It wasn't long before dinner was ready. Sam found a plastic plate and tried his best to cut the food to fit his brother's size. Dean wasn't concerned about the fact that the food his brother gave him was half his diminished size. They ate in the kitchen. Dean sat on his plate, picking at the meal. His heart (nor his stomach) wasn't really in it, because he knew what was coming. Sam finished up, watching his brother make a sculpture in the cooked potato with the pink fish. He couldn't tell what it was, but even from his vantage point (also he knew his brother) that it was not rated pg.
"Ready for dessert?" He asked. Dean looked up and grinned from ear to ear.
"I was born for this moment Sammy." Sam gently scooped his eager brother into his palm and brought him to his ear. Dean quickly climbed on. Sam made sure he was stable before moving to the fridge.
"I wasn't sure which one you wanted." He admitted opening the door and sticking his head in to show his brother the options. He heard a faint, shuddering breath coming from his brother. He wasn't sure if it was because of the pie or the cold. It could have been both.
"Apple. I want the apple." The determined little voice told him.
"Apple it is." Sam agreed and grabbed both the apple and the chocolate pie containers.
"Two?" Dean questioned.
"You're not the only one who wants dessert." Sam replied he could feel his brother bouncing with excitement. He preheated the oven and got a baking pan for the pie.
"Pretty sure you want it warm." He said as he took it out of the container and on the cookie sheet. A little pie filling wiped off on his hand and he gave it a tentative lick.
"Not bad!" he said, bringing his hand back to his mouth to lick off the sticky cinnamon-scented filling.
"You so better wash that hand before you even think of handling me." Dean stated darkly.
Pulling a page from his brother's book, Sam replied with a snarky comeback.
"Ooh Dean, you get me all tingly when you talk like that." There was a confused pause before the miniature hunter replied.
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" the younger Winchester snorted and popped the pan into the oven. He washed his hands and brought his chocolate pie to the table.
"You're not heating yours up?" Sam shrugged, but the body language was lost on the older Winchester.
"It's chocolate mousse. It's supposed to be cold." He took a bite and nodded. It was thick but creamy. For a moment he wondered of all chocolate tasted this good to women. It would explain a lot.
"We should get pie more often." He commented, moving a spoonful of mousse in the air, testing its stability.
"That's what I've been telling you our entire lives!" sighed an exasperated dean. After another few moments of silence Dean tentatively asked a question.
"Do y'think, I could have a taste of yours?" Sam turned his head to see his brother's face, only remembering when he didn't see his brother that he was shrunk.
"I don't see why not. It's not like you can scarf down half of my dessert." Dean had done that before many times in the past. Taking a mouthful and claiming it was just a nibble. Sam brought his palm up to his ear and tilted his head. The small hunter slithered of his brother's ear on to his palm. Sam moved his hand to the table. The little man practically vaulted off his hand. Only to pause in front of the behemoth delicacy before him. Sam was surprised to say the least. He was expecting Dean to stick an arm into the thick mousse. The younger hunter leaned forward.
"Something wrong?" he saw Dean looking at his hands and arms.
"This is my only set of clothes. How can we clean them if I get them dirty with pie?"
Dean had a point. They were far too small for the washing machine. And if they were washed in the sink they might get lost or go down the drain!
"So take them off." Sam suggested. Dean looked up at his brother like he was crazy.
"Look, keep your underwear on, and ditch everything else. You can get clean after and wash your underwear." Dean thought about if for a few moments. It sounded like a good idea. And washing up did sound nice. Climbing mount Sasquatch worked up a stinky sweat. He didn't try to think of how he's wash up. Probably in a cup or something. He pulled off his clothes and deposited his shirts, (only two) pants, his watch (went into his pocket) socks and boots on to his brother's waiting fingers, where they were placed a few feet away on the table for safekeeping. Sam turned back to the pie to see Dean licking chocolate off of his hands. Sam could almost see the minute points of the anti-possession tattoo on his older brother's chest. He left the table to check on the pie in the oven, which had warmed up nicely. Using a spatula he transferred it to a plate and brought it to the table.
