her whole body ached; she couldn't quite remember what happened after she left the hospital and had been dragged into an alleyway by two men.

Slowly she began to fully come back to consciousness. She stretched her aching arms and legs, frowning at the strange surface she felt herself on as it thrummed beneath her like a heartbeat. Then she opened her eyes to find herself in a cave. She blinked, because perhaps her vision was cloudy from being thonked on the head.

No, she was in a cave - a very warm, soft cave. But then the cave moved and opened to shred her perceived reality and reveal a giant green eye the size of her head staring in at her.

Lillian had always prided herself for keeping a level head in intense situations, the people needed a calm and collected leader after all, but at that horrifying sight she let out a shrill scream and threw herself back only to hit a wall of flesh behind her. She looked up and realized the cave was actually a hand, with fingers as big as her curling above her head, threatening to close on her, and she almost let out another scream when the giant monster before her stopped her with his low voice.

"Hey, it's okay, I won't hurtcha I promise!" The giant man was saying as a way of, what, comforting her?

"You're kidding me. You're absolutely kidding me," she said under her breath. She stood up unsteadily and ran to the edge of the hand to look at the ground below, stomach lurching as she realized she was impossibly high up, and he was only sitting!

The giant made a sound of surprise and Lillian felt the hand twitch under her and the other one rush over incredibly fast to block her from the edge, she stepped back quickly at its approach.

"Whoa, be careful, don't want you falling off," he rumbled.

As impossible as it all seemed, it was really happening, there was no way she could ever dream up such a vivid and insane scenario as this. She had to attain some control in the situation - not freak out.

Even though it still dug at him to see an innocent person so afraid of him, Dean had had enough encounters with little people to understand their reactions. He just had to prove to her that there was no way in hell he'd ever hurt her. Any enemy of those bastards who captured Sam was a friend of his, maybe she would even agree to help him figure out a way to rescue his brother. "I'm really not going to hurt you," he tried again in a soft voice. "I wouldn't've even picked you up, but you were knocked out and I wasn't sure if you were okay... Are you feeling alright?"

Lillian paused and tried to regain her composure before she met his powerful gaze. Everything about him was powerful, one of his fingers had more strength than her entire self. She held back a shudder at the thought. But despite the fear, curiosity tinged; he seemed so sincere. "I'm feeling fine, thank you, besides being attacked by strange men and scared to death by a giant monster."

She adjusted her balance in surprise as the hand moved, and for one stomach clenching second Lillian feared she angered him, but he was only moving his hand further from his face to give her space. She blinked in surprise as she saw him fully; she had assumed the face of her giant captor would be monstrous and horrifying to match his size, but he looked human, only a little older than she was, and surprisingly handsome.

She felt his intense gaze swipe over her as though checking to see for himself that she was telling the truth about her lack of injuries. Lillian threw her arms wide and circled so he could see every inch of her. "Nothing, see? Perhaps a small bump on the head, but otherwise I am in perfect condition for whatever it is Giants like you need me for. What would that be? Grind my bones for your bread or something or other?" She kept her voice confident, but though she didn't sense any malicious intent from him, she still internally shook at the thought.

The girl had an English-sounding accent like the soldiers who had found him washed up on their shore, only hers was more proper and less cockney. Her words caught up to him and he grimaced, "No," he quickly assured her. His stomach turned at the very thought. "No, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Those soldiers dropped you pretty hard on the ground and who knows what else they did to knock you unconscious." His eyes narrowed and voice bled anger as he thought about how they left her lying injured in sand.

Lillian took a step back from his darkened expression, internally relieved that that anger wasn't directed at her. It was a minuet shift of his expression and voice, but any change could be read loud and clear when you were so small in comparison. "They are certainly not fans of mine," she answered, mostly to agree with him, a little to let him know she wasn't one of them.

Dean noticed her discomfort and quickly flashed her a smile. "Would it help to know that I've been taken captive too?" He gestured towards where the strong, thin, chain could be seen encircling his ankles. "I'm not a big fan of them either."

She ignored the dizzying height and glanced down, brow furrowing as she saw the painfully tight chains. He wasn't toying with her, he really was being held captive too. Huh. Having someone of his size on her side would be a great upper hand against whatever the bloody hell was going on. Perhaps they could work together to get out of here. She was always good at sensing right away whether someone was trustworthy, and despite how impossibly large and powerful he was, she had a feeling she was safe with him. She looked back up at him and cocked her head to the side in thought. "Well, it's certainly nice to know we're both on the same side."

Dean smiled again, "Me too. So, uh, while I've got you here, what's your name?"

The young woman straightened her shoulders, trying and failing to calm her wild curls. "Lillian." She paused as if deciding something, then said, "Princess Lillian of Lilliput."

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Princess." He suddenly felt self-conscious of how messy he looked, but then the second part twinged his memory. "Lillian from Lilliput…"

On his hand, the girl crossed her arms, giving him a flat look, "Don't make fun – my parents thought naming me something so close to the country would be lyrical and cute."

"No it's not that," Dean reassured her, although it was a little funny, "Lilliput, for some reason…Kind of sounds…familiar?" He searched through his memories. "I think it was in a story?"

