When the dust settled, everything appeared relatively normal. A few pictures had fallen off the walls, but no real catastrophic damage was evident within Jensen's trailer. Jared raised his head, bracing his feet on the floor as he watched an identical version of himself do the same about a yard away.
"Sam! You- you're fixed," Jared exclaimed in disbelief. That was putting it lightly. Sam had grown from two and half inches to six and a half feet in the blink of an eye. Jared looked around the rest of the trailer. By all appearances, they were alone. Dean and Jensen were nowhere to be found.
"Did she take them?" He looked up at Sam, already knowing the hunter knew about as much as he did right now about what was to come.
Both men went still as a rustling sound came from the floor. Tense, they braced themselves for a new round of the imp's magic. On the floor, one of the fallen set photos rocked back and forth. At last, a tiny arm shot out from underneath it, even tinier fingers pinching the glossy paper to heave the huge paper off.
Jensen shielded his eyes from the immense fluorescent bar bulbs hanging in the cathedral height room. He looked all around the foreign landscape, green eyes just about ready to pop from his head as he made sense of the two huge beings as his long-time friend... and one that was undoubtedly Sam Winchester himself. He braced himself, pale as a sheet as the giants leaned over him.
"Oh fuck me..." Jensen groaned.
Sam made his way over to the movement on the floor, praying it was Dean down there. And yet he hoped his brother had escaped this awful fate. He knelt down, dropping a hand on either side of the shrunken actor as he squinted down, trying to make out any discerning features. "Dean?"
No recognition came back to him. Sam's heart sunk as he spotted a coffee stain on the itty bitty jeans. "Jensen," he said, getting a confirming look from him.
Jared started to make his way over to Sam, only to be frozen by a glare from the hunter. "Watch your step! Dean could be anywhere around here... fuck." Sam glanced around the floor, hoping he hadn't smooshed his brother already. He examined the bottom of his boots but found nothing.
His heart thudded uneasily in his chest, remembering his first experiences at that size. He'd almost been crushed under his brother's boots, but at least he had the Impala for backup... there was no way he could have outrun Dean or gotten his brother's attention without the car.
Jared was still frozen in place, hazel eyes scanning the floor. He couldn't spot the tiny hunter anywhere. Papers were scattered all over the place, and Dean could be under any of them. Keeping his feet motionless, he started to gather up the papers, keeping a sharp eye out for Dean.
Sam pinched the picture still partly covering the tiny man on the floor, wanting to help the little guy. It was to heavy for him to get off without help. "Holy shit... I was this small?" He lifted the picture off Jensen, freeing him to stand on the floor. "You alright? She didn't hurt you, did she?"
Jensen took a few steps away from the huge photo. He shook off the constricting feeling of being trapped and surveyed his surroundings.
"No, everything's accounted for, aside from losing six fuckin' feet," he muttered.
Sam stooped down closer, unable to hear him. Jensen threw his arms up and shot the giant Winchester a defensive glare. Sam slowed immediately, but that didn't stop the teeny heart from throbbing defensively. Jensen shot him a tense thumbs up instead of trying to shout. Sam nodded, backing off a bit.
Jensen's light eyebrows knit together, unable to stop his heart hammering in his chest. The adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream was uncanny. Of course, it was understandable considering he was corralled in by a giant hand on either side. It was unreal. He could even see the the ridges on Sam's fingernail. The first joint of his finger alone was obviously longer than his entire calf. And whenever Sam raised his head, Jensen had a clear view right up his nose. He frowned, realizing that Sam must have experienced the same when he'd been carrying him. Good to know.
"I liked you better when you were shorter," he remarked, again going practically unheard by the giant doppelgängers.
Jensen's gaze drifted to Jared, stomach knotting up. Even from over here, the papers he picked up sent a noticeable breeze ruffling Jensen's short hair. Taking the excuse to get space from those horribly familiar, horribly huge hands, he stepped over a few more of the loosed pictures. He took care to avoid a lopsided thumbtack sitting ominously on its side, certain the pin could pierce through him like a rapier at this size.
While Sam and Jared made progress through the papers, Jensen helped search for Dean as he could. But as time ticked on, their hope became slim. Dean was nowhere to be found. And to make matters worse, they were out of time.
"Where the hell is he?" An irate voice bled through the walls of the trailer. Coming closer. Jensen and Jared froze where they were, catching each other's eyes. They both recognized the voice of the episode director.
Soon, the carpet under Jensen's feet shook as the director climbed the steps to the trailer door.
"Crap," he hissed.
A massive understatement.
"Jared!" A hard pound on the door. "You in here?"
Jared tensed at the voice, casting a glance over at Sam and Jensen. A terse stare passed between him and his double. Jared nodded at Sam then opened the door, stepping out as fast as he could. It closed behind him before the director could catch a glimpse of the confusing scene within.
Sam let out a breath of relief once the room was closed off again. They shouldn't need to worry about discovery until someone was searching for Jensen. With any luck that wouldn't happen any time soon. He turned his attention back to the smaller man with a wry grin. The strange reversal had his stomach in knots. He couldn't imagine how Jensen felt. The actor hadn't even knownabout the supernatural until today. It had to be so much worse for him.
