The Incredible Shrinking Winchester
BA Canon: No || AU
Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water
( Part 5 of 6 )
He must have drifted off while he sat there.
Waking up, something in Sam told him everything was different. Changed.
He blinked blearily, rubbing his eyes with a lazy hand as he yawned. “Dean? How’s the…”
He trailed off as he saw his surroundings.
The table was gone.
Sam’s entire world was inside of a deep canyon. He sat on the side of the steep walls, on a brown edge. Other protrusions could be seen sticking out in the distance, irregular and spiky. Even as he watched, one broke off and fell into the darkness.
Sam crawled to the edge to watch it land, but the bottom was too far away.
Deep rumbles and thunderclaps came from above. Sam brushed his hair back from his face, staring straight up at the top of his ‘canyon.’ The light above changed rapidly, like someone was pacing in front of the storm.
One rumble of thunder stuck out to him, and Sam realized what had happened. Where he was.
He hadn’t gone anywhere.
He was still on the table, but he was so small he’d fallen into a crack in the wood. Splinters surrounded him, and the dark canyon he was trapped in was a simple notch in the wooden table at Bobby’s. The thunder above… a brief, echoing cry of Sammy! …
Dean, trying to find his lost brother. The brother who’d vanished into thin air.
Darkness covered the crack again and Sam stared up, not realizing his danger at first as he tried to make out his brother in the dark sky above. An echoing sigh was the only warning he got before a huge whirlwind struck, knocking him straight towards the edge.
With a cry, Sam tumbled off the ledge. He had his fishhook out in a second, embedding it into a crack. He was so light he had no trouble holding his weight in place as he dangled there until the whirlwind ended.
Then the air started to rise up, and Sam clung to the cord with a desperation born of life-preservation as he did his damndest to keep from flying up with the air his brother was breathing in, huge lungs the size of a city greedily stealing the air around him. It rushed past, almost pulling him right off the cord.
Another rumble echoed through the world, and the light returned as Dean lifted his head to look at Bobby.
Sam couldn’t see any of that.
He couldn’t even make out Dean as more than a towering, looming shadow. Dean, his brother and best friend. The only person he’d been able to rely on for almost an entire year. A colossus that could snuff Sam out without a thought. As long as the immense hunters above were paying attention to Sam’s small corner of the world, he was in danger. Dean and Bobby had ceased to exist as people he could interact with. He was on his own.
|| Part 4 )