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Published: 2014-07-09 17:31:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 6484; Favourites: 72; Downloads: 17
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Teeny Dean is the cutest!
I don't have a particular story in mind for this manip, so feel free to make up your own. 
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I've been writing a story (which I need to finish and continue...) but I'm wondering, can I use this manip as the cover image. I will credit you because this is your manip
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Ha. I want Supernatural to do an episode where a witch puts a curse on Dean, making him tiny. It'd be hilarious.
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They're on season 10! I'm like on my knees here for a tiny episode. >_<
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Exactly! Just to see the anger on his face xD
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oh man I love that show am totally addicted iam sure dean isn't tooo happy being that tiny
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Great show 
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This is one of the best manip's I've seen in a while, great job!
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So many thinhs could happen. Dean is shurely not happy about thus. XD
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A world of possibilities~
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Im just waiting for aomething like that happen. I mean hey. They made sam a car and dean a dog. XD
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umm dean was thinking like a dog. ^^' And sam was once the impala.
I just love tiny!dean
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I know I was agreeing with you.
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Okay. XD yeah Im just a bit slow in understanding irony. And its not because im not a native speaker. In my native language im exactely the same. People still making fun of it. XD haha. But not in a bad kind of thing. Or maybe I just dont get it. O.O' ........ damn
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hey it's no biggie
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"Dean?" Sam couldn't believe his eyes. There stood his older brother, barely more than a few inches tall. He shone his flashlight on the diminutive man and simply gawked at his reduced stature. "Holy, crap. What happened to you?!"
"I don't know!" Dean raged, trying to hide the fear he felt as his monolithic younger brother loomed over him. "I was looking at this stupid thing and suddenly I'm standing on top of it and you're shining that flashlight on me and I can't see so put the damn thing away!"
Sam quickly redirected the flashlight. He made sure not to look at anything but his 'little brother.' "C'mon, let's get you out of here. Let's both get out of here before something else happens."
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Hahha!! Thanks.
Sam couldn't help but grin as they approached the old impala. "Well, one good thing came of all this. I get to drive and pick the music."
Dean glowered and sunk lower in the pocket. His brother was having too much fun with his situation and it had barely begun. The hunter had no idea who had shrunk him, why of even how it happened. And his idiot kid brother was grinning like a fool about getting to choose the music. "I hate my life," he grumbled.
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After about the third Death Cab for A Cutie song, Dean was hoping that the lack of ventilation in the stuffy shirt pocket would knock him unconscious. No such luck.
Sam sighed and sat back in the driver's seat when he hit a red light. His churning thoughts were put to rest when he heard a tiny ripping noise. He glanced around the interior of the impala, finally landing on a pinprick of metal pushing out of his pocket.
"Dean! What the hell?" He hastily yanked open the flap to see his miniature brother attempting to saw a hole through the pocket with his knife.
"Making a break for it. Not letting you ruin my baby with your crappy tunes."
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Sam was indignant. "They aren't crappy. They're a relief from the same two tapes you play over and over and over again!" He glanced up when someone behind him honked. Belatedly, the tall man realized the light had turned green.
"Look, quit putting a hole in my pocket and I'll turn the music off. Alright? Besides, we're almost back at the motel." Sure enough, it wasn't two blocks after Sam cut off the music that he pulled the Impala into a parking lot in desperate need of repair. A faded sign with only two working bulbs proudly displayed the name of the dive.
After making sure Dean was secure, Sam got out of the car and walked to their door. He glanced around several times, checking the coast. He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched despite not seeing anything. He quickly unlocked the door and went inside, just as quickly locking it behind him.
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The lip of the pocket juddered as soon as the door latch slid shut. Sam tilted his chin down and delicately pinched the pocket flap. Sure enough, Dean's head and shoulders were poking out the top, his arms folded over the front.
"How about a hand, gigantor?" He barked up. Sam let out a sigh through his nose and carefully wiggled a finger and thumb behind Dean to grasp his middle. The number of short jokes he could level him with... It was difficult to resist.
