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"Trampled Underfoot"

Chapter 1: A Matter of Size and Reality

Walking across the vast parking lot, Sam looks at the damp ground reflecting the moonlight, wondering if he's really doing the right thing. It's not that he actually likes the taste of the blood, in fact he hates it, but for some reason he feels like he's doing the right thing. It had to be. What could go wrong? He was saving people by doing it, so maybe it is worth the bitter taste. It sure beat killing people with the knife or the colt.

As Sam walks closer to his destination in the dark, cold, winter night, he hears a faint noise that makes him stop. He turns around and is both surprised and confused to see Bobby aiming his shotgun at him. "Bobby? What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. We thought we could do this, but we can't. Not anymore." Bobby looks upset, almost like he doesn't want to be there. But the older hunter wasn't about to back down.

"Bobby, what are you talking about?" Sam asks thinking Bobby has finally lost it.

Bobby's face grew bitter. "We know what you've been doing with Ruby."

Sam swallows hard. "…How?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Bobby, I can explain…"

"Not this time, son." Bobby raises the gun, leveling it with Sam's chest. "This is the only way."

Sam backs away. "You're going to kill me?"

"Not me," Bobby says as he shakes his head. "Dean will, though."

And just like that Bobby disappears right before Sam's eyes. Sam looks around, but doesn't see his old friend anywhere; instead he hears the all too familiar booming footsteps of his giant brother. For the first time since Dean grew, Sam was scared. He knows his brother and he knows how angry Dean gets, especially over Ruby. And now that Dean was a giant, one that could easily kill him without even trying, he didn't even want to think of what Dean would do to him.

The next footfall nearly sends Sam falling to the ground. Sam slowly turns around and is greeted by a giant, damp boot. He's a little taller than the top of Dean's boots, which are standing way too close for comfort. Next, he looks up. WAY up at his giant, towering brother. He looks past the thick denim clad legs, past his wide chest covered in a black shirt and his navy blue jacket, and then finally he sees Dean's face. From his position all he can see is the underside of Dean's chin. He can barely see Dean's eyes, but he doesn't need to see them to know how upset Dean really is with him.

Sam swallows again.

Dean finally glares down at him. "I'm sorry, Sam. I tried so hard to make this work. I tried to ignore the fact that you were sneaking off at night. I tried to pretend that everything was okay, but I can't. Not anymore."

"Dean, I'm sorry. I didn't—"

"What? Didn't what, Sam?" Dean's voice rises with every word. "Didn't drink the demon blood? Didn't listen to Ruby? Didn't choose a DEMON over your own brother?!"

Dean's voice is so loud now that it reverberates through Sam's chest. Sam wants to explain, he really does, but he can't find the words or strength to do it.

"Because the only thing I KNOW you didn't do is tell me!" Dean continues with rage, "You know that I can tell when you're lying and yet you still kept me in the dark, acting like I was the idiot."

"Dean…" Sam says in a small voice, feeling as low as he looked to his giant of a brother.

"No. Not this time, Sam. I'm done with it. I'm done with all of the lies and the sneaking off behind my back. I'm done." Dean raises his boot high in the air and moves it over Sam's tiny form. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this. Lives depend on it."

"Dean, wait! Please," Sam begs, holding hands over his head as if that will protect him. Sam could only watch in horror as Dean's boot lifts up even higher before it comes crashing down on him. Sam yells for his brother just before impact.

"Sam!"

Sam's eyes shoot open. His heart is pounding hard and fast in his chest, ready to escape from its prison. Soaked in his sweat, he was exhausted and weak. He feels like he just ran a marathon.

Sam looks up at his brother, hovering over him and looking worried. Dean was still a giant in comparison. "Dean?" Sam asks, almost afraid that his dream was real or held some truth, and that Bobby and Dean know what he's been doing with Ruby.

"Are you okay?" Dean watches his brother nod his tiny head. "That must have been one hell of a nightmare you were having. You were all over the place."

"I'm fine…" Dean stands up straight now, still towering over Sam and that's when he notices it. "Where are we?" Sam looks around, noticing everything is proportionate to Dean's current size.

Dean sighs in frustration, running his hands down face. "Come on, Sam. We've been through this already. You know where we were are and you know what's going on. I've told you every day this week." Dean sees the confusion on his tiny brother's face and explains. "This whole me being a giant," he waves his one arm up and down his body. "I'm not, Sam. I never was."

