Supernatural: Sam Winchester the Big Red Dog
Title: Sam Winchester the Big Red Dog
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, Bobby (gen)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,283
Author’s Note: So about 800 years ago, obstinatrix and I got to tweeting about how funny it would be if Sam's height difference were even more exaggerated. I said I would write it for her birthday. Probably this is not what she was expecting/hoping for as "Dean climbing Sam's cock like a mountain" came up more than once, but it is also possible that I spent too much of my childhood with Clifford and now everyone must suffer. I hope this is at least somewhat amusing, love! Happiest of birthdays to you! I love your ass (and the other parts of you, as well). ♥ So many thanks to morganoconner for the remarkably speedy beta! This verse now comes with TWO awesome pieces of art. One directly inspired by it by calmena found here and one vaguely inspired by it by ordinaryink found here.
Summary: Sam starts getting picked on at school because of how small he is, so Dean finds a spell to make him bigger. Only Dean's not very good at spells, it turns out.
In the spring of 1992, Sam and Dean get stuck at Bobby's for three and a half months.
It's not that either of them dislikes Uncle Bobby-Uncle Bobby is awesome. Usually hanging out at his place is the best. There's enough land to run on and cars to hide in, and it passes for a playground. Bobby tells cool stories and has tons of weird things in his house, and Sam always knows the best questions to ask to get him talking so long he dozes off, leaving them free to sneak away and explore all the stuff he says they're not old enough to play with. There's always a hot meal, and Bobby doesn't know any of the food groups except meat, salt, and beer (though he only shares the first two).
But most of the time when they're at Bobby's it's the summer: three glorious months of sunshine, sleeping in, and almost no one to tell them what to do. Just Dean and his little brother. Sam never asks why they move so much because they don't all season, which means Sam is happy and Dean's doing his job right. Now it's not vacation, they go to a school that sucks as much as every other school Dean's ever been to, and Sam asks when Dad'll be back, and Dean never knows what to tell him. Dad says Dean's too young to go on hunts, he has to take care of Sammy. Which, Dean obviously knows that, Dean's happy to do it and can manage just fine. It's just that sometimes Sam doesn't want Dean doing it, he wants Dad, and then there's nothing for it except to tell him Dad will be back when his head stops being too big for his body and secretly hope that it'll be sooner than that. Sam's not growing fast enough.
The kids here all pick on him, so Dean's had to get in more fights than he can without attracting attention. Every time they talk on the phone, Dad says that Uncle Bobby's been telling him Dean is causing trouble and didn't they talk about staying out of trouble? But what's Dean supposed to do, let some chubby 12 year-old stomp all over his little brother? That's exactly what Sam is supposed to have Dean to protect him from.
This isn’t the first time Sam has to deal with this, and, as much as Dean hates it, he knows it won't be the last time, either. Sam's a runt, he's three inches shorter than most of the kids in his class, on top of the fact that he's perpetually "the new kid" and has to wear clothes Dean already stained years ago. Dean's been teaching him to fight since he found out about Dad's work last Christmas, but Sam always chickens out when it gets time to put it to practice, then tells Dean he chose not to fight back. It doesn't matter if he's lying or if he isn't, it still leaves Dean in a pretty tight spot. Either he disobeys Dad and gets called to the principal's office or he disobeys Dad and has to walk Sammy home with a bloody nose. Dean is going to pick the principal's office every time.
One Friday, Sam gets home with a bruise on his arm that he tries to hide from Dean and actually says he's glad it's the weekend. That's the last straw, really. Dean's been trying to convince Sam school sucks since before Sam was old enough to go to school, and if Dean can't make him feel that way, no one else is allowed to.
He doesn't find the spell by accident. Dean has known much longer than Sam just how real the stories Bobby tells them are, how authentic the weird crap lying around his house is. Dean is pretty sure the books in Bobby's library could do just about anything, and Dean's not looking for something complex. Just a few inches, that can't be so hard.
He finds a spell in the fourth book he tries that weekend while Sam is at the grocery store with Bobby and Dean is pretending to stay home so he can watch cartoons. There are only three ingredients, all of which Dean finds clearly labeled on shelves in the upstairs pantry, hidden behind a stack of sheets. Grownups really suck at hide-and-go-seek.
