Castiel brushed hismelf off as he stood.
"Gabriel's spell.. I must have-" he stopped short, stoic features looking between Dean and Sam with deep concern. He looked confused trying to surmise on his own what had happened.

"Sam... Your head-"
"Cas, turn around." Dean interjected. Castiel immediately looked over his shoulder. Like a dog chasing his tail, he spun around in an attempt to see the bright, plastic blue angel wings protruding from his back.

Even Sam couldnt help but snicker at the sight, despite his own misfortune. Cas gave up trying to chase the wings and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was an angel of the lord, not an object of ridicule.

"Well," said Sam, dipping his head side to side, testing the weight of the antlers, "I guess it could be worse..." Castiel shot him a glare. With mild hesitance, the trio pushed onwards down the candy laden path.

One thing Sam had been right about was how everything was amplified, magnified to extreme sights, sounds, and smells at this height. Dean was practically drooling from all the strange and wonderful smells. The antlers shaded him, and almost disturbed him more than the size thing. Dean tried to sneak a picture of it for blackmail purposes, but it didn't come out well; the tiny aperture on his phone camera couldn't capture the whole picture. He snapped it shut and leaned into Sam's neck.

"Huh. We got three bars here." Dean said as he stuffed the cell back into his jeans.

"And who would we call?" laughs Sam, "Uh, hey Bobby, we're stuck in candy land." Rolling his eyes, Sam tries to mask how uncomfortable he his with his brother on his shoulder. He thought he would have gotten over it by now, but the constant shifting weight was almost mildly irritating. When Dean leaned against him, he had to fight to repress a shiver.

The further they ventured, the stranger the surroundings became. Hills of icecream, with trees made of massive sticks of chocolate, and leaves of taffy, by rivers of chocolate milk.

"This place is like a heart attack and a half," notes Sam.

Dean snorted in agreement.
"It's making me hungry for real food." He put a hand over his mostly empty stomach to comfort himself. "What I would give for a Philly cheesesteak .."

Sam's breathing became heavier, super loud now that he started to think about it. And his heartrate was picking up in his neck. Dean could feel every swallow of saliva, breath and sigh. Needless to say it was freaky as hell, but when taken into consideration, he realized Sam had been walking now for over an hour without complaint.

"Sam. Slow down, your pulse is gonna hammer a hole in my back." He progressed on a more serious note, looking up towards the far off gaze of his younger brother's profile with as much authority as he could muster. "Don't push yourself so hard, man."

Sam rolled his eyes, and reached back to pluck Dean from his perch. A short, deep shout of surprise escaped the tiny hunter as he was jerked up in the air by a positively massive hand. Dean had been a little too used to Sam's considerate movements that this quick movement left him short of breath. It didn't help that there were no familiar shapes in the passing blur; everything was enormous and distorted. Finally, he was staring back at his own reflection in Sam's enormous hazel eyes. He looked even more pathetic than he felt, pinched between a finger and thumb. This is so WRONG...

"Dean, I'm walking. I think I can handle walking for a bit." He paused to bring Dean to eye level. "Besides, the quicker we get through this, the quicker we can get back to normal."

Even as he said this, Sam had still slowed to a stop. His legs were tired, and his feet were numb. In a sense, he was envious that Dean didn't have to walk, though he much preferred moose antlers and candy land, to being 6 inches tall.

His stomach growled. A sound that he hoped Dean would overlook. Not simply because it was embarrassing, but also because he remembered what a disturbing sound it was when he was in Dean's position. Though, Cas' staring had shifted from Dean to Sam, making the noise all the more obvious, and Cas' silent presence became all the more unnerving.

Dean quirked an eyebrow, recovering from the closeness to the loud noise. He turned a full-forced glare on his younger brother.

"Sam I don't care how hungry you are. You put me down or I'm gonna knock your teeth out."

The initial reaction to Dean's threat came in a muffled laugh. The notion of a miniature Dean taking on, well, a giant, was more than funny to imagine. Though, almost immediately, an enormous guilt fired up inside of him, making his insides boil. He knew that anger that reflected in Dean's tiny eyes… The feeling of patheticness that seemed to engulf him. The feelings were all too familiar as he had faced them earlier that day. Sam swallowed dryly and adjusted his hand so Dean was sitting in his palm.

Sam's expression softened, and while he searched for something comforting to say, he found nothing. Instead, it was Castiel who spoke up in place,
"I'm not sure you'd be able to do that, given your size."

Sam cringed at the angel's naïve logic.

"Yeah no shit, Sherlock!" Dean whirled on him, getting red in the face and at the tips of his little ears. Castiel looked about as taken aback by the hostility as he was about being deliberately called by the wrong name. Dean's scowl relented somewhat under the piercing blue-eyed scrutiny. He meant well. But it didn't make this any easier for him.

