SSSS CHAPTER 8!

After Dean was done talking to his brother, he had called up Bobby for some help. They decided to meet up at an abandoned house, to avoid any more strange occurences, that Bobby had suggested. When all was said and done, Dean picked up Sam and they went back to their motel room. When they got inside, they explained to Alex what they were going to do.
Alex- How are we going to get there?
Dean- I'm going to borrow a car.
Alex- Your going to steel a car?!
Dean- When you put it like that, it sounds so wrong.
Sam- You kinda get used to it
Alex- Oh...Wait! What?!
Dean- Are you tired?
Alex- Wha-
Dean- Cause you look a little tired.
Alex- I-
Dean- Why don't you take a nap, and we'll wake you when we get there.
Alex- But-
Dean- Shh. Sleep.
Dean swiflty picks her up, then carefully lowers her into the empty drawer. He closed the drawer most of the way, but left it open about an inch or two, for fresh air.
Alex- I hate you! *Calling out to Dean*
She wasn't angry, but she wasn't too thrilled about being in a drawer.
Dean- *Plainly* No you don't.
Sam just shook his head at his brother, who was on his way out the door.
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Out in the parking lot, there were very few cars. Dean looked around cautiously, then checked if the door was open, to the car that was closest to him. As he opened the unlocked door, he notice some movement on the ground. Normally Dean would pass it off as a mouse, but with everything that's been happening lately, he checks it out.
Dean pulls out his gun from his jacket, then crouches down, to get a better look. As he looks with his gun aiming under the car, he gets hit in the forehead, by something small.
Dean- What the...
He glances down, to see that he was hit in the head with a pebble.
Dean then quickly aims back under the car again, and the same thing happens as before. Instead of looking away, he looks for the source. He is somewhat surprized to see a tiny girl. She had shoulder length brown hair, dark green camouflage cargo pants, a black t-shirt with writting on it, and a slingshot in her hands. The girl, aiming at Dean, shoots him again. Dean tries to block his face, by holding up his hand, but the pebble still hits him.
Dean- Whoa! Hey. I'm not gonna hurt you.
The girl still ignores him and shoots again. This time Dean is successful at blocking her shot. He then sets his gun down on the ground, to try to convice the young girl that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Dean- Could you please, just stop for a second and let me explain something?
Girl- *Fiercely* What?
She loads up another pebble, just incase.
Dean- Well, I'm not exactly sure what I can explain...
She shoots him again, hitting Dean in the chin.
Dean- But I can say that the same thing happend to my brother and cousin. Now if you come with me, I'm sure we can all figure this out and get things back to normal.
Girl- Proove it, because there's no way that I'm going to trust a stranger!
Dean- Fare enough. Just wait here and I'll get my brother.
The girl agreed to stay, so Dean got up, went into the motel and told Sam about the situation. After Dean explained things to him, Sam agreed to go outside and talk to the girl under the car. Dean put Sam down by the girl, who was still holding up the loaded slingshot. Sam raised his hands in the air, to show her that he didn't mean her any harm. As he did that, Dean started to pack everything up. Once he was done with his room, he walked over to Alex's room and packed her stuff up for her. Before he did that, he took Alex out of the drawer and carried her to her room, so she could tell him where to pack everything.
Dean- Liar.
Alex- What?
Dean- I know you heard me.
Alex- I heard what you said. I just want to know, why I'm a liar.
Dean- I think you know what I'm talking about.
Alex- What do you...
Alex paused, when she saw what Dean was holding in his hands.
Alex- Oh.
Dean- So, how long have you two been dating?
Alex- What makes you think he's my boyfriend?
Dean- Let's see here. *Looking over the letter* I don't know. Maybe the fact that he misses you, and he can't wait to see you again. Oh and he says that he loves you. *Putting the letter back into a bag* So, I'm gonna ask you again. How long have you been dating him?
Dean glanced down at Alex, who was sitting next to her bag on the bed.
Alex- We've known eachother since grade school, but we've been dating for six years.
Dean- Wow. Sounds pretty serious. Where does this go? *Holding up a green t-shirt*
Alex- In the duffle, with the rest of my clothes.
Dean rolls it up and tosses it in.
Alex- My wallet.
Dean- Huh?
Alex- There's a picture of him in my wallet.
Dean reached into Alex's purse, grabbed her wallet, and pulled out a few pictures. There were a few, of her friends and her parents. The second to last picture made him smile a little.

