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Dean was in the middle of a very confusing dream. It had begun with Ben, as did more dreams than Dean would care to admit, but this time he wasn't leaving Ben behind. This time, he was back at Ben's birthday party, eating slice after slice of that delicious cake. It was an awesome cake - covered in race cars - so awesome that it almost pained Dean to eat it, but he did.
Slice after slice, and eventually through the haze of dream sugar, Dean realized he was growing smaller with every bite. To his horror, he found he couldn't stop eating it, not even when he'd shrunk shorter than Ben himself. He was just shrinking away in horror from Lisa and the slice in her hands when a loud noise sounded outside the hut, jerking Dean from slumber.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Dean pushed a hand through his hair. It was sweaty from the heat and the stress of the nightmare both, but it was longer, too. Shaggy, even, and Dean sat up like a shot.
That...didn't much improve matters. "What the hell!" he shouted in a voice that was far too shrill. Even in bed, he could tell that he was much shorter than when he'd gone to bed. Opening his mouth as far as it would go, Dean considered the possible causes. Everyone last one of them ended in demon douchery. Or tricksters. Dean sucked in a long breath, lungs filling in no time at all, and bellowed for Sam.
The effect was not nearly as impressive as he'd hoped. "Dammit!"
Slice after slice, and eventually through the haze of dream sugar, Dean realized he was growing smaller with every bite. To his horror, he found he couldn't stop eating it, not even when he'd shrunk shorter than Ben himself. He was just shrinking away in horror from Lisa and the slice in her hands when a loud noise sounded outside the hut, jerking Dean from slumber.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Dean pushed a hand through his hair. It was sweaty from the heat and the stress of the nightmare both, but it was longer, too. Shaggy, even, and Dean sat up like a shot.
That...didn't much improve matters. "What the hell!" he shouted in a voice that was far too shrill. Even in bed, he could tell that he was much shorter than when he'd gone to bed. Opening his mouth as far as it would go, Dean considered the possible causes. Everyone last one of them ended in demon douchery. Or tricksters. Dean sucked in a long breath, lungs filling in no time at all, and bellowed for Sam.
The effect was not nearly as impressive as he'd hoped. "Dammit!"