Dean follows the instructions, easy as pie, and reads out the words on the page carefully, hoping his enthusiasm will make up for sloppy pronunciation. The book says it will work as much as the person casting the spell wants it to, and Dean really, really wants it to work. He waits for Sam to get home and is pretty sure he's half an inch taller by dinner. He's really pretty pleased with himself by the time he's going to bed.
For all Dad and Bobby's warnings about magic being dangerous, it seems pretty idiot-proof to Dean.
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It goes a little bit terribly wrong.
Dean is shaken awake halfway through the night by someone he thinks is Bobby on first glance. It's tall enough to be Bobby, at least. But then it says Dean's name in a scared little voice Dean would recognize anywhere. And, oh boy, Dean thinks, Sam being adult-sized is going to be hard to explain tomorrow morning.
He sits up and rubs his eyes, then pinches himself just to be sure this isn't a nightmare he's having. But no, it's definitely not, and then Sam is grabbing his arm and Dean can see him growing right in front of his eyes.
It would kind of be really cool if it were just a little less scary.
"Sammy?" Dean says. "Sam, are you okay?"
"Stupid question!" Sam yells.
Dean reaches up to cover his mouth. "Quiet, Sam, you'll wake Bobby."
"Don't you think waking Bobby is a good idea right now?" Sam asks in an angry whisper. He grows an inch after saying it, and Dean wonders if maybe stressing is only going to make this happen faster.
"Calm down, okay?" Dean tries, just in case, but Sam's eyes widen with shock.
"You want me to calm down? I'm-"
"The Hulk, yeah, I can see that." Dean rolls out of bed and kicks his feet into the first shoes he finds. "Come on, Sam. I'll explain it all if you'll follow me outside."
"You know what happened?" Sam asks, his hands curling into fists. "And you want me to follow you away from Bobby? That means this is your fault."
Dean swallows hard and nods. If Sam's figured him out, and damn the little nerd he has, his best hope is that he can get Sam to take a little pity on him. Honesty, Dean figures, is the first step. Sam lifts an arm, and Dean reaches up to block him. "Hey, remember how you don't like fighting? It's a really bad time to start."
Sam sighs. "I'm not gonna hit you, stupid," he says before grabbing Dean by the collar and yanking him to the door. His feet fly from the ground; Sam doesn't even realize he's half-carrying Dean, and Dean's not about to point it out.
By the time they get outside, Sam is more than adult-sized. He's probably ten feet tall and only growing faster as time goes on.
"We're outside now," he says, planting his hands on his hips and staring down at Dean with a giant scowl. "Why is this happening to me?"
Dean kicks his feet in the dirt and tries to think of a way to put it that won't make the situation sound quite as bad as it is. "You know that TV show you like about the big red dog, Sammy?"
Dean can hardly tell Sam's tilting his head, that's how far away it's gotten. "Clifford is the reason I'm blowing up like a balloon?"
"Um, no." Dean rubs the back of his neck. "But remember how he was really little, and then that blonde chick loved him so much he grew and grew and grew?"
Sam throws his hands up in the air. "You were messing with magic and it didn't go how it was supposed to?"
"Nothing escapes you, huh, Sammy?"
"Dean, how could you do that? You know we're not allowed to play with that kind of stuff."
"Yeah, Sammy, I know, it's just..."
Sam crosses his hands over his chest. "Just what?"
"I didn't want you getting picked on anymore, and I guess I got a little too excited."
Sam's lips turn down. "I told you it wasn't that big a deal."
"Yeah, not to you, maybe." Dean shrugs. "I didn't mean for it to get this bad."
"That doesn't help, Dean. How do we fix this?"
"I...I don't know," he admits. "I guess I could do the same spell again, only I'll wish you smaller this time." Sam doesn't even reply to that, just gives Dean a pointed look, and Dean imagines his brother being picked on by ants instead of playground bullies. He coughs uncomfortably. "Okay, that's not a good idea."
"I'll say." Sam kicks the ground, sending up a cloud of dust the size of an apple tree. Dean covers his eyes and coughs through it, and Sam looks only a little bit sorry once it's settled back down. "What are we gonna do?"
