Crossing Over

Cara ran. Her feet thundering along the ground as she ran through the old mansion. She was kicking up dust, trying to blind her enemy for even a split second. She had her machete tightly in her right hand, but there were too many damn vamps. She cursed at herself for just running into the nest blindly, and without any backup either! "Great going, genius," she hissed darkly.

Keeping up her running, she was slowly coming to the end of her line. She gave a gasp as one of them lunged at her. She was just able to cut its head off, splattering herself in blood. Sweat lined her forehead as she heard growls of anger from behind her.

Licking her dry lips, she skid almost to a stop and cut across and down another hallway. Her lungs were burning, but she had to keep going. This hunter was gonna live another day. She ain't dying today, no. She was gonna live on... Well, for now she was. If she did get out alive, that is.

She knew that most hunters didn't run, unless they had to or it was the only resource of escape. And now, it was both of those. Daring a glance back, Cara saw the three left with eyes burning with anger. Keeping her breathing steady, or trying to, she looked back ahead and her eyes widened in panic.

A massive window was ahead of her.

Well, maybe her life would end today. She was on the third story and it was straight cement right below all the windows. It was a dead end and the only way of escape now, was to, well, jump out the window. "Great," she hissed softly, before leaping and smashing her way through the window. Dropping her machete so it wouldn't impale her when she hit the ground. Her eyes squeezed shut in terror. Okay, this was it. There are other hunters in the world, not only her, so they'd be able to get those sons of bitches for her because she had failed to.

She suddenly hit something, but, it wasn't the ground. No, this was softer. Almost spongy. A shiver snuck down her spine and she kept curled into her fetal position to do anything. Suddenly it shifted, and her eyes snapped open. What the hell? Cara looked around before patting herself down to make sure she had no broken bones or injuries. That wouldn't be good, she didn't have any of her supplies with her. She then noticed the surface beneath her was light, she placed one hand on the surface beneath her and she bit back a cry of fear. It felt like skin. The texture was rough, skin like and friggen skin colour. It was skin.

A loud sound rumbled through her and she covered her mouth, before trying to scramble backwards and bumping into something else. She turned her gaze up and her eyes bulged. Whatever this thing was, it had hair and a neck. She looked around, and was wearing, was that a shirt? Flannel? She swallowed down a scream saw a shadow looming over her. She looked over and let out a startled yelp. It was a hand.

A giant, friggen hand.

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It had been a late night, and the brothers really weren't up for anything weird. Especially after how beaten they had gotten on that wendigo hunt. "Man, I hate wendigos," Dean commented, pushing down his jacket sleeve and taking a look at the gash the damn monster had left on his shoulder. "And I hate the friggen claws most of all."

His brother wasn't far behind when it came to being beaten and bloody, and once they walked into the motel, the lady at the front desk had looked at them strangely and mildly alarmed. "Well, they're not some walk in the park, remember the one with that Hayley girl?" Sam asked, unlocking the door to the motel room.

"Yeah," he grunted, trying to find a position in which it wouldn't cause too much pain. "Her brother was almost done for and if it weren't for us, man, he would've been." He stripped from his jacket and grabbed the first aid kit from the table. "Can't we ever go on a hunt without being beaten, like shit man, every single fricken hunt either you, me, or both, get our asses handed to us."

The younger brother shook his head. "Apparently not, I'll grab you a towel to stop the bleeding once you sew it up," he grabbed a clean, white one from the bathroom and tossed it to him. "Try not to bleed on the bed, wouldn't want the maids to have to come in and clean them for us."

Dean smirked. "I wouldn't mind the maids cleaning the sheets~," he then threaded the needle and started to patch up his wound. Biting down on his lower lip, and grunted when he hit a more sensitive spot. It was a rather nasty business sewing yourself up, especially when it hurt like hell. "Son of a bitch-" he growled.

It hadn't been too long after the boys had hit the hay, when Dean felt something strange at the base of his neck. Although he was still asleep, his hunter instincts were kicking in and he reached a hand up to grasp at the unknown sensation.

He heard a small noise, almost like a voice, giving something like a yelp. But thinking it was still in his mind, he was able to snatch the thing up into a light, but firm fist. Sitting up, he leaned against the backboard of the bed and opened his hand to view the little thing he had caught. He opened his eyes and peered down at it, before they widened in surprise. "What the hell?"

It looked human. Like, honest to god human. It had hair, wore clothes, minuscule hands and even smaller fingers. And from the figure and the way its hair was, he believed it was female. He was at a loss. He had never seen something like this, and hunters saw a crapton of weird and freaky. But this, this was a little too much for him to believe or, well, want to. He could see her tiny little chest huffing and puffing, her eyes were wide with terror and then he realized he probably looked massive to her.