Lillian stared at him in question, then slowly Dean saw her eyes widen with realization. "Oh my god, you have got to be kidding me," she groaned, pinching the skin between her eyebrows. "There's an old story here too – about a friendly giant who washed up on the shores – but it's just a kid's story."

Dean repressed a groan of his own as he started to remember a similar story. "Gulliver's Travels. Oh, c'mon. I cannot be reliving that book as the friggin' giant." Dean let out a sigh. So, he was in Lilliput, an apparently-non-fictional island in a world where it was normal to be Sam-sized and freakish to be Dean. Awesome. "Well, as weird as this is, at least some things are starting to make sense."

The princess shook her head in disbelief, "Yes, I guess so. I mean it explains you," she paused, and Dean could feel a little shiver run down her body. "And it means there's a whole world of people just as big as you - wonderful news." She sighed and, to Dean's surprise, sat down on his hand in with a huff, resting her back against his still-curled fingers. "But I should be grateful that if anyone crossed through realities or whatever, it was you." She tilted her head up to meet his eyes, and Dean raised his hand a little higher so she wouldn't have to keep looking up at him like that while she sat. "Well, I gave you my name and we learned some interesting new things, so what is your name?"

"Dean," he offered. "Dean Winchester."

Dean. She surveyed the massive face in front of her, taking in his green eyes, his sprinkle of freckles, the shape of his nose. Lillian straightened. It couldn't be possible - but their accents did match. She thought back to the floppy brown haired man she met a couple hours ago – he was looking for his brother. How did he describe him? 'Green eyes, blonde hair, tall.'

"'You can't miss him' seems like it was a bit of a bloody understatement," Lillian finally said out loud in exasperation, prompting a questioning look from the huge man before her. "Do you have a brother, by any chance, named Sam?"

The hand was suddenly jerked forward, closer to Dean's face. Her heart raced and she scooted back out of instinct even though she didn't believe she was in any real danger anymore.

"Sam?!" Dean was barely able to keep his voice lowered. "You met Sam? Is he alright?!" His chest ached from feeling so useless sitting here doing nothing while he had no idea how his little brother was.

His intense green eyes bored into her as if her answer was life or death for him, and Lillian knew then– despite the impossibilities – Sam really was Dean's brother. "Yes," she answered him, standing back up and giving Dean a big, confirming smile. "Yes, he's alright. I just met him a couple hours at the hospital – he was questioning a surviving witness. There's something strange going on which is obvious now from the attack on me, and Sam was going to help me figure it all out."

Dean couldn't hide a proud smile at hearing that. Here Sammy was, washed up in a strange place, and he still went out of his way to help other people. A natural hunter. "Was he with you when they attacked? The general said they have him here." He tried not to sound too desperate with those last questions but if they didn't actually have Sam, then that changed everything.

He let out a sigh of relief when she said: "No, he wasn't with me. I left the hospital and was jumped outside far away from him. I suppose this is what I get for ditching my security guards…" Lillian leaned against his fingers in thought, and again Dean couldn't help but feel surprised by how quickly she seemed to trust him. And how lighter she was than even Sam. "He should be at my safe house by now, actually," she continued. "I wanted him to meet me there so we could talk more freely, but I suppose I'm standing him up."

Dean looked down at his chains, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He was so sick of feeling stuck, but now that he knew the possessed general was actually bluffing, nothing was holding him back. "No, you won't be standing him up for long," he promised Lillian, catching her gaze again and giving her a wink. "The only reason I've stayed put is because the soldiers said they have him captive."

Lillian straightened at that "Wait, hold on – soldiers? Soldiers, as in an army of them here, in the countryside outside the city? Oh dear…" She pushed off from the fingers she was leaning on – which was so weird but something she couldn't dwell on – and started pacing in thought. "Okay, obviously this kidnapping wasn't some little thing if there's a whole army involved," she said out loud, if only to let Dean in on what she was thinking to distract him; it was almost amusing how nervous he looked about having her pace on his hand – as if she would be so daft to go walking off the edge.

She took a deep breath, "The councilman told Sam they had a last-minute meeting to discuss the fact that because we've all been at peace for decades, our country and specifically this city would be unprotected against an attack. And then the room spontaneously combusts and they all die except one member. Shortly after, I get kidnapped and taken to a camp of soldiers who have a newly-washed-up-on-shore Giant they probably thought they could use," she shot Dean an apologetic look. "Of course, they thought wrong." Lillian stopped her pacing and turned to give him a questioning look. "So this must mean they're planning on attacking the city soon, doesn't it? Why? I mean, it doesn't make sense – all of our countries have gotten along so well, there's no reason for an incited violence. Especially on a heavily populated city of innocents."

The long years of peace was what most likely drew the demon to this place, and why it was so eager to start a bloody feud. If Lillian wanted to help, she would have to know all the supernatural details. Dean opened his mouth to share what he knew when the distant sound of an approaching armored vehicle was heard. He raised an eyebrow in thought. "I know why– but let's see how much these soldiers actually know, shall we?"