SSSS CHAPTER 7!

Alex- Why?
Dean- It's your wheelchair
Sam- How do you know?
Dean- I checked her room out and it was missing
Alex- Greaaaat. *Sarcastically*
Dean- Don't worry Alex. We'll protect you from your wheel chair.
Alex- Dude that is so not funny. And what did you mean when you said 'other things'?
Dean- We'll discuss that later, when Sam's not around.
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After an hour, Alex was asleep, Sam was on his laptop, and Dean had decided to take care of his Impala. Dean filled a dish with food and gave it to the gerbil. After it was done eating, Dean took the gerbil out of the cage and placed it on the table. The gerbil started to run around the table, while Dean would chase it with his hands and block it's way.
Sam took a break from researching and needed to stretch his arms. As he was stretching, he realized what Dean was doing. Sam raised his eyebrows and stares at what his brother was doing.
Dean noticed that the clicking on the laptop had stopped, so he looked over to see Sam staring at him.
Dean- What?
Sam- Your playing with a gerbil?
Dean- It's my baby. I'm not just going to neglect her.
Sam- Ok. What ever you say Dean.
When Sam wasn't looking, Dean took his sock off and rolled it up into a ball. Dean then threw the sock at Sam, but he had turned around in time. Sam dropped to the floor, dodging the sock. Unfortunatly Alex was sitting right behind Sam and got hit in the head, by the large ball of sock.
Alex's eyes whipped open and she started looking around the room confused. Then she spotted the sock and noticed the smell, so she started coughing and gagging.
By this time, Dean was already sitting on the bed next to the nightstand, making sure she was alright.
Sam- Way to go Dean.
Dean- Hey! If you didn't duck, she wouldn't have gotten hit.
Sam- Well I wouldn't have ducked, if you didn't throw your sock at me!
Dean- And I wouldn't have thrown it at you, if you didn't mock me!
Alex- I swear you two argue more than a married couple.
Sam and Dean stop arguing and look over at Alex, then back to eachother.
Alex- Hey Dean? Can you do me a favor?
Dean- Sure. What do you need?
Alex- Could you please stop throwing things at Sam?
Sam- I second that.
Dean- Fine, but what else am I supposed to do with my spare time?
Alex- *Slowly raising her voice* I may be walking out on a limb here, but I think you could try to find a way to turn us back!
Sam- She's got a good point Dean.
Dean- I should lock you two up in the cage instead of the Impala.
Sam- Why? So you can snuggle with it?
Dean was about to flick Sam over with his finger, but saw Alex glaring at him. After removing his hand, he got up and mumbled something under his breath, then grabbed the dog to let him out.
While Dean was outside, Sam went back to researching on his laptop.
Alex- So did you find anything yet?
Sam- *Sighing* No. I just wish that there was more I could do to help. I mean there's gotta be something out there.
Alex- *Facing the laptop screen* Well did you try- *Pausing* What's that?
Sam- Huh? What's what?
Alex- That! *Pointing to the screen* That doesn't look like it has to do with our situation, Sam! What does making deals with demons at a crossroads have to do with our situation?!
Sam- Alex. Just try to calm down alright?
Alex- Calm down?! Your NOT looking up a cure for this! Your looking up another hunt! Which is pretty pointless at your size!
Sam- It's not another hunt! it's for-
Dean- *Walking in the door* Hey! Knock it off you two. *Closing the door behind him* What's going on? When I left, you guys were fine. What happend? *Walking over to the nightstand*
Alex- *Glaring at Sam* Your brother isn't looking up ways to turn us back!
Dean- *Laughing a little* Do I even want to know what you were looking up Sammy?
Sam- It was nothing.
Alex- I'll say. *Folding her arms*
Dean- Alex? What was he looking up?
Alex- *Shrugging and shaking her head* Something about demons and crossroads.
Dean- *Sighing* Alex. Sam and I need to talk in private. Is it alright if we talk in your room?
Alex- Like I have a choice! *Realizing she was being a little edgy* Sorry. Yes, you can use my room.
Dean gave her a concerned look, before he picked up Sam. He walked over to Alex's room, where he placed Sam on the table. Dean pulled out a chair and sat down, folding his arms and letting them rest on the table.
Dean- Why?
Sam- Because I'm your brother and I said I would get you out of this!
Dean- And what about your situation huh? You think that this is just your problem and that it's ok to put it on hold? Well it's not! Alex is involved! My car is involved! Your not the only one going through this Sam!
Sam- It's not that I didn't try to look for a way to return things back to normal! I did and I couldn't find anything! So I thought I'd try to fix your problem!
Dean- Sam. I know your trying to help, but now is not the time. Right now we have no clue what is going and we need to stop it before something bad happens. Just think about Alex. She's been through a lot. Do you really want her to suffer any more?
Sam- *Sighing* No.
Dean- That's the spirit! *Ruffling Sam's hair with his finger*
Sam- *Swatting Dean's finger* Dude! You mind?
Dean- No.