Dean bites his lip. "I dunno, Sammy. I dunno how to fix it but I'll-"
Sam sits down on the floor Indian-style, almost crushing the rusty old car behind him as he does so, and begins to cry. The teardrops are heavy, they stream down his face quickly, and Sam is growing way, way too fast as he cries. The tears fall around Dean like rain the size of baseballs, and by the time Sam's starting to calm down, he's so big that his feet are almost as tall as Dean.
The morning is quickly approaching when Sam has finally stopped growing. Dean knows he should go get Bobby, but he doesn't wanna own up to using that spell just yet, and he's scared someone will wake up and see Sam before Bobby has time to fix it even if they do get him. Hiding Sam is priority, Dean decides, then he'll figure out where to go.
"Okay, Sam, first thing's first. You tired?"
"I'm really tired," he admits sadly. "But I don't think they make beds in my size. Or houses, for that matter."
"I'm gonna find you somewhere to sleep and you'll be all better before you even wake up, okay?"
Sam nods, and he looks less upset, even if his eyes are still a little red.
Dean sits on his toe and presses a reassuring hand to his brother's leg, the only part of him he can reach without climbing. "Does it hurt, Sammy?" Dean frowns. "It looks like it hurts."
Sam tries to return the reassuring touch, ends up knocking Dean over with a pat on the back. "Naw, Dean. I promise it doesn't hurt."
Dean sits quietly for a few minutes, trying to feel less guilty because, well, at least Sam's not in pain. He looks up and laughs. "You must be about 100 feet tall."
"I was thinking 60."
"Nah," Dean answers. "Definitely 100. At the very least." Sam yawns loudly. "C'mon, Sammy. Let's get going, okay? Gotta find somewhere big enough to hide you for a few hours."
Sam smacks his lips sleepily, looks around with squinting eyes, and then begins to walk off. He's going in the opposite direction of what Dean had in mind, but Dean figures he can see a hell of a lot farther which way they're less likely to have problems, so he follows without putting up a fight.
Each of Sam's steps shakes the earth, and Dean has trouble keeping up. He runs after his brother as fast as he can, but he's mostly trailing, and he falls over from the trembling of the ground under his feet as often as he catches up to Sam. "Jesus," he shouts up. "You're like Samzilla, quit stomping."
"What?" Sam yells back. He stops walking, giving Dean the time to reach him, and then bends down so his face is looming over Dean's. "I can't hear you all the way up there."
"I said quit walking so fast, I can't keep up."
"I'm going slowly," Sam replies. He reaches out, picking Dean up between two fingers. Dean falls back onto his palm and does his best to glare at his brother when he raises him to his face. "Better?"
"No," Dean says, kicking one of Sam's fingers. It's taller than he is. "You're my little brother! You're not allowed to pick me up."
Sam laughs. "And you're not allowed to use spells. Besides, I could squash you like a bug right now. You can't boss me around."
Sam places Dean on one of his shoulders after this little speech, and he nearly falls off from the shock of how far away the ground looks. He manages to hold on, however, and, after a few deep breaths, he has enough presence of mind to look out and see what Sam is walking toward. There's a cornfield not far away (well, probably at least two miles, but not far for Sam to walk), and Dean realizes it's the perfect solution. It'll be comfortable to lie in, with the stalks providing a kind of blanket over the ground and assuring Sam won't lie on anything sharp.
Once Sam's walked around in the field a little to clear it out, he places Dean on the ground and carefully lies down far enough away to be sure he won't hurt Dean by accident. Dean walks over to him once he looks comfortable and climbs fingers until he can sit on one of his brother's hands. Sam watches him with a pout. "Dean, are you sure we'll be able to fix it? I won't be stuck out here forever, right?"
"You know I will," Dean answers patting Sam's pinky. "It'll be fine in a few hours."
Sam doesn't look entirely convinced. "I'm scared," he says quietly. "I don't wanna sleep out here alone."
"Okay," Dean says. "I'll stay right here."
"Promise?" Sam asks.
"Promise."
Sam nods against the cornhusks and smiles faintly. "I guess it was kinda cool."
Dean smiles. "It was awesome, Sammy. Go to sleep."
Sam's breathing is surprisingly soft despite his size. It's weird to see: the world's biggest eight year-old, curled up on one side, looking like the scared kid he is even though there's not much out there that could hurt him right now. Dean almost likes that idea so much he doesn't want Sam to change back.
