What would have happened if Cas hadn’t shrunk Dean back down? Also, was the curse that she used to enlarge Dean one that touched his soul as well?

If he hadn’t shrunk Dean back down, they’d have a lot of work to figure out how to get him back to normal.

Also, RIP Rufus’s cabin. It wouldn’t survive the attempt.

Sam and Dean couldn’t interact with each other reliably at that scale difference. They’d need Bobby to help soften the blow between them.

The curse Celeste used on Dean was not the same as the one that she used on Sam. This one was a standard witch spell. 

Though in Brothers Apart we see her angelic soulbound curse used most often, there are other styles and types of magic and curses that can change sizes, either larger or smaller. The reason she used hers on the borrower population was because the angelic grace imbued in them strengthens the host body, and she’s growing an army of hosts and in particular, looking for a strong one for her brother to use.

Dean’s curse was easily lifted and removed. If they had to wait until later, a simple cleansing spell would have worked.

It would be painful, though. Crunching down to normal size all at once.

You will see other size changes happen in the BA multiverse.

The Incredible Shrinking Winchester Conclusion

BA Canon: No || AU

Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water


( Part 2 of 4 )

Dean whipped around at the voice. A woman stood there, her face passionless as she stared back at him. Red eyes glimmered at him.

A crossroad demon. The maker of deals.

Dean practically threw himself at her, grabbing her shoulders. “Bring him back!” His voice practically begged her. His brother, his partner, the person who relied on him above all others. “Bring Sammy back to life!”

The demon pulled herself out of his arms effortlessly. Pure demon strength showed through in the movement. Nothing Dean did could keep her still.

“Well what do we have here,” she clucked as her eyes changed back to the darkest brown orbs he’d ever seen. “A kicked puppy that lost his best friend.”

“Please,” Dean begged, his voice hoarse. “Please, just bring him back. You can have my soul, just bring back Sam.”

She crossed her arms and started to pace around the circle. “You Winchesters. You’re all the same, so willing to give themselves up for each other. But no.”

His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to blink away a sudden surge of anger. “No? What do you mean, no… I give you my soul, and you give me what I ask, that’s how it works.”

Red lips painted with luscious lipstick curled into a smile. More like a snarl. “I can only bring him back if he was actually dead. Now, try again.”

Not dead? Dean’s mind focused right on that thought. But he’s been gone for–

How long?

“What do you mean, he isn’t dead?” Dean snapped. “He’s been gone for…”

“Six months,” the demon supplied helpfully. “Your little Sammy hasn’t been around for six months now.”