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Like a friggin’ ghost, Castiel appears out of nowhere at the end of the table.

“What’s a ‘DILF’?”

Dean raises his head from his book at the same time as Sam. They meet each other’s eyes across the table and promptly enter into a silent battle of wills.

Sam raises his eyebrows. Dean shakes his head subtly. Sam frowns and narrows his eyes. Dean frowns back and flicks his eyes pointedly to Castiel. Sam purses his lips. Dean flicks his eyes to Castiel again. And then Sam wins the argument by cheating, deliberately looking back down at his book on extinct South American languages and doing his best impression of someone who hadn’t even heard the question. He makes an exaggerated show of turning his page and peering closely at the text, even making stupid little noises of interest like the book is the most fascinating thing he’s ever read, and Dean’s frown deepens into a scowl.

“Did you hear my question?” Castiel asks.

Dean sighs, makes a mental note to throw in a red shirt with Sam’s next laundry load of whites, and shuts his own book.

“Where did you hear it, Cas?”

“At the mall,” Castiel answers immediately. “There was a group of adolescents and I heard one of them say the word to her friend.”

“Okay, Cas. Number one? Stop spying on teenagers at the mall, it’s fucking creepy.”

“But I learn so much from them,” Castiel protests.

“And B, ’DILF’ isn’t a word, it’s an acronym. It means… well, it means ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck,” he says bluntly, deciding to just spit it out, because god knows that using subtlety on Cas doesn’t always have the best track record. “They were saying they thought some older guy there was hot. Usually you don’t hear ‘DILF’ that often though. ‘MILF’ – or Mom I’d Like to Fuck – is a lot more common. It’s pretty popular in some circles, there’s an entire porn niche dedicated to ‘MILF’s. Hell, I’ve even heard of ‘GILF’s before.”

“He doesn’t need an entire lesson on your disturbing porn-watching habits,” Sam mutters from the side of his mouth, without looking up from his book.

“Hey, he asked,” Dean snaps back. “I’m just being thorough – since someone here is zero help.”

“I see,” Castiel says, ignoring their bickering. He looks thoughtful, like he’s pondering something. “…so I’m considered a ‘DILF’?”

“Christ, they were talking about you? Of course they were,” Dean mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. He sighs and straightens up a little. “Not really, Cas, you gotta be a dad to be a ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’, and your…whatever it is…with Claire doesn’t really count, you’re not technically her dad.” He mulls it over for a second, then shrugs. “I guess you’re just an ‘Angel I’d Like to Fuck’.”

Castiel looks surprised and pleased. “Thank you, Dean. I find you extremely attractive as well.”

It takes Dean about 1.6 seconds to process what just happened. 

“Wait a second – that’s not what I –“

But Castiel, the flighty bastard, is already striding out of the library just as quickly and efficiently as he’d appeared, apparently satisfied now that his question was answered. The bottom of his trenchcoat disappears around the corner.

“ – meant,” Dean finishes lamely. He grits his teeth in annoyance and tears his eyes away from the empty doorway - straight into Sam’s smug face and knowing smile.

“Smooth, Dean. Real smooth.”

“….you know that’s not what I meant!” he tries again.

“Uh huh. Whatever you say.” Sam looks back at his book and turns the page again, still wearing a stupid smirk on his face.

Dean glares down at the table. “Wasn’t what I fucking meant,” he mutters under his breath. Although he’s not sure if he’s still trying to convince Sam, or himself.

…and how the hell is he supposed to pronounce ‘AILF’ anyways?

What if one evening Dean found 'queering the map' while getting drunk to numb his pain of missing Cas and read some of the stories on there and then the next time missing Cas got unbearable he went back and one by one started adding his own lil snippets to the map, as if he was talking to Cas.

📍"This is the barn where we met for the first time (on this plane anyways). I stabbed you. You smiled at me. I knew nothing back then"

📍"I took you to this Den of Equity. In reality it was an excuse to spend the last night on earth with you."