"So, cursed object... Weird that it didn't give off any EMF." Sam mused, holding his tiny brother uncertainly before setting him on the table top. Dean was a bit preoccupied looking around the dingy motel room. It was completely transformed into a giant's world. Vibrations shook through the soles of his boots as his enormous little brother pulled out a chair and sat in front of him.
"Probably because we're not dealing with a vengeful spirit. This has got to be some nasty-ass hoodoo crap." Dean bridged. He looked down at himself, grateful his proportions were accurate at the very least.
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Sam ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even further. "That's the only thing that makes sense. No EMF, no goosebumps or chills. Nothing to indicate any hauntings."
He sat back in his chair and looked at the tiny man standing next to his closed laptop. "What to do next? We came here because of rumors of people disappearing. Turns out it was more like shrinking. But none of the reports said anything about tiny people. So," he trailed off.
Dean picked up on his thoughts. "So, either people are lying in the reports and are actually harboring shrunken vics. Or someone else is coming in and picking up the newly tiny people. But we didn't see anyone else around the place, did we?"
"No," Sam agreed. "We didn't. But, you know that bartender sure was eager to tell us about where everything has been going on at. He didn't exactly seem too sad about it all, either."
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Dean's green eyes went wide as he unfiled the memory of the bartender they'd interviewed just that morning. "Son of a bitch.." He growled under his breath. He drug a hand over his jaw absent-mindedly as he mulled this over.
"So he's probably expecting a mini two-piece combo." Dean said, pacing a few inches back and forth in front of his titan of a brother. Sam checked his watch.
"He gets off around two am, according to his alibi... I'll stake out the place tonight. Follow him."
"Whoawhoa- Wait, you?" Dean held up his hands sternly. It was cute, seeing him so tiny and worked up. But Sam knew that was Dean's 'I'm not taking your shit' face.
He sighed. "Well, yeah, Dean. Me. You're not exactly in a position to hunt." He waved a hand up and down at his diminutive stature. Dean winced at the hand's sudden approach, then fixed Sam with a red-cheeked scowl.
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OMG THIS IS GREAT *claps while lurking in the corner*
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Sam felt a little guilty at his brother's obvious discomfort. But he had a point he was trying to drive home. "You're three, four inches tops, Dean. You can't defend yourself. And if I have to keep one eye on you while looking out for more cursed objects and our bartender friend, then someone, most likely you, is going to get the short end of the stick. And that means more trouble for me."
Dean's scowl depended. "And what? Leaving me here on my own is any better of an idea? This is the only motel in town. We're strangers. If I'm not seen with you, where do you think our friend is gonna go? He's going to come looking for me. Looking here. And how am I going to defend myself then, gigantor?"
Sam frowned. "Alright, shrimp, if staying here is such a bad idea, tell me what we should do?"
Dean's fists clenched at the name. "First, don't call me shrimp. Second, take me with you. I can see things and get into places you can't."
"But you're still vulnerable all by yourself." Sam pointed out, his voice concerned. "Anything, even a stray cat, could get you. Hell, an owl could swoop you up! It's too dangerous out there for you."
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"Well, then..." Dean heaved a sigh, like he couldn't believe what he was about to suggest. "Keep me in your pocket then. I don't know what kind of tricks this guy has up his sleeve. You end up shrunk too, we're screwed. I'm better off being shaken around like loose change if you at least have a second set of eyes on your side."
Sam's nostrils flared at the idea, but he finally bobbed his head in a nod. "Yeah. Alright."
With that issue decided, Dean felt a little less fulfilled than he'd expected. Victory didn't take away the fact that he was shorter than a freaking pencil. Without the case to discuss further, he was left to soak in just how much height he had lost. Apparently, Sam must have been thinking along the same lines, because those huge hazel eyes were boring into him from stories over his head.
"Would you stop?" Dean scoffed, trying desperately to hide his embarrassment.
"Stop what?"
"Staring!" Dean exclaimed indignantly.
Sam scoffed. "Well, gee, Dean. I'm not exactly used to seeing my brother the size of a friggin toy!"