"Leave me alone with mine. Here's yours." He said, scooping Dean up with three fingers and moving him to the other plate. Dean glared at his brother for the unannounced trip but that didn't last long as the warm apple and cinnamon-ey scent hit his nose. When his feet hit the plate he crouched slightly. Instead of going straight at it he slowly walked around it. Marveling at the monolith apple dessert.
"Would you like me to leave you two alone?" Sam joked. Dean waved his arm behind himself by way of telling off, but he surprised Sam when Dean walked straight into the pie. He saw the small head moving around.
He turned his attention to his own plate. Not wanting to lose his appetite. It wasn't until a few minutes later when the chocolate mousse was nothing more than a chocolate smear on the plate that Sam looked back at the apple pie. He frowned, not seeing the miniature hunter.
"Dean?" he questioned, gently pulling the plate to him and looking it over. Turning it around he grinned as Dean was making pie-angels in the filling that had oozed on to the plate. Dean gave him a sleepy smile.
"You done?" he asked. Dean nodded heavily and pulled himself from the sticky filling. The nearest piece of apple had quite a chunk missing. He could see an indentation in the nearby crust too.
"You're covered in pie!" Sam exclaimed quietly.
"I know. Isn't it awesome?" Dean relied, wobbling a bit. Still drunk off joy and apple filling. Sam sighed and left the table. Dean watched as his brother grabbed one of the deep round coffee mugs and turned the sink on hot for a moment, grabbing a few things and filling the mug with water and bringing it back to.
"Is this good?" Sam asked, offering his hand. Dean climbed on slowly. His limbs and stomach heavy. He slipped a little because of the pie goo on his feet, but a tilt of Sam's hand fixed that. Slowly, Sam brought him to the mug and held his hand over the water. Letting Dean check the temperature. It was perfect. Almost hot tub hot. He easily slid off Sam's hand into the warm embrace of the water. Giving Sam a mini-heart attack for a moment until he surfaced. The hunter floated belly-up in the water, letting pie filling dissolve in the deliciously hot water and fall off. An odd scratching sound as Sam scraping off some soap from a bar with his nail and sprinkling the water with it. Dean swam to the nearest edge, hooked his arm over it and washed off the glorious pie. He asked for more soap for his underwear and Sam complied. Dean thought it was a little weird that he was taking a bath in a coffee mug, but waved it off. Sam was doing something on his phone, glancing his way every other minute.
Dean took his underwear off underwater. (only dunking his head twice) and used a sliver of soap to wash the small garment. He squeezed it out and tried to lay it on the edge of the mug, but it slipped off and fell on the table with a small plop.
A few minutes more and Dean was done. Only… he was naked. And he couldn't get out of the mug by himself. It's one thing to be held by your brother when you are shrunk, it's another thing entirely to be both tiny AND naked. He held on to the rim of the mug with both hands. The cup curved slightly and he rested his feet on the slippery ceramic. He was tired despite the nap from earlier.
He would have to come out one way or another.
"Uh, Sam?" Dean called out. His younger brother looked up.
"You done?" Dean nodded. Sam picked up his hand and then dropped it, realizing that Dean, was in fact, naked.
"Come on Sam. Just pick me up." Dean wheedled. He was more than ready to get out of the mug, not caring anymore. Sam blinked twice and moved the (clean) dish towel he brought with him from the counter over to the cup. Dean eyed the (massive) towel. The jump from the mug to the towel was about a three story building. Dean wasn't going to risk his neck for that. Dean looked up at his baby brother who was waiting for him to say something.
"Come on dude. Please?" he asked. Surprised at himself for saying that. It was the please that cinched it. Sam scooped his fingers into the water, under his tiny brother. He spread his fingers slightly to let the water fall off his fingers and into the cup. Moving his hand, Dean quickly slid on to the towel, where the little hunter dove in between the folded layers of the maroon hand towel. Sam could see movement under the top layer. Dean popped his head out.
