SSSS CHAPTER 2!

It was six o'clock on a Friday morning. The sun was just barely seeping through the closed curtains, leaving a yellowish tint to everything in the room. A slight breeze was coming out of the air vents, to cool down the room in the middle of summer. Sam was the first one to wake up that morning, but it was even too early for him. The only reason he was awake, was the fact that he was cold. He tried to reach for his bedsheets half awake, but couldn't find them. Frustrated, that he couldn't find the warmth to cover him back up, he finally opens his eyes and sits up. At first everything is a blur, so he tries to get his eyes focused by blinking a few times and rubbing his eyes. When he gets his focus back he looks down at his feet for the blankets, but they aren't there. He looks a little further down, by the end of the bed, but they aren't there and neither is the end of the bed.

"What the hell?" Sam said to himself as he looked further down.

The sheets were about twenty feet in front of him and the rest of the bed spread down even further. He slowly turned his head around to find his pillow that he realized was missing too. The pillow was behind him alright, but it wasn't exactly the same as before. It was bigger. Much bigger. It was about the size of a two-car garage.

Sam quickly got to his feet and started looking around the room. Everything was further away and taller than him. Now if something is taller than Sam, you know something is wrong. While looking around, he saw Dean's bed to his right. Dean was sound asleep, laying on his back, while facing the window. Compared to Sam, Dean was a giant. He didn't really want Dean to see him like this, because he knew that he wouldn't hear the end of all the short jokes. Then again, he did need Dean's help to get back to normal, so he had no choice.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled as he cupped his hands around his mouth.

Dean didn't move, so Sam got closer to the edge of the bed and tried again.

"DEAN!" Sam glared when he still didn't get an answer.

He decided the only way to get his brother to wake up, would be to get closer to him. So he climbed up and on top of his pillow, and from there he jumped onto the nightstand. He walked passed the lamp, telephone, and then the alarm clock.

Standing near the edge, he yelled again. "DEAN!"

Nothing.

Sam was starting to get irritated that his brother wasn't waking up. He took a deep breath and climbed on the pillow, which was the one Dean was using. Once on top he carefully balanced himself and attempted to wake Dean up again.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled in anger, almost forgetting why he wanted to wake Dean up in the first place.

Dean finally rolled his head over, facing Sam. His eyes where still shut, but he was somewhat awake in a groggy state of mind. Unknown to him, the little hearts were still on his face, from last night.

"What?" Dean mumbled.

"Dean, get up! We have a serious problem!" Sam said walking closer to his brother's face.

With his eyes still closed, Dean said, "Coffee first, dude."

After Dean not waking up until the fourth time Sam called him, he couldn't take it any more.

"DEAN!" Sam punched the bridge of Dean's nose.

Dean flipped his eyes open from the small sting on his nose, and saw a tiny Sam standing two inches in front of his face. "Whoa!" Dean jerked backwards in a half sit up and slipped off the bed.

The sudden movement caused Sam to fall off the pillow and onto the mattress. When he landed, he heard a thud followed by a load groan come from the side of the bed. Sam stood up and folded his arms, waiting for Dean to get up.

Confused, Dean slowly sits up and looks over at Sam. "You know, normally I would pinch my arm to see if this was a dream. However; I just hit my head on the wall." Dean said as he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, and I got a tiny bump on my nose from a certain little brother of mine."

"So, now that your awake and realize that this isn't a dream, let's figure out how this happened and reverse it." Sam said getting straight to business.

Dean stood up, not realizing that he was actually towering over Sam. "Like I said before, 'coffee first.' "

"Fine! Whatever. Just hurry up alright!" Sam was irritated by all of this and just wanted to get back to normal.

Dean went over to his bag to get out his clothes, then heads into the bathroom. He takes off his shirt, then pulls a clean one on over his head. Once it's down passed his eyes, he hesitates as he sees something in the mirror. Realizing what was on his face, he quickly pulls his shirt down and runs out of the bathroom.

