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I'm staring down at the three inch girl sitting in my palm…and that was a weird sentence. Ugh, I hate this, Dean hates this and of course Ash hates this. I'm gonna rip the head off of whatever put us in this weird as fuck situation. But I'll have time to plot revenge later; right now Ash is upset and shaking from that nightmare.

"Well, start talking." I told her.

She was hesitating, opening her mouth and then closing it quickly, like she didn't know how to voice what she was thinking.

"You can tell me anything kiddo, c'mon." I urged her.

She was fidgeting, looking anywhere but my eyes, and was looking more and more uncomfortable the longer I held her. Which was strange, since this whole thing started she's seemed to get a feeling of safety and comfort from being close to me and Dean, well, since those weird panic attacks had stopped anyway.

"I-I had a nightmare." She said, her voice strained.

"Yeah, got that. What was the nightmare about?" I questioned.

"Well, uh, I felt something touching my leg, but I decided to ignore it, but it was a spider and it bit me and then I fell off the nightstand and you guys couldn't hear me so I ran from it and then…then…"

She pauses and her eyes meet mine for a second before she duckes her head again.

"Then…" I prompt her.

"It's a little e-embarrassing."

"Ash, tell me. I promise I won't make fun of you or laugh or anything like that."

I hear her mumble under her breath "Apparently that's not what I'm worried about."

I raise my eyebrow, about to ask her what in the hell that means, when she tells me in one breath where her nightmare went from the spider bit.

"You both got outta bad and I thought I was saved but then Dean almost squashed me and then you almost squashed me and you guys were being really creepy and just kept smiling at me like this"

Ash pauses to flash me a freaky looking smile.

"And then you tried to grab me, then Dean, then you, like, crouched down and reached for me with this crazy look on your face so I tried to run but Dean caught me and wrapped my whole body in his fist and I couldn't breathe so I bit his hand and he dropped me and my leg broke then he stomped my legs so I couldn't move and then you crushed me like a bug with your boot!"

Her face is flushed from saying it all in one breath, and she keeps her head down, like the skin on my hand is the most fascinating things Ash has ever seen. I don't know how to process what she just told me. That is a seriously fucked up nightmare. Ash can't really think that Dean and I would ever hurt her like that. Right?

"You…you don't think we'd actually do anything like that. Do you? I mean, you know I'd never hurt you, right?"

Ash raises her head slowly, meeting my eyes with her impossibly tiny pair of browns. Her uneasiness makes a lot more sense. As does the wide gaze she's fixing on me now.

"Sam…" She says my name quietly, trailing off like she's not quite sure what to say. I cut in.

"Shit, you do think we'd hurt you." My own voice sounds strangled, and I swing my legs over the bed.

I look around for a place to set her down, flustered and…maybe freaking out. Just a little. As I bring my hand toward the nightstand, I feel Ash scramble and jump off onto my knee.

"Ash! You could have missed my leg! You can't just go jumping off stuff when you're this small!" I tell her, loud enough that Dean begins to stir in the other bed.

"I don't okay? I know you would never do anything like that! You or Dean. I trust you guys. How could I not after everything we've been through?" Ash's voice is earnest; her eyes are round and as innocent as I've seen them in a long time.

"Guys? Whats goin' on?" There's Dean's groggy voice. I peel my eyes away from Ash to see him sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

I feel Ash plop down on my knee, no doubt anticipating having to explain and reassure all over again.

Dean looks over at me, not seeing Ash sitting on my knee.

"Everything okay Sam? Why are you up?" Dean asks me.

"Nothing, Ash just had a nightmare. Everything's fine Dean."

"Ash had a nightmare?" I nod.

"Well, where is she? She okay?"

I give a subtle nod toward my knee and Dean's eyes travel down to Ash, who gives him a tiny wave.

"M'fine Dean."

"You don't sound fine. What was the dream about kid?"

Ash sighs heavily, her miniscule shoulders rising and falling. I know Dean means well, but I know Ash doesn't want to have to explain all over again. I take over to explain as quickly as I can.

"In her dream we uh…we sorta" I stop and put my fist against the palm of my other hand and twist, trying to make Dean understand 'smashed' without having to actually say it. "her."

Dean raises one eyebrow as he looks from me to Ash and back again. He grimaces slightly at me before looking off to the side. The familiar look Dean gets whenever the conversation turns to "chick-flick territory" settles on his face, and he starts rubbing his are uncomfortably as he asks Ash, "You don't…you know-I mean, you know Sam and me would never…that I'd ever even think of…uh-"

Geez, Dean really does suck at this sorta stuff. Even more than usual with an impossibly tiny teenage girl. Luckily for Dean, Ash cuts in at this point.

"Of course not Dean. I- I don't know, I guess I'm still just freaked out over this whole thing. I mean, you guys tower over me on any regular day, but this?" She gestures to herself, indicating her current size. "It's just ridiculous what I am in comparison to you two now. I might as well be nothing."

Dean moves forward toward Ash at the word 'nothing', moving less on thought and more on his big brother instincts. The sudden move startles Ash, but she sits still as Dean kneels so that Ash is level with his eyes.

"You are not nothing Ash, and I don't want to hear you saying anything like that again. We're going to find a way to get you back to normal and then I'm gonna rip the head off of whatever put us in this weird as fuck situation." Hearing Dean vocalize my thoughts from just minutes ago I say, "We'll both rip the head off of the son of a bitch."

