KHGamegirl

Dean waited in the car as the engine cooled down and the dust settled from the drive up. He caught Sam’s eye in the rearview mirror, as used to the action as he was to the back of his own hand. His little brother was only four inches tall, but they made their own normal, size be damned. Now, they were trying to help someone else with his normal. Dean could feel every minor shift in his pocket. Oscar, even smaller than Sam but just as brave, shuddered in the pause that formed. “We’re here,” Dean announced. “I-I know,” filtered up from his chest pocket, despite a startled flinch. Dean smirked. He’d l

Witches. WHY did it have to be WITCHES? Dean keeps asking himself this question as he trudges on through the snow. And it is DEEP snow—up and over the top of his boots even at his current 10-foot size. He shivers, not so much from the snow, though it is wet and everywhere, but from the temperature: somewhere below zero and falling rapidly as the sun sets. The winds blowing the white stuff around aren't helping, and the branches from the trees in this forest he's clomping through keep showering him with MORE snow, MORE cold, and, when they're feeling extra spiteful, cutting scarlet gashes into his raw cheeks. Parting gifts from the cove