#tiny!dean

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thank you for everything that you do for the samndean side of fandom! hoping you feel better soon <3

Aw, thank you💞 I'm just going to try sleep it off the best I can. 💪

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I'm looking for for shrunken Sam or Dean fanfictions hopefully completed. If any of you know of any that are really good. I'm looking for ones that are 13 or under stories with no wincest or sexual stories. No vore I'm not interest in that type. I am o k with destial stories. I know about nightmare 06 and their brothers apart series. I pretty much looked all over a03. Any recommendations are welcome. Even stories that might have been deleted. I'm not looking for deaged fics only ones where Sam or Dean shrunken to inches tall. Thanks again help or recommenda

I have read the following

A change in a man

Welcome to my garden

Under the old apple tree

A bridge called brotherhood

Faith trust in pixie dust

King pin motel

A froggy tale

Small problems

The tiny adventures of dean

Part of my collection

Trampled underfoot

Honey shrunk the winchesters

Roll reversal

God damn it Gabriel

Small worlds

Short notice

I keep looking at the sky

Reversal of fate

The incredible shrinking slayer vampire

The doll house

One of life's little problems

Sweet little thing

A rare since of humor

The Quantum of Solace

Minutes

What the hell

The Dean Dilemma

Frog

Returning

Part of my collection

On the shorter side

Hold the line

Smaller then life

Coming up short

The small tale of tiny Sam

Let's play war

In the palm of hand tiny sam

A supernatural wonderland

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G/T July: Enchanted 

list by @gianttol

Supernatural 

Sabrina Grova (oc) x tiny!dean 

this is so perfect! 

Context: Sabrina Grove is a witch who's helping Dean who's been tiny (4in.) and alone for years. They’ve gotten past the first step of meeting (the good ol’ fearplay) and are now trying to find the witch which casted the spell/curse on Dean. 

Sabrina sat upright on her chair while reading a book with a faded leather cover. She hummed little tunes to herself as she took notes in her notepad. The one-room motel was quiet other than for page flipping. Her stomach finally grumbled and she shut the book in defeat. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and raised a brow at the tall pile of books on the table. 

“Dean?” she asked but received no answer. “Did I scare you?” guilt started to build up in her chest. 

She frowned when there was no response or movement from him. Sabrina remembered how spooked he was when she caught him. Holding him in a fist as she tried to assure him he would be okay. She had been tempted to cast a sleeping spell on him at the time. 

She sighed and set the book on the table gently. She got up from her chair and walked to the other side of the table. There was Dean sitting on one of the books which poked out from the pile. He looked up at her with wide eyes but he didn’t run off. She gave him a small smile and pulled out a chair. Her knees were on the floor and she crossed her arms over the table. She rested her head on her hands and noticed him looking at everything except her. 

“Dean,” she spoke softly, “look at me.” 

He was hesitant but he met her brown eyes and started to drum his fingers against his leg. 

“What's on your mind?” she asked.

Dean blinked in response and opened his mouth when she was silent. 

“I’m worried,” his small voice squeezed at her heart. 

She nodded and he looked down at his feet. 

“I’m worried,” he paused, “This will be my life forever.” He put his hand through his hair and shook his head. “I can’t live like this for the rest of my life.”

A wave of silence suffocated both of them because Sabrina knew she couldn’t lie to him. He didn’t want her pity or lies. She didn’t want to break another promise. She blew air out her mouth finally and he looked up at her. 

“We’re going to make this work,” she said. “I’m going to help you find this ‘witch bitch’ and if not…” she paused. He looked so goddamn hopeless that it pained her to not sugarcoat anything for him. Sabrina unfolded her left arm and reached for him with her palm up. Her throat started to close up and her eyes got wet. 

“I’m still never going to let you be alone again,” Sabrina said, “I promise.”

Dean pursed his lips together as she saw the shine in his eyes. He put his hand on the pad of her finger. 

“Thank you,” his voice wavered as his smile met his eyes.

[diminuel]

Tiny dragons waiting for spring! 

(Until it gets warmer they stick close to each other and share scarves)

[destiel-love-forever]

“Sammy, I shrunk the kids!”

Gabriel & Sam got into a lover’s quarrel so Gabriel thought it’d be funny to shrink the boys and leave Sam to deal with them. Dean & Cas are loving it. Sammy? Not so much….

*click on pic for better quality... tumblr sucks

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Brothers Saved: Homecoming

And we’re back!