He watches Sam sleep a little while longer, then hops down and sets off for Bobby's.
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"There a reason you're emptying out my pantry, boy?"
Dean jumps hearing Bobby's voice from the doorway and turns slowly. He hides the trash bag of food behind his back guiltily and smiles. "Um. I was really hungry?" Bobby's expression doesn't even change. He just stares Dean down until Dean breaks. "I was packing Sam's lunch."
"Pretty sure Sam doesn't need much more than an entire loaf of bread to get through the day," Bobby points out, grabbing the bag of sandwich bread out of Dean's hands and dangling it in front of him.
"He's a growing boy?" Dean laughs awkwardly. "You know what? You're right, we should just go ahead to school. See you later, Bobby."
Dean feels a sharp tug of his shirt caught on something and stumbles back into the pantry. "Yeah, I don't think so," Bobby says. "You wanna tell me what's going on? And why your brother isn't in his room?"
Dean puts his hands up and makes what he hopes will pass for an innocent expression. "Probably so excited to learn he ran off to school all on his own. You know how he is about-"
"Dean, what did you do with your brother?"
Dean smiles sheepishly. "I left him in a field because I accidentally made him King Kong," he says in a rush, as if it's all one word, and he sincerely hopes Bobby won't catch what he's actually saying.
Of course, Bobby does. "You what?" he screams, still not letting go of Dean's shirt.
Dean fidgets in his hold. "I went into the library and did a spell and now Sam is a giant."
To Dean's surprise, Bobby relaxes a little then and finally Dean manages to squirm until he's completely free. "Show me the spell," Bobby says resignedly.
Dean very obediently does so, and Bobby actually laughs once the whole thing's been explained. Which makes Dean laugh, too, even though he doesn't really get the joke, because Dean's sure Bobby wouldn't laugh if Sam were going to be stuck. "You're an idiot," Bobby tells Dean as he pulls on his jacket. "Now let's go find your brother before someone else finds him and the crop circles and decide he's an alien threat."
Bobby drives them as close as they can get without actually parking at the farm Sam's sleeping in and tipping the owners off to the enormous child in their backyard. Dean is relieved to see he hasn't woken up yet, which means he didn't find out Dean broke his promise and freak out. Dean climbs back onto his hand and attacks one of Sam's fingers until Sam finally starts to blink awake.
"What happened?" he asks, sitting up. He sees Dean in his hand and his eyes begin to well up with tears. "I'm still huge," he sobs hysterically. "I'm going to be huge forever!"
Dean shakes his head, hoping he looks confident and reassuring and not just really, really sorry again. He points to the ground. "But Bobby's here?"
Sam follows the direction Dean is indicating. "Oh," he says, immediately calming. "Hi, Bobby."
"Damn," Bobby says, head thrown all the way back as he measures Sam up. "You must be about 40 feet tall."
"100," Sam corrects, wiping his hand over his nose and sniffling one last time. "We're pretty sure."
Bobby laughs. "You can't be taller than 45, Sam," he says, and then he looks at Dean. "Which is still pretty impressive."
"You can fix it, right?" Sam asks.
Bobby nods. "I've got everything we need in the car. Come on, Dean. Help me carry."
Walking to and from the car takes half an hour collectively, but the actual reverse spell is over in five minutes once they've gotten back to the field. It's not gradual, Bobby's much better at magic than Dean, so Sam just makes a popping sound and is suddenly back to his proper, shrimpy height.
Sam looks down to make sure he's the right size, lets out a sigh of relief, then walks up to Dean and kicks him in the ankle. Dean doesn't even fight back, figures Sam gets a free pass this time.
"That was scary," Sam says, walking past Dean and taking Bobby's hand. "Can we get ice cream, Uncle Bobby?"
Bobby smiles. "Yeah, all right. You boys won't make school anyway."
"But Dean's not invited," Sam clarifies, though he looks back at Dean with a smile.
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In the summer of 1999, Sam has a growth spurt. After years of being the smallest boy in his class, he gets all gangly and awkward, and his head begins to be cut off the top of pictures. By September, he's taller than Dean.
