Jensen decided to return back to his trailer once their search for Dean in Jared's came up empty. Sam slumped down, sitting on the broad palm. Jensen's walk - so close to Dean's ambling stride - shook the hand enough he didn't feel stable standing.
Now what? he thought to himself. Without Dean, he was up shit's creek without a paddle. Jensen was nice enough but he couldn't be expected to watch out for Sam constantly. Sam needed his brother, as much as he hated to admit it.
They were only out in daylight for a minute. Jensen glanced around surreptitiously, curling his fingers up around Sam again for protection. Sam caught glimpses of the giants rushing around the set, keeping their heads down on task. Jensen got the usual curious glances but nothing out of the ordinary. No one freaked out about the tiny person he had cupped in his hand.
Jensen pushed open the door to his trailer. His voice rumbled overhead. Sam barely had time to register another person in the room before the fist curled around him. He gave a yelp as Jensen put his hand in his pants, sending Sam tumbling into his fingers with the quick motion.
"What... the hell!" he grumbled to himself as he tried to stand inside the tight confines. The fingers flexed around him, drawing tighter. Sam froze, hoping Jensen wasn't about to squish him. But they stopped. Just a reflex.
He realized there were voices overhead. Jensen was talking to someone. Sam frowned, his forehead creasing. That was Jensen's voice, but the usual vibrations from talking were absent.
Which meant...
"DEAN!" Sam shouted. He scrambled against the wall. His brother was so close! "Jensen, lemme outta here!" He threw a punch into the wall of fingers, hoping to get Jensen's attention. He hated being this small. "That's my brother!"
The world moved around him again as the hand rose out of the pocket. Sam righted himself once it was flat again. The fingers unfurled over his head.
Sam gave a gasp of relief when he spotted Dean leaning down over him. "Dean." His voice was full of relief, thankful he was finally near his brother. He didn't even care he was standing on a stranger's hand. It didn't matter anymore.
The happy reunion was interrupted by a spluttered gasp of "What is that?!" from the last person in the trailer. Jared almost looked like he'd swallowed his tongue. He had his phone still in position for pictures but couldn't get over the sight of the tiny Sam Winchester.
Jensen threw him a look. "It's... it's Sam."
"Sam," Jared repeated loudly, gaping at him. "Sam... my Sam? Sam Winchester?" he looked at Dean, hazel eyes finally widening with understanding. "And he's- I mean you're-" He dropped his long arms to his side, looking overwhelmed.
"One of a kind," Dean finished for him. He caught sight of his mirror image in Jensen not even a foot away, and his expression flattened somewhat. "You know what I mean."
Jared looked to Jensen again, desperate for some sort of concrete support in this insanity. He ran a hand agitatedly through his long brown hair. "T-This... holy shit!"
"Keep your voice down." Jensen hushed him. "We're lucky Clif hasn't caught onto the fact that our doppelgängers are strolling around the fucking set."
Jared nodded mutely, eyes fixating on Sam. He braced his hands on his knees, stooping down close as he could. Jensen held Sam a little closer to his stomach as an automatic safeguard, but he trusted his friend enough that he didn't sway. Jared found himself staring at what appeared to be a very tiny version of himself.
Sam lowered his hands from his ears as Jared leaned in. It was unreal. Seeing his own face staring down at him from so high above, wearing the same clothes as Sam ground into him just how out of place he and Dean were right now. Sam even more so than Dean.
He took a few steps along the plushy palm towards his doppelgänger. The immensity of everything wasn't bothering him as much anymore. Dean was nearby and Sam knew he was safe. Even with the three immense giants standing there, all their gazes trained on Sam, it wasn't so bad. Dean was Dean… and something inside told him he could trust Jensen and Jared.
"So… Jared, right?" Sam asked, remembering the name from his conversation with Jensen earlier. He jutted out a hand. "Sam Winchester."
Jared's eyes almost bugged out of his head at how forward his miniature double was. His attention was completely focused on the tiny little guy, ignoring the other two in the room. He tentatively reached forward with his hand, slowing when Sam stiffened as it neared. The comparison between Sam and his hand alone was almost too much to take in. But the little guy didn't flinch, even as Jared gently closed his index finger and thumb over the little hand.
Hand? Try half his arm… Jared thought to himself truthfully.
After lifting Sam's arm up an infinitesimal amount to simulate a handshake, Jared finally found his voice. Some of it, at least.