It’s been a while since we visited the Brothers Saved pair, and we left them before John Winchester returned home with Bobby Singer, which is right where this fic pics up! 

Tomorrow the story will continue, in Brothers Saved: Burgers and Bacon and Bobby.

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“Sam, we're back!"

The thunderous voice echoed around the Winchester brothers. Sam perked up as he glanced towards the front door, not noticing the way Dean stiffened to hear their father's deep voice for the first time since he'd woken up just a few inches in height.

John was an intimidating figure on the best of days, and with Dean's height cut down to a fraction of his original, that would only be heightened.

"In here!" Sam called, letting the hunters know they were in the library.

Without the ability to go picking through the junked cars out back, there was very little that Dean found interesting to do at Bobby Singer's house. Due to John's orders given to Sam before leaving, Dean had stuck close to Sam the entire time since waking up. It helped them both, in a way. Sam didn't worry so much when Dean was in sight and Dean used it to reassure himself that things weren't as changed as they felt.

Times like this made Dean doubt that assertion.

Thudding footsteps made their way through the house. One set split from the other, and Dean could hear Bobby in the kitchen, likely fussing over all the calls he'd missed since joining up with John to help the Winchester family.

Part of Dean wished that Bobby had come to see them in the library, the other part of him knew he would have a hard enough time with just one new giant, never mind a second.

He'd adjusted to Sam over the last two days, spending a lot of time within arm's reach of the younger Winchester kid. Sam had stayed true to his word, and kept the amount of handling Dean to a minimum, letting his older brother decide if he wanted to change rooms or stay where they were. Only a few times had Sam forgot himself and reached for Dean before offering a hand.

They were both adjusting, as best as they could.

When Dean has asked about John and Bobby's extended absence, Sam had shrugged. "They checked in once a day before you woke up, and Bobby made sure to keep the kitchen stocked," he'd explained. "They'll be back soon."

Now that they were, Dean wasn't ready.

Plodding footsteps preceding him, the threshold of the door to the library filled with John's formidable figure. Just over a week ago, Dean was only half a foot shorter than him. Now, he found himself craning his head back to just keep his dad in sight.

"Hey, Sammy," John said, exhaustion in his voice. "How're things with--"

Trailing off, John's brown eyes focused on Dean. Having expected to see the small teenager comatose, it was almost comical to see him do a double-take at the sight of his elder son sitting up on his own, clearly alert.

"Sam! I told you to call us if Dean's condition changed!" John scolded.

Sam hung his head, his cheeks changing to pink as he flushed. "I forgot," he mumbled at the ground.

Dean couldn't stop reaching out and patting the arm Sam had resting near him. With everything going on the last few days and the adjustments he was making, Dean was as much to blame for forgetting to call as anyone. He didn't want Sam shouldering the blame on his own.

Yet there was a small amount of intimidation that coiled in his stomach and prevented him from speaking up about it as John walked to the table.

All of that fled Dean's mind as John sat down in the chair next to Sam. Compared to the scrawny ten-year-old, John Winchester was massive, and he leaned over to get a better look at Dean.

Sam sheepishly moved his arm out of the way, trying not to fidget in the seat where he was nearly forgotten about in the wake of Dean's miraculous recovery.

"How ya feelin', dude?" John asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice. It was a tone of voice Dean couldn't remember ever hearing out of the man, at least as far as he was concerned.

Dean clenched his jaw, forcing himself to meet John in the eyes. "I'm fine, sir," he said stiffly. "No injuries, and Sam's been careful the whole time."

John nodded, reaching a hand towards Dean. Dean didn't let himself flinch away, hating how helpless he felt near his dad.

None of this was right.

All John did was carefully check Dean's arms and chest for injuries, much like he did with either kid after they took a particularly big fall. Dean had seen him do the same after a hunt, and had even helped patch John back together several times.

Fat lot of good he was now. A needle would be half his size.

John pulled back, and his face clouded over. "I told you to keep us updated while we were gone," he scolded his younger son, resuming the same conversation as though they'd never stopped.

Sam's shoulders slouched. "I didn't mean..."

"You can't go forgetting something like that," John said sternly. "Now go help Bobby get the food together. I'll help Dean."

Blinking fast, Sam scrambled out of his chair and nearly ran from the room.

Dean watched Sam leave, an odd feeling weighing down his heart.

Not once had John asked him about how things were over the last few days.

Almost as though he didn't trust Dean.

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tiny destiel <3

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