Dean Winchester was rummaging through the dust covered collection of... well... stuff while Sam sat on top of a box sulking. "This is all your fault, Dean, I mean if you hadn't been so busy hitting on that barmaid, Bela wouldn't have been able to steal our hex bags AND THEN you had to go piss off that Trickster..." Dean surfaced from another box with some doll's clothing "Check it out Sammy, found some clothes that might fit" Tiny Sam made his tiny bitch face, "Dean, how is that funny?" "I'd say it was pretty lucky actually. Means I get a decent night's sleep without you and your Sasquatch feet kicking me in the night... although tiny you is more whiny than normal". Sam glared at Dean, "when I get back to normal height, I'm so kicking your ass for this. It's SO your fault, I look like a freak" "Aw, quit bitchin', Sam" Dean picked up a small cupboard, "Hey, Sam.. this look familar? ... smells funky.. like hoodoo, or just... old". Sam looked puzzled. Then it clicked. "Do you remember that story about the kid with the cupboard that brings his toys to life?" "The Indian in the Cupboard? I thought that was just BS?" "No Dean, there are plenty of legends about enchanted objects that can bring to life inanimate objects and vice versa" "Whatever, dork" Dean teased "although..." He grabbed Sam by the collar of his tiny shirt and Sam started to wriggle. "Only one way to find out" "DEAN! I swear if you don't put me down RIGHT NOW!!!" Sam's flailing continued as Dean dropped him into the cupboard, laughing. "DEAN! Don't YOU DARE shut that door! Oh shit!" Dean shut the door with a click, opened it again and was rather suprised to see a tiny, plastic, superbly detailed Sam standing on the shelf with a tiny enraged expression on its tiny face. Laughing, Dean picked up the action figure Sam and, dropping it into his pocket started leafing through the stack of Tijuana Bibles he had unearthed earlier. ~~~ (Ok longer than I expected, and still crap. But you know that Dean would rather been reading Ye Olde Porne. I have no idea why I thought of the Indian in the Cupboard tbh... Need to start writing properly or stuff like THIS happens! LOL)
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Dean Winchester was rummaging through the dust covered collection of... well... stuff while Sam sat on top of a box sulking.
"This is all your fault, Dean, I mean if you hadn't been so busy hitting on that barmaid, Bela wouldn't have been able to steal our hex bags AND THEN you had to go piss off that Trickster..."
Dean surfaced from another box with some doll's clothing "Check it out Sammy, found some clothes that might fit"
Tiny Sam made his tiny bitch face, "Dean, how is that funny?"
"I'd say it was pretty lucky actually. Means I get a decent night's sleep without you and your Sasquatch feet kicking me in the night... although tiny you is more whiny than normal". Sam glared at Dean, "when I get back to normal height, I'm so kicking your ass for this. It's SO your fault, I look like a freak"
"Aw, quit bitchin', Sam" Dean picked up a small cupboard, "Hey, Sam.. this look familar? ... smells funky.. like hoodoo, or just... old". Sam looked puzzled. Then it clicked.
"Do you remember that story about the kid with the cupboard that brings his toys to life?"
"The Indian in the Cupboard? I thought that was just BS?"
"No Dean, there are plenty of legends about enchanted objects that can bring to life inanimate objects and vice versa"
"Whatever, dork" Dean teased "although..." He grabbed Sam by the collar of his tiny shirt and Sam started to wriggle. "Only one way to find out"
"DEAN! I swear if you don't put me down RIGHT NOW!!!" Sam's flailing continued as Dean dropped him into the cupboard, laughing. "DEAN! Don't YOU DARE shut that door! Oh shit!"
Dean shut the door with a click, opened it again and was rather suprised to see a tiny, plastic, superbly detailed Sam standing on the shelf with a tiny enraged expression on its tiny face. Laughing, Dean picked up the action figure Sam and, dropping it into his pocket started leafing through the stack of Tijuana Bibles he had unearthed earlier.
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(Ok longer than I expected, and still crap. But you know that Dean would rather been reading Ye Olde Porne. I have no idea why I thought of the Indian in the Cupboard tbh...
Need to start writing properly or stuff like THIS happens! LOL)