Disclaimer: I own no part of the Supernatural series, just my collection of DVD's.
A/N: Everyone's been writing such incredible, but sad stories lately that I felt the need to lighten the mood a little. So, I'm going back in time to the first season where Sam and Dean were still getting used to working together again and they run into a rather small problem. Let me know what you think or if I should even continue this.
Warning: There is some bad language ahead
The Incredible Shrinking Sam
Big Things come in Small Packages
Let's get Small!
"Ooomph!" Sam barely had time to register the collision with the man before he found himself falling backward and landing squarely and rather painfully on his ass. A walk in the park had seemed like a good idea after his latest fight with Dean at the time, but he should have been watching where he was going and should have taken his head out of the clouds and paid closer attention to his surroundings. Dad would have had a fit knowing how poor his situational awareness had become since going off to college.
However, hindsight is 20/20 and now he had a sore butt to prove it.
"Sorry...I didn't see you there." Sam offered an apology and a hand to the man while trying to get up off of the sidewalk.
"Jeez, man." The other guy grumbled, rubbing his own sore bottom.
"Sorry...I'm really sorry." The other man took Sam's preferred hand and let him haul him up, grabbing firmly onto his wrist. Once standing, Sam realized just how short the other man was, he couldn't have been any taller than 5 feet, coming up no further than to Sam's chest.
"Ever heard of watching where you're going?" The man asked, quite incensed.
"Look, I'm sorry. I just didn't see you there."
"Why? Because I'm so short you couldn't see me from way up there?" Okay, maybe the guy was more than just incensed, he had a chip on his shoulder the size of the Grand canyon.
"That's not what I meant. I just had things on my mind..." Sam tried to explain.
"Sure..." The man shot back sarcastically. "Or maybe the air up there is so thin that it's cutting off the oxygen to your brain."
"Dude...I said I'm sorry, it was an accident. I don't know what else you want me to do?"
"How about you spend some time in my shoes? You think it's easy being so short that sasquatches like you plow into you all the time?" And with that the little man shook his head in disgust and stomped off, leaving Sam behind in a cloud of confusion.
Ray McClennan was short. He knew it, everyone knew it. It wasn't like he was a dwarf, he just never grew and it had always bothered him. He was the one that was picked last in school for dodge ball, he was the one that had his lunch money stolen and he was the one that always had to look up to people. For once he just wished those jerks he had known growing up knew what it was like to be him. Maybe then they wouldn't have been so cruel.
But recently things were getting worse and he was having a hard time finding meaningful employment. He believed he could be a decent construction worker, but every site he tried to find a job at had the foreman nearly laughing in his face seeing how small he was. None of them thought him capable of that kind of labor. Even the Army had rejected his application, saying that he had to be at least 5 ft tall and he was just shy by only an inch.
Taller men never had to put up with this shit. People looked at a tall man and saw someone they could see as being a competent worker or even a force to be reckoned with. But when people looked down on him, all they saw was a joke waiting to be made.
And now, after his little run-in with that giant asshole that hadn't been watching where he was going, he was reaching a breaking point.
Angry and still sore from where he fell on his rump, he turned the key in the apartment door and flung it open, storming inside.
"Jesus, Ray. Give a girl a heart-attack why don't you?" Across the room, his older sister, Lizzy sat at the little cafe table reading a thick book, her black dyed hair whipping around as she turned an annoyed eye his way.
He practically ignored her as he walked over to the couch and flopped down with a loud, defeated sigh. Lizzy could always pick up on his moods and this time was no different. "What's the matter? You having more trouble finding a job?"
He didn't answer her, instead he flipped on the TV and began channel surfing. Truth was, he had just come back from seeing the Army recruiter when he decided to take a short cut in the park and had his collision with gigantor. He was most definitely not in the mood to talk, especially not to his freakazoid sister.
But Lizzy didn't pick up on his less-than subtle hint that he wanted to be left alone to brood. Instead, she flipped shut her book and walked across the room, taking the spot on the couch next to him and flicking him on the ear. "C'mon, Ray-Ray. You can talk to me. What's going on? Why you so down?"
"Don't call me Ray-Ray....It's just Ray. Ray-Ray's a chubby twelve year old."
"Gosh, someone's got his panties in a bunch. C'mon...you're my little brother, I want to help."
"Yeah, I am little..."
"Oh. Is that what this is about? Has someone been messing with you?" She asked, a dangerous glint lighting her eyes as though she would go out and find the bastard that had dared to make fun of her brother and make them pay.
God. It was bad enough being as short as he was but having to have your sister stick up for you all of the time was way worse. Though if he was honest with himself, if it hadn't been for Lizzy and her job at the used book store, then he wouldn't have any place to live. He owed her a lot and was grateful for her help, but it was still hard to accept it.
"It's nothing." He tried to convince her.
"Tell me." She insisted, not buying it.
"Tell me." She grabbed his arm playfully and twisted it. "Or I'll break your arm."
"Fine." He relented. "If you must know, I went to the recruiter today and guess who's too short to even get shot at...Yep, that's right, this guy. " He pointed to himself. "And then just to put the cherry on top of my shitty day this behemoth runs right into me in the park. Didn't even see me. God...what I wouldn't give to teach them all a lesson."
"Hmmm....a lesson eh?" Lizzy looked off thoughtfully. "That gives me an idea."
"Well don't let it hurt you." Ray quipped back only to be rewarded with a slap to the back of the head.
"Will you just listen, stupid."
"Alright then, what's your amazing revelation?"
"Well, maybe we could teach them a lesson....you got anything that the recruiter or that guy in the park touched or owned?"
"Nah, I didn't take anything from the recruiter. But..." Ray pulled out a shiny, gold colored watch with a grin growing on his face. "I did manage to swipe this from the bigfoot in the park when he helped me up. Stupid kid probably doesn't even realize it's gone yet."
Ray may not have had much luck in the job department, but he made a pretty decent pick-pocket.
"That's perfect." She held out her hand and he dropped it into hers.
"What ya need it for? I was planning on hockin' it."
"You'll see." She got up and headed back to the table where her book sat and she picked it up, flipping through the pages. Ray recognized the book. It was a heavy, leather bound tome with a pentacle embossed over the cover that she had been reading over and over again lately.
His sister had always been as weird as he was short, but recently she had begun an obsession with all things supernatural that frankly had him a little scared for her. She had also changed her appearance dramatically, dying her hair from blond to black then wearing all sorts of black dresses and put on heavy, black eyeliner, making her look more like a goth Elvira than the big sister he had grown up with. It wasn't too long after that that she had started dabbling in witchcraft, reading anything she could get her hands on about magic spells and incantations from the book store where she worked. He didn't really believe in all of that magic crap, but his sister sure did.
"What are you gonna do, put a spell on the guy?" He asked with derision.
"Yep." Was her curt reply.
"What? You can't be serious. You know that shit is just nonsense, don't you?"
"Oh ye of little faith, Ray. Remember Rebecca Thomas, that slut that slept with my boyfriend last month?"
"What about her?"
"Well, thanks to this book I was able to give her a little case of genital herpes that won't be going away anytime soon."
"Oh yeah?" She started pulling out candles, jars filled with things he didn't want to know about and all sorts of strange amulets and charms he didn't even know that she owned. "Just you watch. We'll teach that guy a lesson he won't soon forget."