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A/N: This lil story was brought on by a fiction challenge with a picture being the prompt. Here's the link . . The site has fun pictures and challenges with those POP figurines of Dean, Sam and Cas. This time Sam and Cas were looking at Dean, who was standing in those needle beds. And when I saw it all I could think was of the Star Wars scene of Han being frozen in carbonate.

The rest is history. Enjoy :)

Solo Winchester

It's tight quarters. The machines clink and groan in the background. Cool air hisses and steam swells in a dirty white cloud. The smoldering heat beads precipitation against tanned freckled skin. Fingers curl into fists as wrists test the restraining cuffs once more.

On a platform above them, minions with black eyes wisp in and out, punching buttons and making sure every single calculation is correct. A man dressed in a heavy black garb stands with pure authority over the his three prisoners. He's not the King for nothing.

Below, the restrained man tilts his head towards the tiny open window up by the ceiling. He hears his Baby honk a lone cry of 'I love you'.

"I know," he whispers back as two black eyed demons come up from behind and wrangle him to a hole where he'll be frozen and encased into carbonate for all his enemies to behold.

The tallest of the prisoners, struggles against his bonds. His long brown hair shakes like a mane. Tilting his head back, a mighty roar fills the abandoned warehouse. To a stranger's ear it sounds garbled. But to a trained ear, one who has known this giant for years, can hear "DEAN!" in the anguish and helpless of the situation. The man surges forward, flinging one black-eyed being to the metal wall. Demons leap down fighting and dodging, trying to restrain the Sasquatch from tearing the demons that are pushing his brother to the chamber.

But Dean knows how his brother thinks, breaks himself free and rushes up to Sam. "Sam! Sam!" He waits till he has those big doe eyes staring down at him. Mustering his strength and pushing back fear, he speaks with a stern voice, "You gotta be strong for me okay. You gotta let me do this. I need you to take care of my baby outside, okay. She can't be douched up while I'm gone or go to rust in some stranger's junkyard. You got that?"

Sam nods solemnly, fighting back tears as his huge paws inch to pull his brother into one more massive Wookie hug. Yet the demons has a good hold on him and he can't break free. Dean flashes his famous Solo grin, easing the tension just an inch. "Also, someone's gotta make sure Wings over there doesn't accidentally end up being some translator or bikini clad slave to a worm like Jabba the Hut."

The image does its job as a snicker quietly falls from Sam's mouth. Dean nods letting a loose laugh fill the air. All the while he flashes 'watch him for me' look at the last occupant in their small group. The trench-coat clad angel nods fighting back emotions in his blue eyes. Instead, he glances back up at their captor, whose evilness shines behind his smug smirk.

Being lead back to the hole, Dean steps onto the platform. He bounces lightly on his feet and offers a strained smile as he eyes Sam and Cas. "See ya on the other side."

Then he's lowered down into the chamber and in flash of steam and blast of coldness it's done. Sam roars out again in loss. Cas merely swallows before glancing back up when he hears a sharp cackling.

With a smile that could rival Emperor Palpatine and his voice more raspy than Darth Vader, Crowley's eyes are wild with victory as he watches the gray statue of Dean Winchester being raised out of the chamber. "Finally, he's mine! Time to bring our boy downstairs and party."

Sam gasps in shock and Cas finds his mouth voicing out, "Don't worry. They've only frozen him into carbonate. Mostly likely he's survived the process and can be melted back with no issue….assuming of course…"

Sam roars out once more and Cas watches as the carbonate slab of Dean Winchester is dangled up on the wall like a statue decoration.

"Cas?"

He blinks tilting his head, hearing the soft voice of Sam echoing around him.

"Earth to Cas?"

Cas shakes his head and he's back in reality. He and Sam are standing before a gray needle tablet that they had found on their weird travels here in this strange universe where things were huge and he feels like a small miniature figurine.

Dean, in his old gung-ho fashion, decided to just on a whim jump behind the screen into the needles. Thinking it was cool to see if he could try a pose, Dean's voice is muffled through the needles. "Do I look cool?"

"You look like Han Solo." Cas deadpans.

Dean yells back, "What?" as Sam face drops in surprise before a warm smile brightens his face. "Still hard to believe you can get pop culture references nowadays."

"Hm. The only good thing to have come from Metatron."

"What? Guys I can't hear you? How does this look?" Dean tries to shift but nothing moves and he remains stuck in his position. "Crap…"

"This situation makes you Chewie, Sam."

"Like hell I'm Chewie, I'm Luke Skywalker."

"No. In Empire Strikes back you are clearly Chewie. You are both tall and have long hair."

Sam face tightens, then he stalks over to Cas, ignoring Dean's grunts as he tries to shuffle back out. "If I'm Chewie, then you're C-3P0."

Cas frowns, "I am not a robot."

Sam pivots and starts to walk towards the edge of the table. Cas huffs, "Where are you going?"

"To watch Star Wars," yells Sam, "And pop some popcorn….if I can find it…"

Cas shuffles on his feet, but then as Sam hops down to the stool the youngest winchester shouts out, "Come on Golden Rod."

Eyes narrowing, Cas hurries after Sam, "Says the walking carpet."

Meanwhile, as the two make their way down to the floor, Dean sighs heavily, exhausted and still stuck in the bed of dull needles. "Guys, a lil help here."

Silence.

"Guys?"

Still nothing.

"GUYS!"