Dean panics at first, then he's just pissed. Little brothers are supposed to stay little.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, Bobby (gen)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,283
Author’s Note: So about 800 years ago, obstinatrix and I got to tweeting about how funny it would be if Sam's height difference were even more exaggerated. I said I would write it for her birthday. Probably this is not what she was expecting/hoping for as "Dean climbing Sam's cock like a mountain" came up more than once, but it is also possible that I spent too much of my childhood with Clifford and now everyone must suffer. I hope this is at least somewhat amusing, love! Happiest of birthdays to you! I love your ass (and the other parts of you, as well). ♥ So many thanks to morganoconner for the remarkably speedy beta! This verse now comes with TWO awesome pieces of art. One directly inspired by it by calmena found here and one vaguely inspired by it by ordinaryink found here.
Summary: Sam starts getting picked on at school because of how small he is, so Dean finds a spell to make him bigger. Only Dean's not very good at spells, it turns out.
In the spring of 1992, Sam and Dean get stuck at Bobby's for three and a half months.
It's not that either of them dislikes Uncle Bobby-Uncle Bobby is awesome. Usually hanging out at his place is the best. There's enough land to run on and cars to hide in, and it passes for a playground. Bobby tells cool stories and has tons of weird things in his house, and Sam always knows the best questions to ask to get him talking so long he dozes off, leaving them free to sneak away and explore all the stuff he says they're not old enough to play with. There's always a hot meal, and Bobby doesn't know any of the food groups except meat, salt, and beer (though he only shares the first two).
But most of the time when they're at Bobby's it's the summer: three glorious months of sunshine, sleeping in, and almost no one to tell them what to do. Just Dean and his little brother. Sam never asks why they move so much because they don't all season, which means Sam is happy and Dean's doing his job right. Now it's not vacation, they go to a school that sucks as much as every other school Dean's ever been to, and Sam asks when Dad'll be back, and Dean never knows what to tell him. Dad says Dean's too young to go on hunts, he has to take care of Sammy. Which, Dean obviously knows that, Dean's happy to do it and can manage just fine. It's just that sometimes Sam doesn't want Dean doing it, he wants Dad, and then there's nothing for it except to tell him Dad will be back when his head stops being too big for his body and secretly hope that it'll be sooner than that. Sam's not growing fast enough.
The kids here all pick on him, so Dean's had to get in more fights than he can without attracting attention. Every time they talk on the phone, Dad says that Uncle Bobby's been telling him Dean is causing trouble and didn't they talk about staying out of trouble? But what's Dean supposed to do, let some chubby 12 year-old stomp all over his little brother? That's exactly what Sam is supposed to have Dean to protect him from.
This isn’t the first time Sam has to deal with this, and, as much as Dean hates it, he knows it won't be the last time, either. Sam's a runt, he's three inches shorter than most of the kids in his class, on top of the fact that he's perpetually "the new kid" and has to wear clothes Dean already stained years ago. Dean's been teaching him to fight since he found out about Dad's work last Christmas, but Sam always chickens out when it gets time to put it to practice, then tells Dean he chose not to fight back. It doesn't matter if he's lying or if he isn't, it still leaves Dean in a pretty tight spot. Either he disobeys Dad and gets called to the principal's office or he disobeys Dad and has to walk Sammy home with a bloody nose. Dean is going to pick the principal's office every time.
One Friday, Sam gets home with a bruise on his arm that he tries to hide from Dean and actually says he's glad it's the weekend. That's the last straw, really. Dean's been trying to convince Sam school sucks since before Sam was old enough to go to school, and if Dean can't make him feel that way, no one else is allowed to.
He doesn't find the spell by accident. Dean has known much longer than Sam just how real the stories Bobby tells them are, how authentic the weird crap lying around his house is. Dean is pretty sure the books in Bobby's library could do just about anything, and Dean's not looking for something complex. Just a few inches, that can't be so hard.
He finds a spell in the fourth book he tries that weekend while Sam is at the grocery store with Bobby and Dean is pretending to stay home so he can watch cartoons. There are only three ingredients, all of which Dean finds clearly labeled on shelves in the upstairs pantry, hidden behind a stack of sheets. Grownups really suck at hide-and-go-seek.
