“What… what happened?” Dean coughed, struggling to remember why he was laying on the ground looking up at the ceiling light, and why the ground felt so damned lumpy. A few of his hazy memories came back to him but all out of chronological order. He remembers walking into the motel from going to get some food for Sammy and five minutes in, he and his little brother were holding their heads in extreme pain. Sammy’s cartoons kept on playing along too loud, even though Dean told his 11 year old brother twice to keep it down before he left for the gas station. The TV volume hardly mattered at the moment besides drowning out their pained groans entirely from anyone outside of the motel room. They couldn’t cry out more than a plea for their brother to be aware that they were under some kind of attack before nothingness swallowed them whole.
Dean sat upright and the sight that greeted him had him more confused than anything at the moment. Somehow he was now in a massive space. Something towered to his left and in the distance he could vaguely make out other boxy shapes. Every one of them far too large and hazy at the edges to fully comprehend.
Tag: sam winchester
May 25th excerpt:
Peering under the dresser where the kid had been heading, Sam scanned the floor for signs of anyone else nearby. His sharp hazel eyes couldn’t make out much among the darkness and dustbunnies, so he resolved to do a better search later. After he’d figured out what was up with this tiny kid.
Using his elbows for balance, Sam pushed himself up to a kneeling position, staring at his cupped fists.
May 24th excerpt:
Dean ignored the little squirms in his hand, much like he’d do if he was checking Sam for any broken bones just after a fall. “See?” he said softly to the kid as he worked his way over each rib and brushed against the skinny bare arms. “Nothin’ to it.” He searched those tiny eyes for any signs of pain and found none.
Sam slapped on some grape jelly to his sandwich and but both slices of bread together, eagerly biting down. “Isf hee okayff?” he asked, mouth full.
May 23rd excerpt:
Lightly, Dean brushed the wet cloth over the kid’s face and hair, getting it out of his face so he could see if there were any pained flinches and scrubbing the grime off his cheeks with a careful touch. “This shouldn’t hurt a bit,” Dean explained softly, discarding the washcloth for later and extending a finger, touching the kid’s ribs to see if Sam might have squeezed too hard when he’d picked the guy up. Next to him, Sam watched intently while he unwrapped the bread and started to dig out a glob of peanut butter that was bigger than the tiny kid they’d discovered.
In the sb universe is Sam normal sized or is he still tiny?
Dean would love to know!
May 20th excerpt:
Dean rubbed his face. “Okay. We can just…” He looked at the kid again. The little guy was crying while they argued. “Sam, did you hurt him?” Dean held out his hands expectantly. “Lemme see ‘im.”
That got Oscar’s attention. He looked up quickly only to duck his head again, too intimidated by the teenage human. He looked so stern. Ready to scold Oscar for sneaking around in their room to steal food.
What would have happened if Cas didn’t manage to shrunk Dean back down? Would he be forced to become Bobby’s newest resident (and even bigger bottomless bag)? And how would he and Sam interact again (some of the Lounge ideas would be good, but still, angst)? Also I can imagine Bowman’s shock when Bobby goes instead of Dean and Sam somehow explains his brother ended up more giant than ever (prompt, maybe?) ~Sassy
They’d have to get him to Bobby’s, first! They took a road trip to Rufus’s cabin for the setup, knowing she wouldn’t fall for the trick at Bobby’s place.
He probably would have knocked down most of the cabin if Cas didn’t fix him, simply because he had no place to go, and no doors big enough to crawl out of. All scrunched in a corner, and the only reason he couldn’t try and stop Celeste himself was because of the pain he was in from his bones expanding.
((There’s a good reason the victims of her curse often are unconscious for the good part of a week after it hits. Extremely compacted, extremely fast.))
The main thing about the Lounge is, Gabriel buffered it for size different interactions. The borrowers can’t be deafened if you yell, and no one can get hurt. Sam and Dean wouldn’t have that luxury. They’d need an interpreter, at least at first, someone who can talk to each of them separately.
I’m pretty sure Bowman would be all sorts of offended if he hears Dean is more giant than his giant now. Considering how serious the problem is in Wellwood, Bobby would definitely hit the road to help.
May 14th excerpt:
To hide his nerves at being so close to a human again, so soon after their grand escape from the others, Dean busied himself making sure Sam was settled, tossing part of the handkerchief over the scrawny kid’s body to keep him from catching a chill in the air. Ever since their curse had struck, those months back, Dean had discovered that the air was colder, and they had trouble staying warm.
Being shipped to London in the fall hadn’t helped, though he’d underestimated the weather earlier that day. They’d assumed they’d have time to find their way to somewhere sheltered by nightfall, and boy were they wrong.
“What now?” Dean asked.
In general, wouldn’t a frozen grape work better as an icepack for tinys rather than a bit of ice? It won’t melt and once it’s not cold, a snack!
It might be!
Dean’s not the type to go out and buy fruit he doesn’t need, so this probably isn’t something you’ll find with the Winchester pair even if it occurred to them to freeze food. It is, however, something that John Watson thought of, though he didn’t pick a grape when he found an ice pack he could use for his extra-smol patients:
John went to the freezer for a cold pack. After what Sam had gone through with the ice packs for his bruises, the doctor spent one of his days off scouring the internet for friendlier, less messy alternatives to ice. After finding something surprising, John went out and bought a bag of mini marshmallows to keep in the freezer. Apparently they absorbed the cold really well, and since they were soft they were easier to apply to sore or achy spots on the body. Dean wouldn’t have to deal with the wetness of melting ice, and he’d have something sweet to nibble on later if he liked.
As strange as it was, it was a better option, theoretically.
Tearing open the plastic bag, John fished one marshmallow out and quickly placed it in front of Dean before the heat from his fingers could pass into it. “Cold pack,” he explained, fishing around a drawer for a fastener to keep the bag shut when he put it away.
Dean pushed himself up with a grunt, dubiously eyeing the offerings left next to him. “Marshmallow?” he questioned, picking it up. With a mental shrug, he held it to his forehead. “Oh, that hits the spot,” he declared, propping his elbow on his knee so he could stay sitting up.
May 13th excerpt:
Dean steadfastly did not mention that they didn’t always ignore him when he shouted at them for hurting Sam.
They’d never hurt him too bad for his intransigence. Just enough to teach him how to behave.
He was valuable merchandise, after all.
Brothers Apart 