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Dean's face turned red. Muttering about happy meal toys and stupid giant brothers, he stormed off to the other side of the laptop and sat down. "Just do some research on the damn bartender. And friggin call Bobby while you're at it! Maybe he can help."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's mini-tantrum. He smirked. Heh, mini. His thoughts snapped back to the moment when Dean yelled at him again.
"What the hell are you waiting for?!" He demanded. "Get a move on! Every second you waste is another minute of being being stuck like this!"
Sam's eyebrow twitched but he said nothing. He meticulously dusted off his laptop before opening it. "Damn it, Dean!" he yelled a few minutes later. "It's got a damn virus because of all that crap you watch on here! It won't let me open anything and the browser stays stuck on your stupid 'busty-Asian-beauties site!"
Sam was red in the face. He couldn't believe it. His laptop was going to need to be debugged. And preferably by someone not in this town. He didn't trust anyone here. Which meant he was going to have to make a trip to Bobby's. He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Look, we have almost eight hours before our guy gets off. I'm gonna take a nap. We'll hold off on calling Bobby until we know anything more. For now, let's just get some shut eye."
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Though Dean would never, EVER admit it, seeing a colossal version of his kid brother glare at him was one of the most terrifying things he could imagine. It was Sammy... But it wasn't, too. It was messed up, knowing how easily a single movement on Sam's part could end his life. This was so far from normal, even for them.
Dean stood up, ready to talk Sam down. He grunted as a huge hand swooped down and latched around him without warning.
"Sam!" He barked sternly. "Dude- warning, huh?" Sam ignored him initially. It was bad enough dealing with Dean barking orders at him on a day to day basis, but this was like a double dose.
"Look, I'm sorry man. How else are you supposed to-"
"You do that again, I will kick your ass." Dean squirmed, pointing what wood have been an intimidating look up at Sam. His little heart hammered against the palm surrounding him. Sam couldn't help but chuckle, imagining Dean having a go at him from his current size.
"Sure, Dean."
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Dean glowered, still trying to look intimidating. "Remember I'm keeping score of shit like that. I'll even it up when I'm big again. Mark my words."
Although Sam knew Dean was serious, very serious, it was still funny to hear such words coming from the mouth of someone who wasn't even the size of his hand. "Alright," he bit back another chuckle. "I'll remember that."
He set him on the pillow of a bed before stretching out next to him. "Dude!" the miniature human protested. "Get your own bed!"
Sam rolled over and grinned down at him. "Dude, you're insanely small. Small creatures get cold a lot faster than larger ones do. Why do you think Chihuahuas shake so much? They're cold all the time!"
Dean twitched. "You did not just compare me to a freakin' Chihuahua! And what the hell does a tiny dog have to do with anything?!"
Sam snorted. "If you sleep by yourself, your butt will freeze before midnight. I'm doing us both a favor. This way I don't have to worry about you freezing, falling off the bed or getting lost in the covers."
"Yeah, but I have to worry about your moose ass rolling over on me in the middle of the night!" Dean practically squeaked.
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Heh, he called him a moose. I'm a stalker, sowwy.
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This is a great one! Got the light sources matching up really well. It always brightens my day to see teeny Dean in my inbox. <3
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Thanks so much!! Had to tinker around with the lighting a bit. It's impossible not to love tiny!dean, right? ^_^
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I'm sure being itty bitty wasn't on his agenda
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Haaa, never. Dean hates showing weakness
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I always wanted to manip that picture, but I had a different idea in mind for it.
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Aw! We'll feel free to still go for your manip too. I'm not possesive of my source pics.
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I might! I don't know. I just have to find that perfect pic for my idea to work and not come off creepy. lol
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Intriguing. I'll keep an eye out for that.
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lol, It might be a while. I have so much stuff I need to finish, but I've been too lazy.
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No judgment here. Netflix is my weakness. And cookies.
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LOL, nice! My weakness is spider solitaire. I HAVE to stop playing! I NEED to finish up stuff!
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