"Yes, you are. You've been this way for days. Dean, I watched you grow right in front of me!" He remembers everything clearly. The scared look on Dean's face as he grew right in front of Sam as he kept his eyes on his tiny brother was crystal clear.

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!" Sam argues back.

Dean shakes his head. "Just like always, you're too stubborn to see the truth," he says looking down at his tiny brother.

"Dean, come on. Stop messing around." Now Sam was starting to get worried. What was going on?

"I'm not, Sam!" Dean takes a breath to try and calm down. "Sam, I'm not the one who grew," Dean tries to explain, but again, Sam interrupts him.

"What are you talking about? Of course you did. Dean your boots are as big as a car! Don't you remember how you nearly crushed the Impala?"

"Sam." Dean leans down low, getting real close to him. "I didn't grow. You shrunk." Sam stays silent, still staring at his brother. "I've been trying to take care of you for days, but you just won't listen to anything I have to say. You just go back into your delusional world of me being a giant." Sam looks around the room, finally recognizing the place as a massive motel room. "And let me guess." Dean straightens up, glaring down at his brother. "That dream you just had was of me as a giant, right?"

"How…?"

"You've been having them ever since you shrunk, Sam!" Dean walks around to the end of the bed that Sam is sitting on. "Instead of coming to terms with what happened to you and accept that you shrunk, you try to make me seem like the freak. Like I'M the problem!"

"Dean, I'm sorry…" Sam speaks quietly as everything starts to sink in.

"No, you're not." Dean goes silent for a minute, sadly looking at his baby brother. "Not really. You've been acting this way even before you turned into a human action figure. You hoped that I wouldn't catch on, but I did." Dean pauses to shake his head to try and get rid of some of his anger. "This is just another way of you saying how weak and pathetic I've become ever since I came back from Hell. No matter what size you are, you still have to be the tough guy."

Sam watches as Dean walks over to the kitchenette and pours himself a cup of coffee. Once the black cup was filled, Dean guzzles down the warm liquid as he stares at his little brother, making Sam look away. Sam looks around the room and then over to his brother as he tries to remember what had happened, but all of the memories of Dean becoming a giant start to get fuzzy like a dream. "Dean?"

"What?" Dean says in a gruff voice, still annoyed with the way Sam was acting.

"What..." Sam looks down for a minute and then finally finds the courage to look at his brother's impatient face. "What happened to me?"

Dean swallows another gulp of his beverage and studies Sam. "You don't remember?"

Sam shakes his head. "All I remember is you growing right in front of me… But I know that wasn't real…was it?"

Seeing Sam's face, Dean knew right away that Sam had no clue what was going on. He was no longer living in a world where Dean was a giant. Sam finally understood that something was wrong with him, and not Dean. "So… you really don't think I'm a giant?"

Sam shook his head. "You look like one, but that doesn't make sense considering everything in the room is your size. Unless they started making giant-sized furniture and giant-sized motels, and I was never informed."

Dean smirks a little at that and gives a sigh of relief. "Sorry, but it's just good to have you back. Not that you weren't you, it's just… Well, it gets annoying listening to you yell at me to not step on cars or smash buildings."

Sam vaguely remembers seeing Dean's feet nearly crushing the Impala. "Dean? Did the Impala shrink, too?"

Dean wrinkles his brow and is almost afraid that Sam's falling back into his hallucination. "No. Why?"

Sam shakes his head. "I swear I remember your feet…" He looks over at his brother and stops, seeing that Dean's clearly upset. "Must have been another dream," he barely mutters.

Dean then walks over to the nightstand between the two beds, and sets his coffee down on the wooden table before sitting down across from his brother. "Sorry, but the only thing that's changed is…" Dean gestures to Sam, starting to feel guilty for how he treated Sam moments ago.

Sam nods again. "Right." Then he looks up at Dean who suddenly looks like he realized something.

"I'll be right back. I need to make a quick phone call." Dean puts his hands on his knees and pushes up, towering over Sam again.

Sam looks way up at his brother, almost feeling dizzy. "Who are you going to call?"

"Ghostbusters," Dean smirks, but sees that Sam is not amused with his joke. Dean scratches the back of his head. "I need to call up a friend. They've been worried about you."