📍"This is where I came up from purgatory, without you. Did you know I kept seeing you everywhere? Did you know I was thinking about coming back to find you?"

📍"We had some mean burgers here. Or rather I did. You ordered your usual - coffee, not to seem too suspicious. I don't know if you realized but you drank a sip or two that time. Little human things. It made me smile into my own cup. It made me hopeful"

📍"Once again you touched me to heal me and I thought to myself I could take any pain, even hell, if it meant I could feel your tender touch again"

📍"I buried your ashes here. There was a brook with a windmill nearby, a field full of forget-me-nots. As if I could ever forget you"

📍"There is a haunted house here. Or rather was (me and Sam took care of that) I killed myself here today. Briefly. But maybe I wanted it to stick this time."

📍"This phone booth is my favourite place in the whole wide world now. I still see you in its faint glow. So real, so solid, alive."

📍"You died here. After you told me I was the one thing you wanted and couldn't have. But you had me, sweetheart, you did, you do."

📍"Tomorrow we'll open a portal here. All the ingredients are gathered. The spells are ready. Tomorrow I'll get to kiss you for the first time."

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shake them from my troublesome mind

We should get a house, he thinks. Open floor plan. 

No doors. One bedroom. 

He grimaces, letting his forehead rest against the wooden door leading to Cas’ room. He’s not sure where that last part came from, but he’s also not particularly sober, and he’s pretty sure the pain meds he still takes for the rebar wound which would’ve finished him if the paramedics hadn’t arrived when they did are making him a little goofy. Sure would explain why he’s hovering outside his friend’s bedroom door at four in the morning, running on no sleep and an ungodly cocktail of shit in his system. 

The concrete floor is cold under his bare feet. The hallway is pitch black and unwelcoming, and he presses an ear against the door, listening for a sign that Cas is still alive in there, anything. Silence pushes down on him, suffocates him like the cold does. He hates how used to it he is. 

“Cas?” he mutters, half out of his mind. 

No response. 

He turns the doorknob and peeks inside, barely able to make out the silhouette of a bed and the person occupying it. A weight falls from his chest, relief making him weak at the knees. What did you expect? the voice in his head taunts. In the room completely void of personal touches he lies curled up on one side, but there’s a slight movement, a chest rising and falling under the duvet and additional blankets. Thank fuck for that. 

Castiel sleeps like the dead, and Dean should feel bad for perving on his friend like this, but he’s owed this. For all the times Castiel watched him sleep, and for leaving Dean like he did. Dean’s paranoia this time around is justified, and if someone asks he’ll say he does it to check that the guy hasn’t gone behind his back and made another deal that ends with Castiel dead and Dean alone again.

Tired and aching he goes to sit down on the foot end of the bed. His feet and hands have begun to go numb from the cold, and he feels underdressed in his PJs and a long sleeved shirt, but that’s fine – everything’ll be fine as long as Cas’s alive and breathing and under the same roof as Dean. Dean wonders again if Cas would even want to come with him if he decided to move out. Sure, Cas dropped the L-word, but he’d always been willing to die for Dean and Dean's always returned the sentiment. Willing to live for him? With him? That’s a whole nother question. Dean loves Cas, but the question isn’t how he feels, it’s what they’re going to do. What they’ll be, what this makes them. There are many ways you can love a person, and even more ways to let them down, and Dean hasn’t loved a person he hasn’t also let down. 

It’s stupid. It’s a pipe dream. But he feels like if he just gets it right this time around, if he’s good enough and plays his cards right then he’ll never have to lose anyone ever again and hey, maybe they can even have some peace while they’re at it. He has loved Cas for a long time, and sometimes it’s almost been like that, like they’re some kind of almost-thing. 

