
Dean gets patted on the head with an elephant trunk, Sam has to sit in the corner so they stop freaking out around him.

Dean gets patted on the head with an elephant trunk, Sam has to sit in the corner so they stop freaking out around him.

When Dean finally gets out, he’s covered head to toe in yarn and Sam makes fun of him for looking like a reject for The Mummy. Meanwhile, Sam already disarmed the booby trap and is sitting pretty while he waits.
Iron is a must-have tool for any hunter, and he will snitch Dean’s bullets if he has to.
If they end up in the hood, he’ll need Sam’s help to fish them out! Sprites have such trouble with their wings in so much fabric.
All the kiddos giggling at Jacob’s fluster.
They’d burn the flat down if left to their own devices. Then ten seconds later, be best friends. John’s head is spinning trying to keep up.
Dean has so many pockets, he could have added one in just for the umbrellas. And since Sam doesn’t have that ever-useful knack of finding things like a smol Dean would, he’s forced to deal with regular senses to try and track them down.
Naturally, he finds nothing, and the next time it rains he gets one of the flowery pink ones. He only uses it because he’s in Dean’s pocket and now it looks like Dean has an umbrella in his pocket instead of any pens.

Sam wins, with one big flourish that sends the plastic sword flying from Dean’s fingertip, and he sits on the controller to make sure Dean doesn’t try to swipe it from him.
Only humans, Bowman.
Yet he still loves the humans he claimed. Smol or tol.
Unfortunately for Dean, Sam is regular sized and has full access to candy and sugar and all unhealthy things.
Those two will be a handful.
XD Scar had enough trouble when he found Sam trying to practice with one of the spare swords. Now his hair is sticky and Sam and Bowman are trying their best to not look guilty.

I bet even smol Dean would find a way to make some to cheer Sam up. Jacob, beware. You’re going to be cooking the strangest concoction known to man.