Now even more confused by Dean's vague answer, Sam sighs as he watches his big brother head into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

In the bathroom Dean flips open his phone, dials a number and waits for somebody to pick up on the other end.

A groggy, male voice answers the phone. "Hey, Dean. It's kinda early, isn't it?"

"I know, but we need to talk," Dean responds in a soft voice, hoping Sam won't hear him. "It's Sam."

"Is something wrong?" the guy asks, now sounding worried and more alert.

"No. Well, I don't know." Dean glances at the door and moves further into the bathroom. "He woke up this morning and finally realized what happened to him."

"So, he doesn't think we're giants anymore? He knows he shrunk?"

"Exactly. But he doesn't remember anything. He doesn't remember how or when this happened. All he does remember is…"

"You growing into a giant," the other voice finishes with sympathy, knowing exactly how Dean felt.

"Yeah."

"Was it all just a hallucination then?" the guy wonders.

"Yeah. I think it was the effects of what caused the shrinking that might have done it. Either way, he's not seeing things anymore and got his memory back, finally." Even though he had been upset with Sam, he really was worried about him. He never understood why Sam thought he was a giant. At first he played along, thinking it was cute how Sam was telling him to be careful when he sat down on a chair. But once he knew that Sam was serious, that changed everything.

"So, he probably won't remember us, huh?"

"No. That's why I called. You can't come by our room today. I know Timmy and Shayla like having Sam around, but I don't think it's a good idea. I'm gonna let him get used to all of this first and fill him in on what happened."

"Everything?" Now the voice sounds surprised.

Dean lets out a long heavy sigh. "I know. It's going to take a while, but he needs to know what happened."

"Wait." The voice pauses. "Dean, does this mean what I think it means?" he now asks, sounding hopeful.

"Honestly? I wouldn't get my hopes up just yet, so be careful," Dean advises the young guy.

Back in the bedroom, Sam waits, walking over to the edge of the mattress. His bare little feet pad across the soft white folds of the blankets. It's on his way to there that he takes the time to notice that he's not in his usual night clothes, but instead a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt. He's not wearing any shoes or socks either. When he looks at the nightstand he can see a tiny rumpled up shirt sitting next to what he believes are his boots and socks. They're just his size, too.

After another moment passes by he sees Dean walk back into the room, stuffing his cell phone in his jeans with a sigh. "Everything okay?" Sam asks as Dean walks back over to where he was sitting before.

Dean simply shrugs, reaching for his coffee. "Not sure yet."

"So, who were you on the phone with?"

"I told you. A friend." Dean answers, but Sam doesn't seem to want to accept that.

"Dean, I'm not a kid anymore."

"I know that, Sam. But if I give you the name, you still won't know who it is. Trust me." Dean drinks some more of his coffee and notices that Sam is still waiting for a better answer. "I promise I will explain everything to you. Besides, it's not like you tell me who you're on the phone with all the time."

Sam looks away as he starts to think back on his dream. Did Dean really know what he was doing with Ruby? "I'm sorry."

Dean clears his throat, not wanting to start up another fight so soon. Not that the first one counted, but he just didn't feel like going there just yet. "So… What do you remember?"

Sam decides to sit down, so he folds his long legs and looks up at his brother. He thinks back, trying to remember. "Um, we were in the car…"

"Seriously?" Sam just shrugs. "Dude, we're always in the car. Come on. You have to be a little more specific than that."

"You were listening Led Zeppelin," Sam offers, receiving a glare from Dean. "I'm sorry. I can't help it that you listen to them a lot." Dean still doesn't say anything, so Sam tries to remember more. "Polson, Montana," Sam suddenly remembers. "There was, uh, a missing person's case."

"And?" Dean urges him to continue.

"And?" Sam repeats. "And what? Did you forget, too, or something?"

"No, I want to know exactly what you do remember. The more you know, the less I have to explain." Dean leans forward, waiting for Sam to continue.

Sam thinks back.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Polson, Montana. 7 days earlier.

"There's a what?" Dean asks, keeping his focus on the road.

"You would have heard me if you weren't listening to the radio so loud," Sam speaks up over the loud music.

Dean finally reaches for the dial and turns it down. "I heard what you said, but I'm still having a hard time understanding why this is our kind of gig."

