Unintentional || Four

Wiping her eyes, the fairy raised her head (to say what moron would mistake her for a friggin demon!). But a silver knife unsheathed not an inch from her chest, effectively stunning her into silence. She closed her eyes and turned away, face screwed up so much it hurt. 

The cold metal of the blade grazed her abdomen, like death inching its way along her body. She lay on her back, the heat of his pulse suddenly stifling, pounding in her ears in competition with her own heartbeat. 

With a flick of his wrist, Dean cut the cord. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his massive hand crowding her space again, the stolen necklace being pulled slowly but surely from around her waist.  Ashling rapidly studied his face, then his brother's; she came to a revelation. 

They didn't know what she was. They obviously weren't sure what to do with her, but they certainly didn't have it in them to kill an apparently helpless, four-inch woman. 

Which gave her the upper hand. 

Dean pocketed the necklace safely into his jeans. He looked up when he felt the miniature woman quivering in his hand. Her little chest was rising and falling rapidly. On the verge of hyperventilating if she kept that up. "W-w-what-what's h-happening to me?" Her cheeks were already wet from water, but it was clear she was crying. 

Her pathetic sniffling made him glance to Sam for help, but his brother hadn't any more idea what to do than he did. 

Dean swallowed the seed of compassion. "Caught in the act." 

Her eyes went wide. "What?"

"-Or did it just happen to tie itself around your waist?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! I have no idea..." She exclaimed in between labored breaths. "One minute, I'm brushing my teeth, the next I'm in hippie clothes, surrounded by giants!" She looked between them, imploring for a shred of understanding. "Please... I'm an elementary school teacher!" 

Dean looked skeptical, but began to consider the possibility. They had seen some pretty weird shit in their time.

"So... basically, you're saying something shrunk you?" 

"I guess! I don't know..."

"Did you see or feel anything... Unusual?" Sam tried. Going through the normal victim routine was helping him to approach the situation logically and keep his cool. 

She shook her head, then frowned in recollection.  

"I thought I saw my shadow move. ."

They stared at her stonily.

"Maybe I'm going crazy..." Ash curled inward, doing a poor job of getting her breathing under control as she took in the scale of things. 

"What's your name?" Sam took a deep breath and tried to address her like he would any victim of a supernatural creature.  Ash spewed the first name that came to mind. 

"Morgan Lemore." 

"Okay, Morgan. Just take a deep breath." 

The tiny woman took his advice, sniffling dying down. Dean looked uncomfortable. 

"Let's get to San Diego and book a room for the night. Give Bobby a call." He decided, moving his hand towards Sam. "Here." 

Ash took the cue and scooted into the new palm. She shyly raised her eyes to the new giant holding her, offering the tiniest of grateful smiles. He took his own turn to marvel at the sensation of a tiny woman sitting in his hand, the bizzare intricacies he  could feel.

The engine turned over and Dean shifted gears. The impala roared back into motion, merging back onto the highway. Sam bet even Bobby was going to be thrown for a loop with this one. 

The poor thing clapped her hands over her ears from the engine noise. Sam realized sounds must be magnified to her, too.

"I'm sorry. This is weird for both of us." He cracked a tentative smile at her, lowering his hand  into his lap. 

"You have no idea." Her reply was barley heard, like a bitter laugh. 

She instinctively gripped his skin for support whenever they tok a slight curve, or when they ran over a pebble- only to remember she was sitting on a massive hand and quickly curl her knees back to her chest. Sam felt his heart soften at the sight of her fretting. Dean kept glancing over periodically; as if seeing her for the twelfth or thirteenth time would provide some sudden illumination. 

After nearly an hour, her tiny frame relaxed back against him limply, seemed to drift off into a light doze.  Gently, Sam raised his other hand to trail a curious finger down her side.

Ashling smiled behind closed eyes.