Castiel sighs in his sleep, and Dean feels a corner of his mouth tick up into a smile. Exasperated, even when he’s comatosed; that’s his angel. What does it matter that he can’t feel his feet when the core of him is warm and whole again, something he was so sure would never happen again. He’s still healing, from the physical injury and the grief, but there’s hope added to the mix now. He didn’t have that before. 

He’s not sure how much time has passed by the time Castiel wakes up, dazed and somehow not surprised. 

“Dean. What are you doing here?” he asks, voice grovel-rough as he sits up and rubs his face. 

“Just checkin’ on you,” Dean replies, trying to keep his teeth from shattering. 

“You’re freezing,” Castiel notes with a frown, then glances at the watch on the nightstand. “Why didn’t you wake me?” 

“You need your sleep.”

“So do you,” Castiel says. Dean smiles in the near-complete darkness, helpless to the crashing waves of fondness for the man on the other side of the bed. I love you, you know. He loves him so much it leaves no room for oxygen in his lungs, he suffocates on the affection and longing and want. Shit, this is what they’re all singing about, Plant and Hetfield and Van Zant, isn’t it?

“You’re freezing,” Castiel repeats. Like he’s pleading with Dean, begging him to stop being an idiot. “Sleep or coffee?” 

“Coffee,” Dean decides, unsure of how much he sounded like he just agreed to a marriage proposal. 

— 

It’s difficult to leave Castiel alone, but in Dean’s defence, he really goddamn missed him. It doesn’t help that every monster in the midwest seems to be on permanent siesta and that there’s literally nothing else for him to do. No distractions, nothing to drown himself in except Castiel’s voice, and even Sam would agree that that’s healthier than drowning himself in his usual booze. 

“I know what you’re thinking, that I should give him more space,” Dean mutters to Sam as Castiel leaves the kitchen to retrieve his phone. Sam looks up from the tablet he’s been hunched over for the past hour, half-empty coffee mugs and empty plates scattered around him. Huh. 

“What? I didn’t think that,” he says distractedly. Dean feels his ears heat up and picks up the knife he was using and resumes chopping his onions. (He’d been fully prepared to abandon his food prep and walk with Cas to his room, and then he realized that yeah, he is insane.) 

“I’m not insane,” Dean argues, staring at the onion, daring it to make him cry. “I’m fine.” He’s not doing that anymore. 

“Totally,” Sam agrees vaguely. 

“Good talk,” Dean concludes, slicing through the onions with a little more force than necessary. How far away is Cas’ room? Fifteen steps? He should be back by now. 

He takes a deep breath. 

“Are you in love with Eileen?” he asks abruptly, and that seems to get Sam’s attention for real. 

“Uh. We – I mean. Yeah.” Sam scratches his neck, looking flustered. “Yeah, man.” 

“How do you –“ Dean starts, but cuts himself off before his mouth decides to finish that sentence. “Nevermind.”

This is going to be the world’s most finely chopped onion. 

“How do I know?” Sam asks stiltedly, then sighs. “Dean…” 

“Nuh-uh. That’s not where that was going. Shut up, Sam.” 

Castiel returns, phone in hand, and just the sight of him is enough to loosen the tightness in Dean’s chest. He shoots Sam a warning look, and Sam just shakes his head and returns to his tablet. 

“Wanna help me with those?” Dean asks Castiel and nods toward the potatoes that still need peeling. Castiel hums and steps up to the counter next to Dean, taking the peeler in one hand and a potato in the other. “Man, one day I’d like to live in a real house again. With a nice kitchen.” 

Castiel glances at him, looking a little surprised. 

“You want to move out?” 

“Not – not just me, I’ve just been thinking about… well, we’re not gonna stay here forever, are we?” 

Castiel frowns down at the half-peeled potato in his hand. 

“Oh. No, I suppose not.”

