THE BITTY MEME.

[dirtysocksandthensome]

Simply put. You are a small child. Or alternatively someone dealing with a small child. Either you turned into a kid or you're having to deal with a friend or individual who is now a child.

1. Playground: You're on a playground, either wrangling a small child or you're playing on the best playground, ever.

2. Toys: You're a kid in a toy store! Hooray!
Or..You're an adult in a toy store! Damn it!

3. Big Bad "something or other": You're a scared small children for some reason, maybe there's thunder or explosions or something.

4. Food Too much sugar, too much something or other.

5. Making Friends and Wildcard option: Your character's a kid. Go nuts with that.

Comments

[morethananything]

[Sam flinches at the sound of the voice — familiar and yet so unfamiliar. He could swear it's like Dean, but the voice is all wrong, and it makes him uneasy before it comforts him. Still... Curiosity takes a grip on his fear, and he crawls just enough to peer out from around the lip of the sliding closet door. He's trying not to be seen — trying to just watch and see who this is that uses his brother's inflection and yet sounds so different. He recognizes the jacket easily.

But... It's different. It's sort of Dean, but it's sort of not. Dean's supposed to be much smaller. Not smaller than him, but small! He watches in a sort of awe, trying to piece it together.]

[roadstonowhere]

[The lack of an immediate response doesn't help Dean's panic. Muttering a curse under his breath, he moves to check the bathroom. Empty. He's got his cell out, about to call his little brother, when he catches movement in the closet out of the corner of his peripheral vision.]

Sam?

[morethananything]

[He chokes back a gasp and shrinks into the closet completely, heartbeat quickening. He's not sure what's happening, or why this person has Dad's jacket on, or why he looks like Dean sort of — or why Sam's clothes are so large on him that he has to hold his boxers up with one hand that is engulfed by a plaid sleeve. It's all a little overwhelming, and he sort of wants to cry.]

I — I don't know you!

[It's an attempt at sounding affirmative and confident and brave, but the way his voice quivers sort of destroys any illusion that he's taking this well.]

[roadstonowhere]

[What the hell? That voice isn't the voice of a fourteen year old, but it's definitely Sam's voice. Stepping up to the closet, he opens the door slowly — and for nearly a minute all Dean can seem to do is stare at the boy inside.]

Son of a bitch.

[Collecting himself enough to be able to do more than gape, Dean carefully kneels down, trying to keep from spooking Sam more than he already is.]

Sammy, it's me, Dean. What the hell happened?

[morethananything]

[Sam shrinks back further, eyes wide and translucently hazel.]

You're — you can't be Dean. You're too big.

[Suffice to say, Dean, he's not gonna be very helpful in how the hell this happened. He wrings his overly long shirt in his hands, staying in the furthest corner and looking a bit like a trapped, shivery critter getting stared down by a hound dog.]

You'd... better watch it, 'cus my brother and m'dad are strong!! They'll save me!

[But he sounds very unsure of that. Mostly because he's starting to think maybe there's something about you that is being honest. But how can that be? His little mind can't wrap itself around that.]

[roadstonowhere]

[ Dean frowns. The urge to grab Sam and wrap him up in a blanket like he used to do during bad thunderstorms is overwhelming, but he knows just grabbing the kid out of the closet will only make the situation worse so he settles down on the floor, still moving carefully. ]

What can I do to prove I'm Dean?

[morethananything]

[How to prove he's Dean... the tiny little fella sort of quirks his lips to the side, still wringing the shirt in his hands, and tries to think of something that would prove Dean's Dean even if he's not Dean. Ultimately, he's got a few ideas.]

What happened when we played Batman and Superman? What happened when we was on the roof?

[That one is a good one. He'll never forget that day for sure.]