"Since early December, five people have gone missing. They all were last seen walking through the same park. The authorities searched woods and didn't find anything." Sam looks at the article in his hands and shakes his head. "I don't know, Dean. There's something about this that doesn't feel right."

"You know, it could just be some sick, pervert, serial killer."

"Yeah, or it could be something else," Sam retorts back.

"What makes you think that it's 'something else'?" Dean glances at his brother for a second.

"For one, they didn't have anything in common. One was forty-six and another was eight. Men, women, and even children have gone missing. None of them lived on the same street, didn't go to any of the same schools or have any blood relation. One wasn't even from around here," Sam explains. "And Bobby did say that there were a lot of seals involving people going missing. It could be demonic possession or human sacrifices."

"So are there any signs or omens of demonic possession in Polson?"

"None that I could find, but that doesn't rule out sacrificing," Sam reminded his brother.

"Fine. We'll check around town," Dean caves, and warns his brother, "but if we come up empty, we're leaving to another town first thing in the morning, where there's going to be a real case. I'm not going to sit around and try to find something that isn't there while there are other people out there dying, and more seals are being broken."

"Fine," Sam agrees.

They drive into a motel parking lot and Dean books them a room for one night. Once they get in there room, Sam's already in the bathroom, putting on his suit and tie.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"That's it? That's all you remember?" Dean scrutinizes.

"No," Sam squirms, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Then what's wrong?"

Sam looks around the room and glances at Dean, quickly looking away. "I, uh… I need to use the rest room," Sam finally admits, feeling completely embarrassed.

"Oh, right." Dean looks at the clock radio. It had been over an hour since Sam woke up, yelling his name. "Sorry. Here." Dean leans forward, stretching his arm over to his brother, and holding his hand palm up for him.

Sam just stares at the giant hand. "What?"

"Climb on," Dean urges.

"Why?"

Dean sighs in frustration. "Just trust me. I know what I'm doing, alright? I've been taking care of you for the past week. Believe me; it's a lot faster than letting you walk." Seeing his brother still not move towards his hand, Dean decides on another method. "You know, Sam, I don't have to wait for you to climb on my hand. I could just pick you up King Kong style."

Sam hesitates before finally taking the first step onto Dean's palm. As his tiny foot touches the surface he can feel the little grooves and ridges under the soles of his feet. He walks across Dean's palm, staring at the massive fingers while he tries to keep his balance on the uneven surface. As he goes to sit down in the middle of Dean's palm, he feels something hard under his own hand and knows right away that it's one of the many bones in Dean's hand.

A few minutes later, after some explaining and arguing, Dean's sitting on the closed toilet, looking at the door as he waits for his brother to call his name from behind the closed shower curtain. He had to convince Sam that that was the only way he was going to get privacy. They had both agreed that the actual toilet was not even an option, so Sam decided that the shower was the best place. However, he was still uncomfortable since Dean refused to leave the bathroom in case Sam fell down the drain. Plus Dean knew that this way he would be able to hear Sam right away instead of just guessing when his brother was finished… And there was that one little incident that he purposely did not tell Sam.

After Sam was done washing his hands, Dean carefully carried him back into the bedroom. Sam was actually impressed that he didn't get motion sickness from being carried and noticed that Dean wasn't walking at his normal pace, but walking slower. As he sat in the palm of Dean's right hand, he was surrounded by the other, which was wrapped protectively around him like a shield and pressing him lightly against Dean's black t-shirt. He wondered how long it took before Dean adopted this method, or if he did it the entire time.

They reached the nightstand, where Sam put on his socks and buttoned up his plaid shirt. He didn't even bother putting on the shoes for now.

"So, it's been a week, huh?"

"Yep," Dean sits back on his bed, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Did you do any research…?" Sam trails off immediately regretting the question when Dean glares at him.

"Are you kidding me? That's all I've been doing. While you were sitting there, yelling at me not to sit on the buildings and use them as chairs and tables, I was trying to focus on a way to turn you back," Dean snapped, letting his frustration out. It really had been annoying getting yelled at every day for the past week, while he was trying to help the person who was yelling at him. Dean then sees his brother look away, obviously feeling guilty, and Dean starts to feel bad himself. "Tell me what else you remember."