“What, you wanna stay here?” The place definitely has its pros, most of them relating to the heavy warding and the mouthwatering garage, but especially lately, Dean hasn’t been able to shake the feeling of being stuck down here. Plus, it really is too large for three people. Definitely too large for two, if Sam decides to settle down with Eileen further down the line. Too much space and too much history. Some mornings he looks at the shower walls and all he can see is his own grief in the tiles, and he has to remember that Castiel is back with him again, living and breathing and sleeping in a windowless cell which is less than he deserves but he’s back and – 

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Castiel mutters finally and despite himself, Dean goes cold. 

“Hey, you’re coming with me,” Dean says, and the fumes seems to finally have hit his eyes because they go itchy and god fucking damn it. “Fuck.” He rubs his eyes. “Shit, fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Castiel asks, turning to him immediately.

“Fine, it's just the onion,” he sniffles, and walks over to get some hot water running in the sink, hoping the steam will dispel the itchy fumes. He’s uncomfortably aware of Sam’s presence in the room – he doesn’t need an audience for this, but he’s apparently also incapable of shutting up. “Cas, if I’m moving out, you’re, uh. You’re welcome to stay with me.” He peers at Castiel through watery eyes. Hope flickers across Castiel’s face. 

“Do you mean that?” 

“Yes, of course. Of course, man.”

“Some place with windows?” Dean smiles through his itchy, swollen eyes at the hopeful note in Castiel’s voice.

“Yeah. Some place with windows.”

— 

He doesn’t cling to Castiel, except he totally does. He can’t help it, can feel his body get up from the couch whenever Castiel does, mirroring his every move, and he’s not hovering, he’s just… possibly related, he’s not sleeping, either, spending most nights awake obsessing over the angel fifty feet away. Over their past. Their future. 

I love you echoes through his head in what has to be one of the worst moments of Dean’s life.

Castiel wanted him. Somehow, inexplicably, Castiel still seems to want Dean, at least in some capacity. And all Dean has to do is turn into a better version of himself, one that’s worthy of being loved. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realizes that it’s probably pretty archaic of him to act like he’ll only deserve Castiel if he can provide for him, give him a house and some stability, but shit, it’s not like Castiel doesn't deserve it. It’s certainly not what Dean deserves, but fuck if he doesn’t want it anyway. 

He lies awake at night and thinks about how two bedrooms are definitely one bedroom too many for them, and his skin itches to be touched, and he imagines being held by Castiel. The thought makes his heart flutter. Causes him to groan into his pillow.

– 

Sam has been looking at him differently lately. And Dean knows he’s being so blatantly obvious, such a sappy piece of shit who's at Castiel’s every beck and call and in the background there’s always Sam, all Judgey McJudgerson. Dean’s cleaning his gun in the library in a rare moment of being awake and alone, since Castiel decided to get takeout for dinner and Dean choked down the words “I’ll go with you” because there's being overbearing and anxious and then there's being completely off the rails. So instead his .45 is getting some rigorous polishing. The handgun should consider itself lucky he can't actually scrub through the metal.

“Where’s Cas?” Sam asks, appearing for once without an electronic device in his hands. If Dean’s glued to Cas, Sam’s sure as hell glued to that dumbass portable screen. Talk about codependency. 

“Getting food,” Dean says, kicking out the chair on the opposite side of the table for Sam in an invitation to sit down. 

“Yeah? So how are things between you two?” Sam asks, taking the invitation. 

“Good,” Dean responds. “Awesome.”

“You don’t think you’re being a little suffocating? Your words, not mine.”

“I didn’t use the word suffocating.” Arguing with Sam is instinctive, a rhythm he couldn't fall out of even if he tried. 

“Whatever. But you’re aware you’re being really… obsessive.” 

“Yeah, when am I not,” Dean mutters, peering into the empty chamber of his gun. “Sorry I care, I guess.”

Sam sighs. 

“Look… this isn’t my place, but Cas is my friend and you’re my brother, so… I just want to know what you think you’re doing, I guess. I mean, you’re talking about moving out together? If that's happening, I'd appreciate a heads-up, I'm just saying."

A flush creeps up his throat. 

