Kingpin Motel (Supernatural G/T)

Chapter Fourteen

Sam and Dean were both startled awake that night by screams. Dean had still slept on one bed, Sam on the other, and Starla had decided to return to the walls only that night to sleep. Only now, she was screaming, and the boys only had one way to get to her.

"Dean, you shouldn't go in there." Sam insisted, watching his older brother peer into the dark hole in the wall hidden by a shelf. 

"Probably not but I have to," Dean grumbled softly, listening to the screams turn to gut-wrenching sobs. They were soft, and he was certain Sammy couldn't hear them. So before his brother could protest anymore he slipped into the walls, following the sounds of the cries.

"Dean!" Sam's voice whispered rather roughly, and Dean flinched. How he had managed to fall asleep earlier he didn't know. 

He's in the walls. His brother is a giant. This isn't right, it's wrong. He feels so out of place. At least Starla was close to his height. Now he just had to find her. "Starla?" He called out, still following the soft sobs that ceased when he said her name.

"I-I'm okay Dean." Her quiet voice piped up, and he found her huddled in a corner. Fresh tear tracks stained her face, her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and her face was paler than it's usual color.

"You're not. Come on, let's go back out to Sam." Dean offered the Borrower a hand, watching her, his green eyes showing his concern. 

Starla stared at Dean's outstretched hand, every fiber in her body telling her to take it. To go out and talk to them. However, even she didn't know what was entirely wrong. her dream was blurry already, she could only remember one thing. A sharp pain in her gut.

"I-I'll catch up, let me clean up a little first, please." Starla requested, standing up from where she sat. She could see Dean's hesitance to leave her alone. But the hunter obliged and walked out of what she considered her 'bedroom'. 

She waited until he was gone to hurry over to the mirror shard she snagged for her own, lifting her shirt. Sure enough, right where the pain had been in her nightmare, a round scar above her navel. But where did it come from? She couldn't remember ever getting hurt. And yet that scar has been there since she was still young. 

Figuring Dean and Sam were waiting for her, Starla sprinted through the tunnels she crafted, running out into the open. Sam was still sitting on the floor, his hand resting palm up with Dean sitting in the middle and watching for Starla when she finally emerged.

Looking back and forth between Sam and Dean, Starla took deep breaths. She tried to calm herself down. It wasn't working very well though. "C-Can I sleep out here with you guys?" She spoke softly, her hands still shaking from that nightmare and the fear.

Sam didn't have to hear a word, he was already in motion, his free hand lifted the teenager from the floor and moving her onto the nightstand closest to his bed. Figuring Dean didn't want to be held anymore, he put him down with Starla just while he looked for something she could use as bedding.

The brown haired Borrower eyed the purple barb in Dean's chest. "D-Does that make it hard to sleep?"

Dean shrugged the question off with a smile, responding with one of his typical quips. "Sleep is for the weak."

She still didn't take her eyes off the barb. This was weird. The round shape. If she didn't know any better, her own scar matched what that strange thing would leave on Dean. 

Sam placing a makeshift bed made from a soft rag that had bloodstains on it pulled her from her thoughts. "It's not fresh, it's old, just stained. I swear." Sam spoke with a small smile, watching his brother and the girl he considers his little sister look at him. Dean still looked tense, but he could ignore that enough.

Starla crawled into the soft bed. It was warm, comfortable, like a human bed built for her. Only it was just a rag that smelled slightly irony from the bloodstains. She could get past it though. Her blue eyes grew immediately heavy, and despite how much that nightmare scared her, she was still exhausted. 

Sam and Dean watched Starla closely, casting concerned glances at each other. Dean knew if he didn't move those concerned looks would then be aimed at him. "Well! I'm going to go back to bed." He muttered out, turning his back to Sam, unprepared when large fingers wrapped around his miniaturized form.

"Dean, can't...can't you just talk to me? A little bit?" Sam asked as softly as he could, lowering Dean into his palm to hopefully calm the tensed hunter. 

"You really want me to?" 

"Yes."

"Fine." Dean pushed his hand through his short hair, absently twirling the amulet he always wore in his hand. "You're a freaking giant, Sam. The world is freaking giant. What, am I supposed to pretend everything is okay when in reality you could make one wrong move and Starla or myself could die?"

"I've thought about that far too often Dean." Sam's lips curled into a frown. "Even before you shrunk. I constantly worry about slipping up and hurting Starla. And now I have to worry about hurting you." Those large hazel eyes stared at Dean, his eyebrows furrowed. 

It was true. He could imagine it being all his fault if Starla or Dean got hurt. They're in his care currently and he has to make sure they're safe. 

"Why don't you get some sleep, Sammy. We'll talk more tomorrow when you go talk to the previous missing person's families." Dean used one of his tiny hands to pad the side of Sam's thumb, seeing as that was all he could to try and comfort Sam. To reassure him.

The younger hunter slowly lowered Dean onto one of the motel rooms pillows to let him get comfortable and fetched a beer from the minifridge across the room. 

"Hey, use a cap and get me some." Dean piped up, looking at the bottle that was more than double his size. 

Sam cast a disbelieving look at Dean before shaking his head with a smile. Maybe if he let himself, he could try and forget Dean was four inches tall.