Dean follows the instructions, easy as pie, and reads out the words on the page carefully, hoping his enthusiasm will make up for sloppy pronunciation. The book says it will work as much as the person casting the spell wants it to, and Dean really, really wants it to work. He waits for Sam to get home and is pretty sure he's half an inch taller by dinner. He's really pretty pleased with himself by the time he's going to bed.
For all Dad and Bobby's warnings about magic being dangerous, it seems pretty idiot-proof to Dean.
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It goes a little bit terribly wrong.
Dean is shaken awake halfway through the night by someone he thinks is Bobby on first glance. It's tall enough to be Bobby, at least. But then it says Dean's name in a scared little voice Dean would recognize anywhere. And, oh boy, Dean thinks, Sam being adult-sized is going to be hard to explain tomorrow morning.
He sits up and rubs his eyes, then pinches himself just to be sure this isn't a nightmare he's having. But no, it's definitely not, and then Sam is grabbing his arm and Dean can see him growing right in front of his eyes.
It would kind of be really cool if it were just a little less scary.
"Sammy?" Dean says. "Sam, are you okay?"
"Stupid question!" Sam yells.
Dean reaches up to cover his mouth. "Quiet, Sam, you'll wake Bobby."
"Don't you think waking Bobby is a good idea right now?" Sam asks in an angry whisper. He grows an inch after saying it, and Dean wonders if maybe stressing is only going to make this happen faster.
"Calm down, okay?" Dean tries, just in case, but Sam's eyes widen with shock.
"You want me to calm down? I'm-"
"The Hulk, yeah, I can see that." Dean rolls out of bed and kicks his feet into the first shoes he finds. "Come on, Sam. I'll explain it all if you'll follow me outside."
"You know what happened?" Sam asks, his hands curling into fists. "And you want me to follow you away from Bobby? That means this is your fault."
Dean swallows hard and nods. If Sam's figured him out, and damn the little nerd he has, his best hope is that he can get Sam to take a little pity on him. Honesty, Dean figures, is the first step. Sam lifts an arm, and Dean reaches up to block him. "Hey, remember how you don't like fighting? It's a really bad time to start."
Sam sighs. "I'm not gonna hit you, stupid," he says before grabbing Dean by the collar and yanking him to the door. His feet fly from the ground; Sam doesn't even realize he's half-carrying Dean, and Dean's not about to point it out.
By the time they get outside, Sam is more than adult-sized. He's probably ten feet tall and only growing faster as time goes on.
"We're outside now," he says, planting his hands on his hips and staring down at Dean with a giant scowl. "Why is this happening to me?"
Dean kicks his feet in the dirt and tries to think of a way to put it that won't make the situation sound quite as bad as it is. "You know that TV show you like about the big red dog, Sammy?"
Dean can hardly tell Sam's tilting his head, that's how far away it's gotten. "Clifford is the reason I'm blowing up like a balloon?"
"Um, no." Dean rubs the back of his neck. "But remember how he was really little, and then that blonde chick loved him so much he grew and grew and grew?"
Sam throws his hands up in the air. "You were messing with magic and it didn't go how it was supposed to?"
"Nothing escapes you, huh, Sammy?"
"Dean, how could you do that? You know we're not allowed to play with that kind of stuff."
"Yeah, Sammy, I know, it's just..."
Sam crosses his hands over his chest. "Just what?"
"I didn't want you getting picked on anymore, and I guess I got a little too excited."
Sam's lips turn down. "I told you it wasn't that big a deal."
"Yeah, not to you, maybe." Dean shrugs. "I didn't mean for it to get this bad."
"That doesn't help, Dean. How do we fix this?"
"I...I don't know," he admits. "I guess I could do the same spell again, only I'll wish you smaller this time." Sam doesn't even reply to that, just gives Dean a pointed look, and Dean imagines his brother being picked on by ants instead of playground bullies. He coughs uncomfortably. "Okay, that's not a good idea."
"I'll say." Sam kicks the ground, sending up a cloud of dust the size of an apple tree. Dean covers his eyes and coughs through it, and Sam looks only a little bit sorry once it's settled back down. "What are we gonna do?"