“It’s just talk. You know I wouldn’t be able to get a mortgage.” 

“But you wanna move in with him. Keep living with him. As friends.” Dean finally looks up at his brother, giving him a tired look. 

“No, Sammy. Not as friends.”

Sam frowns. 

“What, you have feelings for him or something?”

Dean puts down the gun on the table in front of him and rakes one hand through his hair. It’s still short, the same way he always wears it, but lately he’s been thinking about letting it grow out. He’s been imagining another set of fingers tangling through his hair, and he’s aching for it. 

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” 

Somehow, that was the last response Dean had expected. 

“What do you mean? Of course I’m sure.”

Sam puts up both hands in surrender, but he’s still not looking entirely convinced, and that’s just… that’s bullshit. 

“Okay, alright. It’s just… he’s an angel, you know?”

“Trust me, Sammy, I know.”

“And he’s… you know. A dude.” 

“Yep.”

“And so are you.”

“Wow. You should be in Mensa.”

“Come on, Dean. You know what I’m getting at.”

Dean really, really isn’t. 

“I’m not,” he grits out. “He’s everything to me. I don’t have a problem with that. You shouldn’t have a problem with that. I mean, you’re the reason I keep going, but so is he. I want you to be happy, Sammy. But I want Cas to be happy with me. Do you get what I’m saying?” 

“You want to move out with him so you two can… what, settle down?” 

“Yeah, maybe. No, actually, that’s exactly what I want.”

“Huh. Well. As long as... as long as you're happy, I guess."

– 

That night, after their horribly domestic routine of dinner, TV, a couple of beers, Castiel dozing off against Dean’s shoulder and Dean’s heart bleeding warmth into the space between his ribs, he imagines going back to his own room and every single fiber in his being flat-out refuses. And when Castiel wakes up, a little disoriented and distressed over missing the last thirty minutes of the silly reality show they’re both inexplicably hooked on, Dean grabs Castiel’s hand and it’s not even – it’s not even a sweet, romantic gesture. It’s a dam burst. Dean will drown unless Castiel agrees to drag him out of the miserable pit of despair that is his own mind. 

“Please,” Dean chokes out. “Can I sleep in your room?” 

Castiel’s eyes are wide and blue and so, so beautiful. 

“Yes,” he says quickly, fingers curling around Dean’s hand. “Yes, of course.” 

They fall asleep wrapped up in velvet-smooth darkness and Dean’s got a knee pushed up high enough to nudge a thigh and it feels scandalous. Exhilarating, naked skin on skin. Castiel watches him with a gentle smile and Dean knows there’s no return from this. He can’t go back to his own bedroom after this; not when he knows what it’s like to drift off to the sound of Castiel’s peaceful breathing and the warmth of his body so close. 

– 

Breakfast is an ordinary affair. Sam is out running, Dean has free reign of the kitchen, and Castiel follows his every move like a shadow. They haven’t talked; haven’t cleared anything up, except the fact that Castiel is very much okay with kissing and Dean’s experiencing butterflies in his stomach for the first time in his adult life. 

Dean loves it. 

He’s flipping pancakes, glancing over to make sure Castiel looks impressed when he lands them perfectly back in the pan, and chews his lower lip. 

“I was serious, you know. About a house. Don’t know how I’m gonna wing it, but…”

“You’re right,” Castiel agrees. “We wouldn’t be staying here forever anyway.”

Dean glances around. 

“I need some damn sunlight.” He ain't afraid of the dark, but it’s about time they let some light in. 

“Doesn’t have to be big,” Castiel says. “I think one bedroom would be enough.”

Dean makes sure to put the pan down on one of the cold burners so he can abandon the stack and pull Castiel in by the lapels of his trenchcoat. 

“You,” he smiles, “are speaking my language.” 