I look down to see a tiny smile on Ash's face.

"That's what I want to see." Dean tells her. "My girl smiling at the thought of decapitating a supernatural piece of crap."

Ash laughs and looks into Dean's eyes.

"Okay." She says simply, before standing.

"Can one of you help me to the nightstand?" She asks us.

Dean holds out his hand, but as Ash steps into it, I have a thought.

"Dean, wait" I say.

They both fix me with confused looks.

"What?" they ask simultaneously.

"There is one part of the nightmare we need to pay attention to. It could be dangerous for Ash to sleep on the nightstand; what if a spider comes along and she can't wake us up? Or what is she sleepwalks right off the edge?" I see Dean shudder slightly at the thought.

"Good point Sammy." He says, looking down at Ash.

"Yeah good point Sam, but where am I supposed to sleep then?"

Dean and I share a knowing look. Hey, it might be weird, but weird times call for weird measures. Ash catches on quickly and sighs.

"Alright I see where this is going, and fine. I'm too tired to worry about the weirdness or dignity factor right now."

I expected a fight, but she was right, we were all tired.

"Well, guess you're bunking with me tonight then kiddo" Dean tells her.

"Whatever." She yawns.

"Ash, c'mon, what have I told you about that word? I'm not letting you go to bed until you give me another one."

"Sammy don't be such a prude." Dean tells me.

"I'm not being a prude Dean. She dropped out of schools to hit the road with us and I'm responsible for her education now. Ash, give me another word."

She thinks for a second before saying, "Vexatious. It means annoying; as in 'Sammy Winchester is being an extremely vexatious word Nazi."

Dean laughs and holds his pointer finger to Ash, who high fives it. I groan as both their faces stretch into wide gins.

"God, I'm living with a couple of five year olds." I say as I lay down and get comfortable.

There's a smile on my face too, though as I bid my weird little family goodnight. I hear some rustling as my worry for Ash fades away, knowing Dean will be protecting her through the night as he's protected me my entire life. I want to stay awake to see exactly how this is gonna play out, but I fall asleep before the sounds of Dean and Ash getting settled stops.

Ash's POV:

I see Sam's breathing even out as he drifts off quickly. A smile plays on my lips at the peaceful expression on his face.

I fall against Dean's middle finger as he moves to lie down, and he snickers when I hug it tight to steady myself.

"We're over the bed Ash. You could jump off if you wanted to."

"You know, I've never had a problem with heights, but when you're this small…I think I'm begging to develop a fear."

"I wouldn't let you fall, promise."

"I know you wouldn't let me fall. But I might slip or something."

"Whatever." Dean says as he brings his hand down to rest on his stomach.

"Careful, Sam doesn't like that word." I warn him jokingly as I hop off his hand and land on his firm abs.

Dean is lying down completely now, and all I can see is the underside of his chin as I move up to stand on his chest.

"Sammy's such a stickler for vocab." Dean chuckles and I feel it vibrate deep within his chest and up through my bare feet into my body.

"Whoa!" I'm caught off guard and I fall to my knees.

"Me laughing is enough to knock you down now? God, girl, it's like you're made of glass or something." Dean sits up a little, so he can look down at me.

"Well you're…you're…"

"I'm?"

"Really humongous." I resigned, not able to come up with any sort of comeback.

"That's not exactly an insult." Dean smirks.

I punch his chest with as much force as I can muster.

"Hey, take it easy Ash. That almost tickled."

"Shut up"

"Nice comeback"

"Wasn't a comeback, I just really want you to stop talking."

Dean smiles and snorts.

"We really should get some sleep." I say.

I slide down Dean's side and walk towards the far end of the bed. All of the sudden everything goes dark, and I can feel the bed moving below me. When the darkness recedes I see Deans hand moving away and I'm up against his side.

"If you sleep over there it kinda defeats the purpose of this whole thing. Something could get you before you could reach me to wake me up."

I huff a sigh.

"I hate being this helpless." Still, I allow Dean to scoop me up and lay me on his stomach.

"So, where do I sleep?" I ask him.

In response he pats his left breast pocket.

"Seriously?"

"Unless you got a better idea."

"Fine…just don't roll over."

"If I do, you can just jump out and try your hand with Sam." He pauses. "But I won't do that Ash."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

I make my way up to Dean's pocket, and slowly tuck myself inside, his heart beating hard and steady against my back.

"Wow"

"What?"

"I can feel your heart beating."

"Good, that means I'm alive." Dean says, clearly too tired to come up with anything wittier.

I feel him lie down and settle.

"Don't worry Ash; nothing will happen on my watch."

"I know; m'not worried." I tell him.

"Your nightmares seem to disagree."

"Yeah well, my nightmares can suck it."

Dean gives a short laugh, "Night Ash"

"G'night Dean"

I close my eyes and fall asleep to the steady beat of Dean's heart.

SPNSPNSPN

Sometime during the night I wake again and feel a slight pressure over my body. I crack an eye open and lift my head to look. I see Dean's palm on top of me, and hear him and Sam snoring softly. I go back to sleep with a smile on my face.

A/N: Yes, I'm aware this is basically all fluff but I love it! But next chapter is gonna be plot and blah, blah, blah. Hope you enjoyed and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!