Dean bites his lip. "I dunno, Sammy. I dunno how to fix it but I'll-"
Sam sits down on the floor Indian-style, almost crushing the rusty old car behind him as he does so, and begins to cry. The teardrops are heavy, they stream down his face quickly, and Sam is growing way, way too fast as he cries. The tears fall around Dean like rain the size of baseballs, and by the time Sam's starting to calm down, he's so big that his feet are almost as tall as Dean.
The morning is quickly approaching when Sam has finally stopped growing. Dean knows he should go get Bobby, but he doesn't wanna own up to using that spell just yet, and he's scared someone will wake up and see Sam before Bobby has time to fix it even if they do get him. Hiding Sam is priority, Dean decides, then he'll figure out where to go.
"Okay, Sam, first thing's first. You tired?"
"I'm really tired," he admits sadly. "But I don't think they make beds in my size. Or houses, for that matter."
"I'm gonna find you somewhere to sleep and you'll be all better before you even wake up, okay?"
Sam nods, and he looks less upset, even if his eyes are still a little red.
Dean sits on his toe and presses a reassuring hand to his brother's leg, the only part of him he can reach without climbing. "Does it hurt, Sammy?" Dean frowns. "It looks like it hurts."
Sam tries to return the reassuring touch, ends up knocking Dean over with a pat on the back. "Naw, Dean. I promise it doesn't hurt."
Dean sits quietly for a few minutes, trying to feel less guilty because, well, at least Sam's not in pain. He looks up and laughs. "You must be about 100 feet tall."
"I was thinking 60."
"Nah," Dean answers. "Definitely 100. At the very least." Sam yawns loudly. "C'mon, Sammy. Let's get going, okay? Gotta find somewhere big enough to hide you for a few hours."
Sam smacks his lips sleepily, looks around with squinting eyes, and then begins to walk off. He's going in the opposite direction of what Dean had in mind, but Dean figures he can see a hell of a lot farther which way they're less likely to have problems, so he follows without putting up a fight.
Each of Sam's steps shakes the earth, and Dean has trouble keeping up. He runs after his brother as fast as he can, but he's mostly trailing, and he falls over from the trembling of the ground under his feet as often as he catches up to Sam. "Jesus," he shouts up. "You're like Samzilla, quit stomping."
"What?" Sam yells back. He stops walking, giving Dean the time to reach him, and then bends down so his face is looming over Dean's. "I can't hear you all the way up there."
"I said quit walking so fast, I can't keep up."
"I'm going slowly," Sam replies. He reaches out, picking Dean up between two fingers. Dean falls back onto his palm and does his best to glare at his brother when he raises him to his face. "Better?"
"No," Dean says, kicking one of Sam's fingers. It's taller than he is. "You're my little brother! You're not allowed to pick me up."
Sam laughs. "And you're not allowed to use spells. Besides, I could squash you like a bug right now. You can't boss me around."
Sam places Dean on one of his shoulders after this little speech, and he nearly falls off from the shock of how far away the ground looks. He manages to hold on, however, and, after a few deep breaths, he has enough presence of mind to look out and see what Sam is walking toward. There's a cornfield not far away (well, probably at least two miles, but not far for Sam to walk), and Dean realizes it's the perfect solution. It'll be comfortable to lie in, with the stalks providing a kind of blanket over the ground and assuring Sam won't lie on anything sharp.
Once Sam's walked around in the field a little to clear it out, he places Dean on the ground and carefully lies down far enough away to be sure he won't hurt Dean by accident. Dean walks over to him once he looks comfortable and climbs fingers until he can sit on one of his brother's hands. Sam watches him with a pout. "Dean, are you sure we'll be able to fix it? I won't be stuck out here forever, right?"
"You know I will," Dean answers patting Sam's pinky. "It'll be fine in a few hours."
Sam doesn't look entirely convinced. "I'm scared," he says quietly. "I don't wanna sleep out here alone."
"Okay," Dean says. "I'll stay right here."
"Promise?" Sam asks.
"Promise."
Sam nods against the cornhusks and smiles faintly. "I guess it was kinda cool."
Dean smiles. "It was awesome, Sammy. Go to sleep."
Sam's breathing is surprisingly soft despite his size. It's weird to see: the world's biggest eight year-old, curled up on one side, looking like the scared kid he is even though there's not much out there that could hurt him right now. Dean almost likes that idea so much he doesn't want Sam to change back.