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' ASS CHESTER ' After, Dean found the Local Bully that Dean saw picking on helpless kids, he decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. He told the Shrunken Bully " Hey, u wanna be an Asshole & pick on kids smaller than u. Well, Now look who's small? Pipsqueak! Now, it's time to Meet an Even Bigger Ass! " Dean laughed. Then, he took the tiny Man and held him against his Jean Clad Ass. " Better hold on to my Ass because, I'm gonna let go, don't want u falling! " he laughed. The Shrunken Bully begged Dean " Please, don't let go stop! " but, Dean didn't listen. He pulled his Hand away, letting go of the tiny Bully, & laughed as the Bully was grasping for a handhold. Finally, the Bully got a Handhold as second before almost falling. After, Jensen felt the little Man clinging to his Ass. " Hey, Squirt Every Hear of an ASSCHESTER ? " The Shrunken Bully cried " No, I don't. Please, stop ? " but, Dean just laughed " Well, ur about to find out! Haha! " he laughed. Then, the Tiny Bully heard a Rumbling sound. Then, in an instant Bully was hit with a Warm & Smelly Hurricane Wind. The Bully was Hanging on for life has Dean blasted a Wicked Huge Fart. Dean " Now, that's what I Call an ASSCHESTER ! Ha! Don't Worry little Man there's more to come later! " he boomed laughing.

’ JARED’S PIZZA FARTS ‘

Between Scenes on the Set of the CW's Hit TV show Supernatural , Jared Padalecki & Jensen Ackles were enjoying eating their Pepperoni Pizza. Jared let his Shrunken Pet Fan Boy come sit in between his lap on the couch while they enjoyed their Pizza waiting for the Crew to finish preparing for the next scene. Jared's Pet kept jumping up & down begging for a small piece. After, trying to ignore his Pet's begging & Jensen telling him to just give him a little, Jared finally had enough. He looked down at his Pet " You will get some when I decided. So stop whining! " he boomed. Then, he turned towards Jensen. " Hey, Jensen you know what Pepperoni does to me! " he giggled. " Well, get a load of this!" Then looked at his Tiny Pet between his legs. " Hey, Little Bug boy you want something to eat so Bad?!" the Tiny Pet jumped up in excitement. " Then, get a taste of this ! " Jared boomed. Before the Tiny Pet could ask what he meant he was blasted by a Huge Long Windy Fart. The Shrunken Man was Hanging onto the Edge of Couch while Jared kept Farting Huge Ass bombs at him & Jensen laughed with Jared in the Background!

' SUPERNATURAL: DEANZILLA, SAM, & THE LIL'WITCH ' A Young Gay Amateur Witch casts a powerful spell to make Dean his age & bisexual so he can date him but, something goes wrong with the spell resulting in Dean getting transformed into the 18 yr old version of himself but, has a Gay Giant. Now, Sam has to deal with a Giant 18 yr old Horny Bisexual Dean while Dean now called Dean-zilla & try to find a Good Experienced Witch to undo the Spell. Dean puts the Tiny Gay 18 yr old Witch in the Back of his Underwear while they search the City to try to undo this mess. It's more Sam than Dean that wants to reverse it. Dean never had anything against Gay guys but, now that the spell showed him what's it like to be attracted to men he liked plus, he still liked women so he wasn't really bothered by the situation. Also, Dean loved his New Height he always hated Sam his Little Brother Towering over him well now it was his turn to be the Big Brother Literally! Luckily, Sam was able to cast any easy Invisibility Spell on Giant Dean to make it so Dean was only seen & heard from Sam & the Witch boy, to everyone else he was Invisible!

' FAN IN THE WIND ' All Hell breaks loose when Jensen Ackles let's out Rumbling Farts on a Shrunken Fan Boy!

' HANGING BY A TOE ' Jared Padalecki gets a Shrunken Man for his Birthday from his Wife & kids. He takes a Funny Picture of making the Tiny Shrunken man hang from his Big Boulder like Sized Toe while he lifted up his Sweaty Foot.

