Honey, I shrunk the Winchesters
Jan. 11th, 2014 09:57 pmPART TWO
Being able to see over the top of crowds; being able to lean right over a pool table to take an awkward shot; being able to take things down from high shelves. Sam hadn’t realized just how much he took being tall for granted until now. He and Dean had spent the last fifteen minutes pushing a chair from the table in the library to the door so that they could reach the door handle, and the effort had left them both sweating. Dean had stubbed his toe twice and Sam was grateful that he’d been shrunk with his boots on.
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Being able to see over the top of crowds; being able to lean right over a pool table to take an awkward shot; being able to take things down from high shelves. Sam hadn’t realized just how much he took being tall for granted until now. He and Dean had spent the last fifteen minutes pushing a chair from the table in the library to the door so that they could reach the door handle, and the effort had left them both sweating. Dean had stubbed his toe twice and Sam was grateful that he’d been shrunk with his boots on.
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