SSSS CHAPTER 6!

Alex- What's going on? This kinda stuff isn't supposed to be real.
Sam- Well it is.
Alex- How?
Dean- I'll let Sam answer that one. *Grinning at his brother*
Sam gives Dean a '"thanks a lot" kinda look.
Alex- On second thought. Maybe I don't wanna know.
Dean- So what? Your just going to hide from the truth?
Sam- It shouldn't be too hard hidding from you.
Dean- Wanna bet?
Sam- You really think that you could find me?
Dean- Absolutly.
The guys continued to argue, as Alex sat there watching them. The way they were fighting was as if nothing was wrong. Alex took the opportunity to look around the large room. Everything was the same, but larger. Then something caught her eye. There was movement coming from the back of the lamp. The figure started to move, so Alex quickly crawled backwards pulling her left leg. She was moving so fast that she didn't realize that Sam was standing right behind, untill it was too late.
Sam lost his balance and fell forward off of the dresser.
Dean- Whoa!
Dean quickly caught Sam with one hand and then raised him up to the dresser. That's when they both noticed Alex was laughing. Although Dean was happy to see her smile, he was severely confused as to why she was laughing at a time like this.
Sam- You almost killed me, and your laughing?!
Dean- What's so funny?
Alex- *Laughing* I'm sorry, but the way he's laying in your hand- *Letting out a burst of laughter*
Dean- What about it?
Alex- *Trying to calm down* It looks like he should have said "My hero!" *Letting out another burst of laughter*
Dean looked down at Sam and realized that he looked like a damsil in distress, by the way he was laying in his hand. After realizing this he quickly let Sam jump off of his hand and on to the table.
Dean- What was that all about anyways Alex?
Alex- Oh. I thought I saw something behind the lamp.
Dean stands up, leaning over them and checks behind the lamp.
Dean- I don't see anything. *Kneeling down again* It was probably just your imagination.
Alex- Probably.
There was an awkward silence in the room, but it didn't last long, because Snoopy started scratching at the door.
Sam- I guess the dog's done eating.
Dean- Yeah. I guess so-Hey! Alex, why was there a guy in your bed?
Alex- What? There wasn't a guy in my bed.
Dean- How do you explain the dog?
Alex- What are talking about?
Dean- I found the dog snuggling up to your pillow, where I found you.
Alex- Huh. *Confused in thought*
Dean- Huh? That's all you've got to say? Alex, do you have a boyfriend that we don't know about? *Folding his arms*
Alex- Are you sure you didn't see anything over there?
Alex didn't really pay attention to what Dean had asked her. The movement that she saw before, was bothering her. She had to see for herself, and started to crawl over to the lamp dragging that broken leg of her's.
Dean- Whoa. Where do you think your going Thumbelina? *Smiling*
Dean placed his right hand in front of Alex, preventing her from going any further. Dodging his hand, Alex swerved to the right, only to be greated by Dean's hand again. She was starting to get a little irritated with this game he was playing on her. If her leg was healed, should would have been able to dodge his hand for sure. At least that's what she thought.
Alex was going to move away again, but saw the shadow of Dean's other hand come down. He carefully scooped her up in his hand and lifted her up, to get a better look at her face. He wanted to see if she was lying or telling the truth.
Alex folded her arms, waiting for what Dean had to say.
Dean- Your hidding something, aren't you?
Alex- No.
Dean- *Finding Alex's uncomfortable state amusing* You do, don't you? You have a boyfriend.
Sam- And you let him sleep in your bed?
Alex- NO! I have no clue who that was in my bed or how they got there, and I'm really freaked out about it! Ok?
Dean- No. Your definatly hidding something. Which is why I'm gonna check out your room.
Alex- What?!
Dean- I realized that I don't know that much about you, so now is the perfect opportunity to find out.
Alex- No!
Dean- I'll tell you what. If you can stop me, I won't go.
Alex- Bite me.
Dean- No thanks. I'm not a cannibal.
Dean placed Alex back down on the nightstand, next to Sam. She glared at Dean as he walked away and left the room, with a grin on his face.
Sam- *Walking over to Alex* He means well.
Alex- Yeah, but he's also taking advantage of the situation.
Sam- *Putting his hands in his pockets* Well if you really didn't have a guy in your room, then you have nothing to worry about.
After a few minutes, Dean came back into the room carrying the mini Impala.
Dean- I figured out why the dog keeps wanting to go by you Alex, and some other things. *Grinning*