' SUPERNATURAL: LOOKED DOWN UPON ' Sam & Dean Winchester look down upon a Tiny Shrunken City they found while on a Camping Trip. Dean discovered it but, sadly he pissed on some part of the City the night before in his drunken state. He thought it was a Drunken Hallucination in the Dark last night. Now, he knows being sober & his brother Sam also seeing it too that he wasn't hallucinating!

' CLIMBING SOME BIG OL' BUNS ' Giant Jared Padalecki makes his cute New Pet climbing his Giant Bubble Butt. Although, it's too bad Jared's feeling Gassy from Lunch! Lol! ;)

' TOE SITTING ' After, Jensen Ackles mysteriously Shrunk to a couple inchs tall. Jared Padalecki loved to play with & tease Tiny Jensen. Sometimes he'd act like he was gonna eat him, or step on him, or sit on him but, would just fart on him. One day at Comic Con Jared made Jensen sit on his Big Sweaty Foot during a photoshoot. Jensen didn't appreciate that but, was used to this type of behavior from Jared Now!

' SHOOTING FOR ATTENTION ' Antsized Sam takes his gun out, running on his Big Brother Dean's Shoe, thinking it might be his last best chance, Sam began shooting tiny Bullets at Dean's Titanic Fingers has he's finishing tying his shoelace.

' GUSTS OF WIND ' Giant Jensen Ackles farts on a Shrunken Fan Friend while visiting him at his apartment complex as a prank.

' BUM VIEW ' " Which is a better sight Little Tourists My Ass ... ( Jensen shakes his Giant Bubble Butt ) or the Statue ? " asked Giant Jensen Ackles.

' BIG & SEXY IN THE CITY '

Jensen Ackles grows into a Giant with only his Underwear & Hat grew with him.

SUPERNATURAL : ' MISTAKEN FOR FOOD '

Dean Winchester is yelled at by Castiel to spit out the Tinyman in Dean's mouth. Dean was hypnotized by a Witch making him think the Shrunkenman was a Piece of Pie! Luckily, Cas broke the hypnotism before Dean started to Chew.

' SUPERNATURAL : THE CURSE OF PAUL BUNYAN '

Dean & Sam Winchester enter a Creepy Old Mansion to save a Guy from a Witch. Sam jumps infront of the Victim as a Beam of Green light shoots out of the Evil Witch's hands. Dean snuck up behind the Witch & shoot her in the head with a 'Witch Killing Bullet ' just a second after Sam was hit with the Green Beam. After, the Witch was ganked Dean went to check on Sam but, he seemed fine & was untying the Victim. After, the Victim thanked them promising to keep quiet, he left, & then they burned the Witch's corpse. Dean noticed Sam seemed taller than usual. Sam then started growing a few inches a minute & noticed when the Impala was waist hight to him . Dean watched as Sam's growth excelerated into high gear growing a couple feet a every second. He was growing tall as the Mansion & slowly surpassing it. Dean hurried to the Mansion Roof Top to get to higher ground to try to communicate better with Sam. Once, he reaches the Roof he stares in awe & intimidation at Sam as he's grown into Giant towering over him & the Mansion! Dean later figures out after researching lore that the Witch hit Sam with an Ancient Curse known as ' The Paul Bunyan Curse '.

' UNUSUAL DETAINMENT '

In a Different Reality Scientists came up with a unique way to subdue, capture, & detain criminals by shrinking people. The Shrinking Rays were handed out to Law Enforcement & the Military. In this world's reality Jensen Ackles decided to go become a Cop instead of acting. One day he shrunk a Spoiled Rich Guy who was speeding away from him. Jensen zapped the Guy & his Expensive Car. He stuffed the Little Brat & his Car inside the back of his pants pocket. He used this humiliating method to detain people who were a Pain in the Ass until he got back to the station. He loved to give his own version punishment in the form of his version of 'Tear Gas' by unleashing built up farts on the little man.