He watches Sam sleep a little while longer, then hops down and sets off for Bobby's.
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"There a reason you're emptying out my pantry, boy?"
Dean jumps hearing Bobby's voice from the doorway and turns slowly. He hides the trash bag of food behind his back guiltily and smiles. "Um. I was really hungry?" Bobby's expression doesn't even change. He just stares Dean down until Dean breaks. "I was packing Sam's lunch."
"Pretty sure Sam doesn't need much more than an entire loaf of bread to get through the day," Bobby points out, grabbing the bag of sandwich bread out of Dean's hands and dangling it in front of him.
"He's a growing boy?" Dean laughs awkwardly. "You know what? You're right, we should just go ahead to school. See you later, Bobby."
Dean feels a sharp tug of his shirt caught on something and stumbles back into the pantry. "Yeah, I don't think so," Bobby says. "You wanna tell me what's going on? And why your brother isn't in his room?"
Dean puts his hands up and makes what he hopes will pass for an innocent expression. "Probably so excited to learn he ran off to school all on his own. You know how he is about-"
"Dean, what did you do with your brother?"
Dean smiles sheepishly. "I left him in a field because I accidentally made him King Kong," he says in a rush, as if it's all one word, and he sincerely hopes Bobby won't catch what he's actually saying.
Of course, Bobby does. "You what?" he screams, still not letting go of Dean's shirt.
Dean fidgets in his hold. "I went into the library and did a spell and now Sam is a giant."
To Dean's surprise, Bobby relaxes a little then and finally Dean manages to squirm until he's completely free. "Show me the spell," Bobby says resignedly.
Dean very obediently does so, and Bobby actually laughs once the whole thing's been explained. Which makes Dean laugh, too, even though he doesn't really get the joke, because Dean's sure Bobby wouldn't laugh if Sam were going to be stuck. "You're an idiot," Bobby tells Dean as he pulls on his jacket. "Now let's go find your brother before someone else finds him and the crop circles and decide he's an alien threat."
Bobby drives them as close as they can get without actually parking at the farm Sam's sleeping in and tipping the owners off to the enormous child in their backyard. Dean is relieved to see he hasn't woken up yet, which means he didn't find out Dean broke his promise and freak out. Dean climbs back onto his hand and attacks one of Sam's fingers until Sam finally starts to blink awake.
"What happened?" he asks, sitting up. He sees Dean in his hand and his eyes begin to well up with tears. "I'm still huge," he sobs hysterically. "I'm going to be huge forever!"
Dean shakes his head, hoping he looks confident and reassuring and not just really, really sorry again. He points to the ground. "But Bobby's here?"
Sam follows the direction Dean is indicating. "Oh," he says, immediately calming. "Hi, Bobby."
"Damn," Bobby says, head thrown all the way back as he measures Sam up. "You must be about 40 feet tall."
"100," Sam corrects, wiping his hand over his nose and sniffling one last time. "We're pretty sure."
Bobby laughs. "You can't be taller than 45, Sam," he says, and then he looks at Dean. "Which is still pretty impressive."
"You can fix it, right?" Sam asks.
Bobby nods. "I've got everything we need in the car. Come on, Dean. Help me carry."
Walking to and from the car takes half an hour collectively, but the actual reverse spell is over in five minutes once they've gotten back to the field. It's not gradual, Bobby's much better at magic than Dean, so Sam just makes a popping sound and is suddenly back to his proper, shrimpy height.
Sam looks down to make sure he's the right size, lets out a sigh of relief, then walks up to Dean and kicks him in the ankle. Dean doesn't even fight back, figures Sam gets a free pass this time.
"That was scary," Sam says, walking past Dean and taking Bobby's hand. "Can we get ice cream, Uncle Bobby?"
Bobby smiles. "Yeah, all right. You boys won't make school anyway."
"But Dean's not invited," Sam clarifies, though he looks back at Dean with a smile.
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In the summer of 1999, Sam has a growth spurt. After years of being the smallest boy in his class, he gets all gangly and awkward, and his head begins to be cut off the top of pictures. By September, he's taller than Dean.
Dean panics at first, then he's just pissed. Little brothers are supposed to stay little.