"Sam... Put me on the ground." He saw the hesitance in Sam's face and wondered if he might refuse him. "I'm short, not handicapped. Let me stretch my legs a bit while you find something to eat." In a final gesture to win him over, he jabbed a finger towards Castiel. "Cas'll keep an eye on me,"

Sam pursed his lips, but complied with his brother. He felt so hypocritical now that they had switched positions. With Cas watching over Dean, he felt more comfortable, but he'd rather be the one doing it himself. After Dean slid off his hand, Sam hustled away, having seen some candy apples a while back… the healthy alternative in a world of sickening sweetness.

Once alone, Cas loomed over Dean awkwardly. It was as if he didn't quite understand comforting gestures.

"Dean," started the angel.

"Yeah?" Dean called over his shoulder.

One look ventured way up at the colossal version of Castiel staring down at him, and Dean had turned heel and started strutting towards a little gurgling spring. He was pretty sure it was soda, judging by the fizzing bubbles, but he was thirsty.

"I don't see how anger betters the situation." The seriousness of the angel's tone contrasted with the odd flapping of the plastic wings with a subtle breeze. A careful distance behind Dean, Castiel took a step, following the tiny hunter.

"Last time I checked, there wasn't an upside to this situation, anyway." Dean shouted back, raising his voice to be heard. He got to the edge of the spring and turned around. "Sit down or something. I don't need you squishing me with your nerdy loafers."

He didn't have to look up to know that Castiel was giving him that soul-piercing look. There was a loud rustling of fabric and plastic as he took a seat cross legged in front of the tiny hunter. Still weird, but at least his face was closer.

"You're afraid." Castiel surmised. Dean bristled.

"I'm not afraid." he balked at the idea. "I'm.. Pissed."

Cas's face seemed to gravitate towards Dean, inching closer as the angel slowly withdrew the distance between himself and the dwarfed Dean.
"I'm not a fool Dean." speaks Castiel, his blue eyes unwavering. "I'm thousands upon thousands of years old... I know fear when I see it."

The angel's head tilts, as if he's unsure of how to continue.
"So what is it you're afraid of?"

Dean backed away a couple steps out of pure instinct, but refused to back down further. Castiel was not a threat, he reminded himself. He was an ally. A friend... No matter how friggin gigantic he was. It was just so weird to see something be so familiar and yet... Not. It crossed his mind that Cas had mentioned his true size was near the size of the Chrysler building. Maybe this was what that looked like.

"I'm not good enough, okay? I work my ass off, but it's not enough. Never is." Dean huffed. He turned his back on the giant angel and knelt at the spring bank, dipping his hands into the liquid and brings the bubbling soda to his lips.

Cas stared at the hunter's back. His blue eyes seemed to drill at it with such intensity that Dean could feel their presence. It was then that Castiel did something so unlike himself, so foreign... so... human. He reached out, his hand steady, and draped it over Dean, his thumb resting on one should, while his fingers fell over the other, in what little comforting gesture he could offer.

"You give, Dean." Mumbled the angel, "You try. That in itself is enough."

The little shoulders stiffened under his touch, then slumped. Dean turned his head to look at the thumb resting on his shoulder. It didn't help him with the whole feeling tiny thing, but it was a comfort to know Cas still had his back.

Dean said nothing.

With awkward motions, Castiel rubbed his thumb up and down Dean's side. The stress wafted from Dean, almost as if he was submerged in it. The angel wished he could free Dean from it, but it was so deeply rooted in him that it would take much more than a few words and a kind gesture. Cas continued the motion, unsure of when he should stop, or remove his hand. It was only when he heard the thudding footfalls of Sam's approach that he removed his hand.

Unknowingly interrupting a chick flick moment, Sam plopped himself beside the angel wearing a wide smile and raised eyebrows. His hands figited behind his back as he shifted his weight. Though despite his strange anxiousness, Sam remained quiet as if waiting to be addressed.

Dean felt the tremors, too. He turned around as the hand lifted, and Sam's huge form crashed down next to Cas. He wiped his mouth, rubbing a hand of his chin absently as he watched the mile long legs stretch out like denim-clad bridge supports.

"Didja taste the rainbow?" Dean called over, arms crossed over his chest.

Sam rolled his eyes, and moved his hands from behind his back while he sounded out Dean's favorite words: "I found pie."

Any hesitance he had towards his younger brother evaporated. In mere seconds, Dean was scaling Sam's calf, pulling himself up to his knee and making a gimme motion. "Hand it over, come on. If anyone deserves pie here, it's me."

Sam shivered at the feeling of his brother pawing up his leg, though he was happy that his brother seemed more... normal in the presence of pie.

"Dude chill," laughed Sam, lifting the pie outta reach, "Do I even get a thank you?"