"H-hey," he got out. "Good to… good to meet you, Sam." He pulled away from the 'handshake,' straightening. His face fell when he realize Sam's face was too small to read from where he was standing. No way to gauge the little Winchester's reactions.
His eyes flicked from Jensen's to Dean's. "What the hell's going on?"
"The imp happened." Dean said. "The little bitch has been screwing us over and now she's brought us here. Got a real funky size kink, if you haven't noticed."
"Everything in the script... It really happened." Jensen built on, confirming with a haunted look from Dean.
"Except this," Jared mumbled. "Alright, so what do we gotta do to fix this? You guys used a sword to trap her before right?"
"Sword's no good." Jensen shook his head. "All the weapons on set are harmless. All rubber and plastic."
Dean relentlessly eyed up his little brother, the anxiety building in him until he clapped a hand on Jensen's shoulder.
"Hey, uh... tou mind?" Dean made a "gimme" motion in regards to the two and a half inch man in his possession.
"Oh, sure. Yeah." Jensen agreed easily. "I'm not one to split up the Winchesters." He chuckled weakly.
Jensen flattened out the hand under Sam's feet, allowing Dean to gingerly gather him into his own protective hands.
Sam couldn't help rolling his eyes at Dean's possessiveness. Not that he minded being close to his brother again - far from it. Jensen seemed nice enough, but he wasn't Dean. And the familiar face, so close yet so far to Dean made it all feel off.
He focused back on the problem once he was standing safely cupped in Dean's hand, held close to the massive chest behind him. "Swords aren't the only way to trap an imp," Sam reminded everyone. Their eyes turned towards him again, almost making him freeze up. Being the center of attention for not one giant but three was not for the weak of heart.
Oh, Sammy… you boys never learn.
The words fled from Sam's mouth at the thought that intruded in his mind. He knew that voice all too well.
The imp.
She flickered into view, still the same height as Sam. A sinuous forked red tail wrapped around Sam, drawing him close to her. "You brought me new playmates," she purred. "I love making new friends!"
"Fuck!" Jared screeched, jumping away. Jensen assumed a tense stance, ready to make a stand of some sort. They were both wound as tight as could be, eyes wide and unwavering upon the imp.
"Miss me?" The imp turned, grinning up at Dean.
"So much," Dean growled.
He pinched the imp by her waist in a merciless grip between his finger and thumb. He felt her ribs strain and bend easily under the pressure. The imp's icy blue eyes slid over to Sam, tightening her tail around him until it was cutting in through his plaid shirt. Sam sputtered, his air supply restricted.
Sensing a stalemate, Dean released her. The iron grip around his little brother was uncoiled, and Sam slumped in relief. Dean stared her down furiously, narrowing his angry green eyes at her. She was using Sam as a meat shield again, knowing that Dean wouldn't make a move when his little brother was at risk of becoming collateral damage.
"Fix my brother you little whore, or I'm gonna-"
"You'll what?" she sneered. "Kill me? Great job so far." She laid her cheek against Sam's neck, taking a greedy inhalation of the scent of his skin. "But who am I do deny a faithless man's prayers?"
She felt Sam twist around towards her uncomfortably, surprise in his tense Hazel eyes. "He didn't tell you? He's been prayingabout you, Sammy. Big brother's out of options. Shame no one can hear him here. He's out of soul phone range."
Dean swallowed as Sam looked up at him. It was the hardest thing in the world, to be faced by those pleading hazel eyes and coming up short of answers. The imp smiled. "Don't worry, though, Dean. I will fix your brother."
Sam held a hand against his ribs with his shaky breath. "Just like that? After all you put us through, you're gonna fix me?"
She met his hazels with a grin, but now he could see the sneer behind it. Sam's heart sank. No way is it this easy… he thought to himself. She had to be playing them again.
Her tail loosened from Sam, freeing his arms. Before he out Dean could react, she pressed against Sam with a hungry kiss. "I'll see you on the other side," she whispered to him before she let go.
She pushed off Dean's palm, wings outstretched for flight. Sam had to catch his balance when Dean lunged for the imp, long fingers grazing a wing.
Everything around Sam lit up in a blinding white glare. He saw Jensen standing defensively with his arms up, Jared at a distance gripping the couch, Dean diving for the imp. Then all he saw was white.
The last thing he heard before the world vanished was an angrily predictable "Sonovabitch!"