Sam was talking a lot. It was hard to follow - he wasn’t sure if that was because he was a rodent, if that was something to do with his brain, or whatever, or if it was just because he couldn’t really respond very well. He bobbed his head in a nod and shook it as prompted, wishing he’d thought of that in the first place.
>"Look, I know this is bad, but I'm gonna fix it, okay? I'm gonna...I'll figure it out. I'll get Ruby and Hermione and some of the other witches here to find a way to reverse whatever happened to you."
Dean nodded again, trying to convey his unspoken I know, because despite the fact that he was kinda freaking out, and he was close to the edge of panic just being this close to something (someone, Sam, but his mind kept going back to indeterminable objects, flashes of monsters in his head that weren’t part of the rodent section of his brain but that stirred up the fear just that much more) that could so easily kill him, he wasn’t really worried that he’d be stuck this way. There were way too many witches and angels around for him to be worried about that.
>"You said you were hungry, right?" Another tiny little nod, and then Sam was shifting and he automatically clung on tighter, tiny claws hooking in through the denim, so he wouldn’t fall. This whole being freakishly tiny thing was harder than he’d expected. Not that he’d really been expecting anything like this, or whatever, but he’d just kinda figured it was simple. Maybe for normal rodents it was, but it definitely wasn’t, for him.
>"Try these."
Sam was holding a few peanuts out to him, then, and he eyed them for a second, flicking a glance up at his brother, back and forth for a long moment while he tried to figure out the logistics of this whole eating thing, and then he hopped up onto his brother’s hand, picking up a peanut in his stupid tiny paw-hand-things and trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to eat it, finally settling on gnawing on it a little. It worked, even if it was kind of a pain in the ass.