The beautiful slice of pie soared out of reach so easily... It was driving him crazy, how little he could do on his own.
"Pie first." Dean gave him a flat look.

Rolling his eyes, Sam complied. To some small extent, it annoyed him how he was still obedient to his brother despite his size. He shook his head, trying to escape the thought. Dean was still the same Dean. Size shouldnt be an issue.

Once Sam held it close enough, Dean dug in with fistfuls of pie filling. The savory taste of apples and sugary pecans filled his senses to the max. He practically melted. It was SO good. He could feel both Castiel and Sam watching him incessantly, but right now he didn't have it in him to tell them off. Maybe it was the pie talking, but somehow he knew that it was okay. Everything was okay...

"You should try some of this." He stifled a burp into his jacket sleeve after wiping his mouth. It probably looked like he had barely made a dent in the slice, though he had eaten plenty, comparatively. Dean's eyes got droopy, and looking up at Sam, the colors seemed to all blur together, like the line work was fuzzy. He flopped back on Sam's knee, and ended up sliding down to his lap. Dean didn't even care. The sky was pink and blue. So funny.

While Dean practically attacked the pie, Sam stared down at his brother, barely aware of the smile that crept up his face. Something about A miniature Dean preying on a comparatively gigantic pie was... oddly cute. The added fact that the whipped cream had made its home on Deans face, even after wiping was not helping. After his brother leaned back satisfied, Sam shot a sicken glance at the dent Dean had made in the pie. While to him, it was barely anything, but size wise Dean had devoured a ridiculous amount.

An inkling of concern washed over him as Dean slumped backwards onto his knee. He remembered the itis had hit him hard at Dean's size, but the fact that it could have just as easily been the work of a certain meddling angel gave him a bad feeling in his gut. As gently as possible, he poked a finger at Dean's stomach, attempting to annoy him away from slumber.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

The miniature hunter cringed inward a bit late to protect his stomach.

Dean chuckled darkly, gaze lolling over towards where the flannel wall of Sam's shirt ended. "Oh, I'm awesome. An action figure lost in candy land. Living the dream here." His sarcasm was still intact, despite his daze.

Sam sighed, and used his pinky to wipe the remaining pie from Dean's face.

"This'll be over soon enough," whispered Sam, his voice steady, despite being soft. Sam slid his hand behind Dean's back.

"Is the pocket okay?" asked Sam, as his brother was clearly not awake enough tostay safely on the shoulder.

Dean felt sick to his stomach with regret. He recognized the effects of a narcotic pumping strong through his bloodstream. He recalled all too clearly how eagerly he had dug into the pie. How could he have been so stupid?

Everything was going way too fast.. Way too fast...

A wall of fingers was suddenly closing around him. He defensively posed himself with arms outstretched to stop the fingers from closing all the way.
He looked upward with frantic eyes, but he couldn't manage more than a sleepy grunt of disapproval.

Sam stared down at his brother with confusion,
"Dude, its fine, you've been awake for over 24 hours. You can take a nap. 'Sides my pockets don't smell half as bad as yours..."

Sam's voice trailed off. Dean looked pale. Dean looked scared.

Sam forced Dean to sit up, and brought him to his face,

"Dean?"

Tiny green eyes blinked rapidly as air hurried past. He squirmed in Sam's grip, looking for freedom but finding his efforts pathetic in comparison. And why was he looking at him like that anyway?
Probably because he finally sees how useless you really are, champ. You couldn't stop him before, couldn't save him now...

"Dean? Dean?!" Sam felt useless. Pathetic. Here he was, able to hold his brother in his hands, yet completely unable to do anything to help him. Something was wrong. It had to have been the pie. How could he have been so stupid? Why hadnt he tested it first?!

Castiel's head shot up.
"Give him to me," he said.

With no other options, Sam complied. In a fluid motion Castiel pressed two fingers to Dean's head. Dean instantly fell limp in the angel's hands. Castiel shifted his grip considerately, cradling the tiny hunter with an air of reverence.

"He will be unconscious for the next two hours, approximately. Gabriel must have embedded some sort of hallucinagen into that pie." He frowned at Sam, managing to look past the antlers and be very serious indeed. He stood up and urged Sam to do the same. "We should continue. I don't know if the effects will wear off with sleep."

Sam felt on edge without his brother in his hands. The fact that his brother was unconscious made it even worse. He tried to swallow the possessiveness down, but it was a difficult battle. Stretching his legs, Sam started down the path once more. He didn't speak, neither did the angel who still cradled Dean, staring at his body as if his will power alone could reverse the effects. Though Sam was sure that that might be entirely possible.. It still did nothing to ease the harsh edge that creeped through his thoughts. He wanted to be the one helping Dean. Sam was deep in his thoughts, wondering what Gabriel had in store for his brother.