"I don't think I've ever had a towel this big, but I don't think I can ever go back to the old way of drying myself off." He disappeared again into the towel. Sam picked up Dean's little clothes, rubbing the pants between his fingers. They felt soft. As he pinched the boots between his pointer and thumb, one of the socks fell out of the boots, and try as he might, Sam could not pick up that tiny scrap of cotton. He tried using his nail to scape it up but all that did was get it stuck, and an attempt to dig it out only pushed it in further. Either he needed a toothpick or dean was gonna have to get it out. He picked up the rest of the tiny clothing and moved it to the edge of his fingers.
"clothes." He announced. A small arm reached out of the towel and grabbed them from the bigger hand, retreating back under.
A few minutes later Dean crawls out on to the table, looking ready to sleep for a year. He flexes with a large yawn. Sam double-takes when he sees his brother's feet. Dean's only wearing one sock. He looks adorable! Dean shrugged.
"I think I lost a sock in the towel. Shake it out." Sam shakes his head instead. Bringing his finger to his brother.
"it got stuck." The finger was extended pad-up, Dean could easily see where his sock went. His eyes went up to his brother's face for a moment to confirm what he wanted him to do. With a small shrug, Dean extended his own small hand under his brother's fingernail and extracted the sock.
"eeeeww." He said holding it away from himself.
"This needs to get washed."
"How?" Sam asked. Dean shrugs again.
"The same way I did my underwear. Lift me up to the cup." Sam extends the rest of his fingers and Dean steps on, sitting down quickly and pulling his other sock off. Sam holds his brother by the edge of the cooling mug. Dean steps to the edge of his brother's enormous palm, rolls up his sleeves and dunks the socks into the soapy water, scrubbing them as best as he can with a tiny piece of soap. It wasn't cleaning well. The small hunter frowned, looking down. Sam could see when inspiration hit.
"gimme your other pointer, Sammy." A confused and amused Sam extends his left pointer to his brother. Dean deposits the socks down on them.
"now rub 'em with your thumb." Sam does as his brother says, barely feeling the tiny socks between his fingers.
Dean has him stop, dunks the socks in the water and has him rub again. The tiny hunter declares them clean and points down to the table. Sam lowers his hand and watches as his big-little brother picks up his underwear from where it fell.
Dean lays his wet items on the towel to dry. Sam knew his brother and could tell that he was covering a yawn. Dean swayed a little on his feet, his back to his small-bigger brother.
"Tired?" Sam asked, making Dean jump. He saw Dean place a hand over his heart after turning around.
"Dude, you ok?" Sam asked, worried. Dean waved and nodded a yeah.
"Zoned out for a bit. Forgot this happened." He said gesturing to himself and his much-bigger brother.
"Are you tired?" Sam tried again. Dean didn't even try to cover the yawn this time.
"I'm beat. Could sleep for a few years." It made Sam happy to hear that. Over the past few years, the most sleep Dean would get was if he was knocked out-cold. Otherwise it was four or five hours a night. A little more with the help of alcohol. But since they came to the bunker, he developed a regular sleeping pattern. Sleeping up to nine hours at a time!
That was almost unheard of even when they were kids! Dean made his way to the waiting palm. Sam brought the hand to his chest as he stood up. Dean sat down, his back against the base of Sam's fingers. Sam was a little confused at how easily Dean took to being carried around. For the most part he didn't mind Sam picking him up or hanging over his ear.
Sam wondered if that was an effect of the spell, or just his brother too stubborn to admit to being scared.
Of course Dean was scared. He was less than two inches tall! And everything keeps reminding him that he was tiny, weak, and defenseless. But, when Sam was holding him, he felt safe. So very safe. It helped that Sam was also warm. There was a chill in the air and Dean was cold most of the time. He wished his jacket had shrunken with him. He moved around on the hand, digging himself deeper between the warm skin of Sam's palm and fingers. The hallways were a blurry landscape as Sam walked them to the bedroom area. He could see doors, plaques, and paintings on the wall, but they were hard to make out. It was off-putting. He shifted again as Sam turned, not into Dean's room, but into his own!