SSSS CHAPTER 5!

Dean entered the room first, with the dog following him. After closing the door, he turned around to face Sam and Alex. He saw Alex sitting up with her eyes wide open and her jaw dropped.

Seeing the look on her face made Dean a little concerned. "Alex?"
At the sound of her name, the dog bolted for the bed, causing Dean to loose his grip on the leash. Dean dropped the bags on the floor and dove on the bed to catch the dog. Snoopy had jumped out of the way and onto the other bed. He walked up to the nightstand, and started wagging his tail when he saw Alex.

Sam held onto Alex, comforting her through her panic. He didn't want to startle the dog, by making any sudden movements.

The dog didn't notice Dean sneaking up behind him, as he tried getting closer to Alex. Dean took the opportunity to jump on top of the dog and pin him down.

Dean looked up at Alex, who was about a foot away from him. Although to her it felt like fifteen to twenty feet. "Good morning, Alex." He struggled to hold down the dog and grunted, "Excuse me. I have to lock some one up in the bathroom." Dean picked up the dog and took it into the bathroom. When he walked out, he noticed Sam trying to calm Alex down. He decided it would be best for him to give them some space, while Alex took it all in.

Dean picked up his cup and started to drink more of his coffee. After a few refreshing warms gulps, he walked over to the door, where he dropped the bags. Bending down, he picked up the bags and then brought them over to the table. He sat down and started to take stuff out. First he pulled out a small cage for the Impala, then food for the pets, and left a few other items in the other bag. He started to feed the dog, but waited to feed the Impala (That's something he thought he would never have to do.), because it was in the drawer under Sam and Alex.

"Alex?" Sam asked.

No Answer.

He tried again, but still doesn't get a response.

"Alex, why don't you get some rest." Sam suggested, trying to ease her back down, but she wouldn't move.

"I can't. This is just too freakin' weird, man. What the hell was in that pizza?" She said trying to reason with herself on possible answers.

Smiling at her comment, Sam says, "There was nothing wrong with the pizza."

Alex jerked her head towards Sam. "Oh really? Well somethings obviously wrong!"

Sam sighed and reassured her again, "Dean's gonna fix this."

"Yeah. Don't worry Alex. You'll be tall again. Well...not that tall. I mean, you were pretty short to begin with." Dean smirked to try and lighten up the mood.

Dean had gotten up when he heard Alex yell. He picked up some food for them and one of the bags, and started to walk over to them.

Seeing Dean coming towards her, Alex let out a yelp, so he stopped moving. She didn't make any more noises, so he took a few more steps.
She yelped again, so he stopped again.

