Friggin Witches 1/?

Witches. Friggin witches. Dean and Sam were hunting a witch that loved to mess and toy around with her victims and they were close to ganking the bitch. Though it didn't go as planned. A bright flash of light and a gunshot was all dean remembered before he passed out. Opening his eyes after a few hours, he noticed there was no Sam and no witch in sight, he was in a bedroom. Probably the witches he thought dryly. He stood up to look around and headed towards the window. "Sam you better not have taken my baby" he muttered, it would explain why Sam wasn't there though why would Sam leave dean passed out in the witches room. He looked out of the window and what he saw made him pale and he would admit he may have lost control of his bladder.

Sam. He was gigantic, colossal even. Dean gulped as the realisation hit him. He backed up from the window and sat on the bed in the room. The witch had shrunk him like she did with her other victims except this time he wasn't toyed with until she got bored and squished under foot, he was just small and in her dollhouse. Dean didn't even think about leaving the bedroom. No doubt the whole dollhouse was booby trapped in case her victims tried to escape before she could play with them. He also remembered the gunshot he heard before he blacked out and realised that Sam must have shot, killed the witch and began looking for his older brother.

Taking a few deep breaths, dean walked up to the window. He had to get Sams attention somehow, even if seeing his younger brother the size of a skyscraper was scary as hell. "SAMMY!" He shouted as loud as he could though Sam didn't even give any indication that he had heard dean. Right. New plan. He kept an eye on Sam as he tried to think and maybe he didn't even have to do much. Sam was heading over to the dollhouse, maybe the pieces had clicked for him after searching one side of the room. One giant eye peered into the window after a few minutes and dean took his chance. He shouted for Sam again and waved his arms, the giant had noticed him. He couldn't help the look of relief he got when Sam had spotted him.

Sam opened up the dollhouse but didn't do anything else apart from that. He looked at dean with a concerned frown. "Dean, are you alright?" He asked him and dean flinched at the volume of his voice. "Keep it down and I'm as alright as you'd expect someone to be in this situation" he muttered. He was slightly terrified in all honesty but he would never admit that to Sam, he wouldn't even admit it to himself.

Sam went to reach for dean but the older hunter backed away. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asked him, slightly pissed off. "We need to get out of here dean and unless you want to attempt to walk out of this house, I have to pick you up" Sam sighed and placed his hand against the dollhouse, palm up. He was asking this time and dean could tell that. Dean sighed and slowly walked onto the palm in front of him. His feet kept sinking into the skin and he almost fell on the uneven surface a few times. He stood still in the middle of the palm, this was a whole new level of weird and crazy. Sam meanwhile used all his willpower not to flinch at the tiny feet  and almost weightless brother in his hand. Dean was just about the same size as his thumb. It was scary and almost adorable at the same time. Walking out of the house with a small man in his hand would look very weird and Sam had come up with a plan, which dean kept stubbornly refusing to do. Sam carefully dropped his brother into his shirts chest pocket and left the house. It was a good thing he drove there and had the keys, otherwise there would be a major problem. Sam got into the impala and started the long drive back to the bunker.