"Is this supposed to be funny?" Dean glared at Sam as he pointed to his face.

Sam grinned realizing how long it took his brother to notice. "It was last night."

"I'm starting to think that I should leave you like that. Besides, I like being the taller one." Dean said as he looked down at Sam.

Dean goes back into the bathroom and finishes changing his clothes, then he starts to wash off his face. The washing soon turns into scrubbing to get the stubborn marker off. He finally came out of the bathroom with a red face.

"Dude, my face is killing me." He said with a pained and irritated look on his face, as he massaged his cheek.

Sam laughed at Dean's bright red face, which wasn't really a good idea for somebody his size.

Dean gets a sock out of his bag and rolls it into a ball. He turns towards Sam and throws it, sending Sam flying backwards a little.

"Next time it won't be a clean one." Dean pointed to Sam as a warning.
After standing up and brushing his pants off, Sam yelled so Dean could hear. "Nice! Real mature Dean!" Sam gave his brother a glare that would have been more intimidating if he was taller then beer a can.

Ignoring his brother's comment, Dean walked outside to his car to go get coffee. He shut the motel room door behind him, leaving Sam alone in the massive room. Sam was about to sit down and make himself comfortable, but stopped when he heard the door open up.

Dean came back in and closed the door. There was something in his hand, but Sam couldn't get a good look at what it was.

"Dude, this is so not funny." Dean said looking more upset then ever.

"Really?" Sam started to say sarcastically. "'Cause I think it's hilarious!"

"No. I mean this." Dean said, showing Sam a black gerbil that was in his hand."

After a moment of staring at the fuzzy, black gerbil, Sam said, "A gerbil isn't funny. You're right."

"It's the Impala, Sam!" Dean snapped. "What the hell happened to my car?!"

With his ears covers and wincing from the loud noise, Sam yelled back. "There's no reason to yell!"

While taking a mental note, Dean just glared at him.

"Hey! Don't look at me! I'm just as confused as you are!" Sam said as he stood up and held his arms out to show Dean that things were out of control.

Dean walked over to the the nightstand and opens the drawer. He carefully placed the gerbil in it and left it open a crack. It may look like a disposable pet, but to Dean it was still his baby.

"So, now I have to buy coffee and gerbil food." Dean said thinking out loud and quietly wondering how long this will all last.

"Hey!" Sam said, realizing that he wasn't the only one that changed over night. "Do you think Alex is alright?"

Dean threw his hands in the air. "I don't know. Anythings possible at this point." After his hands rested to his sides, he sighed. "I'll go check up on her. You stay here."

Sam looked around from his spot on the bed. "Like I can go anywhere. It's not like I can take the Impala out for a drive."

"No," Dean said in thought. "But you could probably ride on it like it's a horse." The image of a tiny Sam, ridding a black gerbil and supporting a cowboy hat was enough to make Dean laugh.

Dean flashed Sam his cocky grin, before leaving the room. He walked to over to the door on his left and knocked on it twice. When he didn't get a response he reached into his pocket and got out the spare key to Alex's room. When he put the key into the lock and heard a whimper coming from inside the room. Unlocking the door, he walks in expecting to see Alex crying on the bed, but instead he stops in his tracks.

"Alex?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

Sitting on Alex's bed was a black and white beagle. It stopped whimpering when Dean came into the room, and started wagging its tail. Dean looked into the bathroom to make sure it wasn't some sort of prank that Alex was playing on him. When he came out he noticed the dog was gently prodding the bedsheets with its snout. The dog looked up at Dean with big watery eyes and whimpered again.

"Oh boy. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder, and I still haven't had any coffee." Dean opened the door, expecting it to follow him, but it just layed down and poked at the sheets again. Seeing that the dog wasn't going to move on its own, Dean sighed. "Alex (If that is you in there) we'll figure this all out. I promise." Dean smiled as the dog walked over to him. He picked it up and left the room with the dog in his hands.