"You sound like you have hiccups." Sam told her.

"I can't help it." Alex said, talking fast. It was something that she did when she was nervous.

Sam looked at her confused. "And who do you know that can control their hiccups?"

Still talking fast, Alex says, "Shut up."

"Alex. Just calm down, alright? It's just me, Dean. Remember me? I'm the one that pulled you out of your wrecked car and gave you the mini Impala for you birthday.

Alex didn't say anything, so Dean knelt down in front of them and placed a doughnut down on top of a napkin. Then he started going through the bag, and pulled out a dollhouse dinning set.

Sam grinned, seeing his older brother holding the toy in his hands. "You bought doll furniture?"

"Would you rather eat off the floor?"

"No." Sam said in honesty.

"Then shut up." Dean had prepared a comeback when he picked the stuff out, because he knew that Sam would give him a hard time about it.

Dean opened the package and set down a chair, table, plates and cups. He then carefully poured some coffee and orange juice in the cups, using a straw and letting it slowly drip in. Sam sat on the chair and started to talk to Dean about last night, while Alex was still sitting in the same spot.

"Do you remember anything strange that might have happened last night?" Dean asked as he took a bite of a doughnut.

Sam thought about it then remembered something. "After we got back from the store, I thought some one ran by us, but I didn't see anyone. Then we both started coughing and sneezing."

"Maybe it was the glitter. I don't remember you having it on in my car, because if you did I would have killed you. Do you have any idea how hard that stuff is to get out?" Dean turned to Alex, who still stayed silent.

"What would use glitter on its victims?" Sam asked, thinking it was a ridiculous idea.

"I can think of one thing, but it's on my bull cr*p list." Dean rolled his eyes at the thought.

"What? A fairy?" Sam laughed in disbelief at the notion.

"Yeah, but it can't be, because no one has any hard core evidence that they actually exist."

Sam sat at the table and started running different scenarios through his head. "Why don't we test the glitter on something, to see if it is the glitter that did this to us."

Dean looked around, then noticed that there was still some glitter in Alex's hair. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to Sam, who was confused at what he wanted.

"She still has glitter in her hair. Probably more than you, and I don't think she wants me touch her right now." Dean gave Alex a smile, to show her that he understood how she was feeling.

"Good idea."

Sam carefully wiped Alex's hair on the tissue and then handed it back to Dean. "What are you going to test it on?"

After looking around for something to test it on, Dean decided to put it on the laptop. He spread it all over the screen and key board, then waited for something to happen, but nothing did.

"Huh." Dean shrugged. "Oh well, now it matches your face."

"I can't believe you just did that!"

Dean raised his eyebrows at the threat in Sam's voice. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

Sam let it go and tried to get Alex to eat something. He carried a plate with a piece of doughnut on it and cup filled with orange juice over to her. She didn't say anything, but stare at Dean and slowly began to eat. Noticing that she wasn't saying anything and still staring, Dean said, "Come on. Am I really that freaky looking?"

"Now that you mention it..." Sam began to say as he stood up.

Dean brought up his hand and flicked Sam just enough to knock him over.

Caught by surprise, Sam went flying forward and smacked the top of the nightstand face first. He sat up and glared at Dean, while checking to see if his forehead was bleeding.

"Dude, can you stop knocking me over?" Sam said annoyed.

"Sorry, Mighty Mouse" Dean's smirk faded away, when he noticed that Alex was glaring at him with her arms crossed over her chest. "What?"

"If he's Mighty Mouse, than who am I?" Alex asked, annoyed by what was going on. "He's a over a foot taller than me!"

Dean smiled, because she was finally talking to him, then he explained, "That makes you Thumbelina."

Alex opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it and closed her mouth.

"You kinda brought that upon your self, Alex." Sam said, smiling that he wasn't the only one getting picked on. He shared Dean's amusement only to stop, because he was also being glared at by Alex.

"Sure, it's funny to you, because your so freaking tall!" Alex yelled at Sam from her spot on the table.

"I beg to differ." Dean chimed in with a smirk.