Sam paused, then extended a hand to the smaller man. "We should, ah… get you off the floor before anyone else comes around. Don't want to risk something happening to you down there."
Jensen stared stiffly at the hand for several lengthy moments. His green eyes skated up and down the length of the fingers and lined palm, leading up to an arm as thick as a sequoia and a body that was even more devastatingly titanic.
"Yeah." Jensen muttered distantly. Running his tongue over his full lips, he braced himself and took the first step onto the giant hand. The traction was fleshy, making his knees buckle. He adjusted quickly, managing to take a stance in the pit of Sam's palm without keeling over.
He chuckled weakly, knowing this was precisely how Sam must have felt in his hand not even ten minutes ago. "Talk about turning tables, huh?" he asked, then cleared his throat to restore its usual depth.
"Heh," Sam tried to get out a laugh at the joke. His attention was caught by the feeling of the tiny boots on his hand. Jensen was so small he almost couldn't feel the weight of the little man. "Hope my hands as steady as yours were."
His eyes flashed to the door for a second, remembering all the dangers out there for someone Jensen's size. After a moment's hesitation, he looked back down at Jensen. "Hold on, alright? I'm gonna stand up."
His fingers curled up, surrounding the actor so he couldn't fall off the hand by accident. Sam got to his feet deliberately, aware of every movement. Even the slightest shaking of his hand could dash Jensen helplessly against the ground. Sam couldn't afford to let his guard down in the slightest. He needed to repay the care the other man had paid him when he was small. After spending so long small, Sam understood the trust it took.
Once he was standing the fingers uncurled to give Jensen some space. "You holding up alright?"
Jensen looked around a bit dizzily, working hard to keep up with this bizarre, wonderland-like scenario. He thought holding a teeny-tiny person was bad enough. But it turned out being the one held in a giant's hand was so much worse.
"No," the tiny actor sighed. "Tell you the truth, I'm not."
He craned his neck, looked up at Sam's huge hazels with wariness, but no fear. "I mean I'm... I'm standing in the hand of a guy who's not supposed to exist!" He threw his arms out for emphasis at Sam's bulk. "This is way above my pay grade. But it's not like we get a say in the matter. Best we can do is keep truckin' and figure out how to fix this."
He paused briefly as Sam's fingers adjusted behind him. Jensen twisted around, the tendons pulling under his shoes. As he turned around and caught sight of the drop, his heart sank. This wasn't even six feet off the ground and it looked like a mountainous height. Jensen shivered, needing no further incentive.
"I know the feeling. I still find it hard to believe people actually want to watch our lives. Or how you two are completely identical to me and Dean." Sam rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head at the strange thought.
Jensen tried to ignore the movements, focusing back on the problem they'd been discussing before his world had flip flopped. "Alright, so if we don't have an ancient sword, what else can we use to get rid of the imp?" Jensen asked, racking his brain to the stuff the writers had put in his script notes.
Sam frowned in concentration. He thought back to the research he and Dean had done before being zapped off to this strange world. "There was something about trapping an imp in a crystal ball. Dean was all for the sword, but if we can find a crystal ball that should do in a pinch. And we can get that bitch to bring my brother back."
"The prop house," Jensen said. "It's a warehouse on property. Within walking distance from here. Or- walking distance for you at least," he admitted, glancing down at himself. "All the weapons are harmless, but we've got an arsenal of crystal balls from that psychic episode we did a while back."
"Sounds like a plan." Sam eyed up the tiny man on his hand. "Will you be okay on my hand like that, or did you want to go in the pocket?" He gave a small laugh, remembering his own time like that. "I know it's not ideal…"
A flicker of annoyance dashed through Jensen's eyes, even though he knew it was uncalled for. Riding in another man's pocket had never been on his bucket list, but it was about to get crossed off.
"You kidding? Anyone sees me like this, I'll never hear the end of it." His mind flickered briefly to his wife. He could only imagine the look on Danneel's face when she stumbled upon that article. Jensen arched an eyebrow skeptically, but nodded at the pocket.
Sam obliged with admirable care in his movement. When he was close enough, Jensen pulled the lip of the jacket pocket out towards him and peered down into the dark fabric folds, gauging the drop. He braced one arm around the joint of Sam's finger as he swung a leg over and dropped down. His otherwise solid landing was foiled by the flexible fabric. He was bounced onto his side from the impact. Jensen stood and brushed himself off with as much dignity as he could manage. He craned his neck back and just about slammed himself into the corner when he saw the giant hand diving for him... No, not for him. Sam was just pulling open the flap to look in at him.
"Roomy," Jensen half-shouted, unnerved but conversational all the same. He ambled up to the button hole at the front of the pocket. If he stood up straight, he could see through the slit into the trailer. He glanced up again over his head.
"Sam, can you hear me from here?"
"Yeah, I can hear you. A little quiet, but clear enough." Sam cocked his head, trying to see into the pocket better. "I'm going to head out of here, see if I can find the crystal balls."
He put a hand on the doorknob. "Hopefully no one sees me and Jared together… that might raise a few questions. And… I might need some directions to the prop house."
The door clicked shut behind them.