"Hey!" Dean yelled up at Sam's chin. Sam looked down at his brother. Dean resisted the urge to yell. Sam's face was the size a blimp ready to crash into the ground. Ginormous.
"I'm sleeping in my bed!" he yelled up. Sam's chuckles shook him from his hand-perch.
"What's so funny?" he demanded, a little upset at the laughter.
"First off, you think I'm going to let you sleep in a separate room from me, second you think you can sleep on a regular bed!" at this Dean crosses his arms.
"I can!" he declares.
"Sure." Sam says, depositing Dean on a pillow on his bed.
"Gonna sleep there?" Dean is so light on the fluffy pillow, but still has some mass so he sinks a little and slips on the pillowcase as he tries to walk. He falls on his back and can't get up, slipping twice on the ancient pillowcase. It bellows up around him, almost swallowing him, and his attempts to get up only make him sink deeper and he can't get a decent grip on it before his fingers slide off.
Sam looms over him.
"Had enough?" Dean scowls at him, but lifts an arm up in a plea to be taken off. Sam complies, scooping up his sullen brother and depositing him on the night stand.
"Be back in a minute." Sam promises, exiting the room before Dean could say a word. With a frown, he sits down on the hard wood table. It was humiliating, struggling with a pillow. He looks around the vast landscape and hugs his knees to his chest feeling cold and defenseless. These were things he did not enjoy. He thought of what would happen if the roles were reversed. If Sam was the one that shrunk. There would be more teasing on Dean's part. But Dean would still do everything he could to make Sam comfortable and safe, just like what Sam was doing now to him.
But Dean was cold and tired, and more than a little grumpy from the pillow. He's contemplating moving around to get blood flowing when Sam walks back in the room holding…one of Dean's shirts? Dean moves aside as Sam bends down and gently places the grey, folded shirt on the night stand.
"It's soft enough for a mattress." He explained. And suddenly Dean's world goes white as something is dropped on him. He blinks for a moment, wondering where the parachute came from when Sam pulls it off of him, making sure he was okay.
"Sorry, it was supposed to fall on the shirt." He pinches it between two fingers and drags it to dean, who takes an armful of it with a blank look.
"It's a handkerchief! a clean one, for a blanket." Sam explained. Oh. Well, it was soft and warm.
With a little effort, he drapes what he can of it over his shoulders like a cape and smiles up at Sam.
"Thanks Sammy." He says and tries to drag the hankie over to his *bed*. But unfortunately its too much material for him to drag. Sam sees this and helps him carry it. Neither say a word about it. Sam stands up and Dean tries not to think about how his brother looks like a skyscraper.
"I'm going to the bathroom, do you gotta go?" Dean opened his mouth to decline the offer before realizing that he couldn't get there by himself. He nods and steps on the offered hand.
"Man." He thinks on the way to the bathroom. "This shrinking thing sucks. Can't do anything by myself." Thank goodness Sam was over-courteous about his needs. He looked up at his baby brother, thankful for how gentle he was.
After the bathroom, Sam once again deposited Dean on the night stand. He picked up a nearby water bottle and filled up the cap with water, placing it not far from the makeshift bed.
"thanks." Said Dean, getting comfy. He shifts the hankie around himself so that it's also a pillow. Meanwhile Sam is changing into pajamas. Dean checks his watch. Its still early, by any adult's standards.
Sam opens a drawer in the night stand and pulls out a thick paperback.
"I'm gonna read for a bit. Mind if I keep the light on?"
"Nah." Dean yells at mount Sasquatch. "g'night!" he yells again rolling over. Sam was right, his shirt WAS soft. Sam sat on his bed, propping a pillow between his back and the wall.
"Night Dean." Sam replies softly as he watches the shrunken hunter roll over and get comfortable. He turned to his book. He's been meaning to get to A Game Of Thrones since they watched the first season. He rooted for Danerys.