"Hey, uh, look," Dean said, cupping his other hand around the tiny being, so if she were to tumble backwards, it wouldn't be off his hand, but into his other. "T-take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you, I swear."

The look she gave him when he spoke, actually kind of surprised him. He saw it build up in her face, a look he knew really well. The 'run like hell' look. Although, she couldn't really go anywhere, he could sure tell thoughts were running through her head. He curled his fingers in a little more and mentally cringed as he watched her flinch at the movement. He reached over slowly and flicked the light on the beside table on, causing light to flood the room and Sam to groan and find a position in which the light wasn't bothering him.

"Dean, what the hell?" He said, his voice heavy with sleep and a silent undertone saying 'shut the damn light off and let me sleep'. When there was no answer from his older brother, he pushed the blankets from himself and sat up, squinting in the light before letting them adjust. Sam saw his brother with his hands cupped and his eyes focused down on the thing in it. At first, he thought it was his phone, but that idea was shattered when Dean looked over and nodded for him to get his ass over to the other bed.

Sam rolled his eyes and got up, running a hand through his hair before down his face and he leaned over Dean's shoulder to look at... "What the hell?" His eyes peered down to the small shaking figure in his brother's hands. "Is that... human?"

Dean looked up and shrugged lightly, trying not to shake the girl more than she was. "I don't know," he admitted. "But it sure looks like it, don't it?" He moved his gaze back down to the girl. She had no weight in his hands, or, that's what it felt like. He let his eyes soften and hoping to ease her into relaxing. Dean noticed that her wide little eyes, hadn't moved from him, nor had they seemed to have blinked. Sam had a hand on his shoulder, which showed him, he hadn't left him alone to deal with this. "Hey, uh, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He wasn't even sure it spoke English.

Her shaking was still visible, but it wasn't nearly as vigorous as when he had first looked upon her. He looked down to her, honestly astonished on how such a small being could exist. Especially without hunters knowing about them. And Dean could hardly believe that his own fingers dwarfed the girl. He wanted to pass this as a hallucination from lack of sleep, but when she shook her head, his breathing hitched. She understood him.

"Sammy, did she just shake her head?" He asked, really wanting to see if she had shook her head, or if his mind was playing tricks on him. He felt that his brother's hand had tensed up a little on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Dean," Sam breathed, almost hesitant to speak, worried his tone would be too loud for the little girl. "She did." It was incredible to see something so small, being held by his brother and damn, did his fingers really make her look tiny. She couldn't have been bigger than three inches at most.

Dean had let out a soft sigh of relief, at least he hadn't hurt her. If he did, it would've made him feel awful. She was so small and defenceless and with one careless motion of his, he could end her. It made him mentally cringe. She really was delicate, and he knew it, hell, she even knew it. And it most likely scared her because of that fact. Hell, if kind of frightened him.

The hunter was at a loss. What the hell was he supposed to ask a three inch girl he had just found at, he checked the time quickly, 1:28am? He looked up to his little brother and gave him a look saying 'help me out here'.

Sam cleared his throat, before looking down to her. And for once, the girl moved her terrified gaze to him. He gave a her a small, gentle smile. "Hey," he said softly, looking down to her. "I'm Sam, this is my older brother Dean. We're not going to hurt you, okay? Do you, uh, have a name?" Since she understood English, might as well ask her some questions right? And most importantly, her name.

The girl gave another weak nod, and she seemed to shrink back with both pairs of eyes on her now. Squeezing her eyes shut, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. So, she tried again, this time a small squeak formed. Well, she was getting somewhere. They had asked her mostly 'yes' and 'no' questions, which were easier to answer, but this one, the one about her name, god, it was hard to answer. She was terrified. And she knew that they knew it. Hell, she had been shaking like a leaf, still was to be exact. "M-my, name's C-Cara," she squeaked out, hiding her face in her hands.

Dean froze. She spoke. Her voice was so small, but it carried and he was able to hear her clearly. It was ridiculous, yet incredible. "Nice to meet you Cara," he told her, keeping his voice low in tone. "Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

She bit her lip nervously but gave a soft nod. Now they were getting somewhere. This was good. "I-I'm a 5'4" foot tall h-hunter..," she began flinching mildly as his fingers gave a small twitch.

Wait a moment, Sam looked down to her. A brow quirked. "A 5'4" hunter?" He asked. Well, for hunter, she could mean deer or the supernatural, but he couldn't deny that he had heard her say 'five feet and four inches tall.' That would be impossible, wouldn't it? Okay, this was really screwing with his mind now. Cara gave a small nod and looked down to her hands. "But, how did you get here? You don't look to be 5'4"."

She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes, but she fought them down. "I-I don't know," she responded, her voice broken. "I was on a v-vamp hunt, jumping out a window a-and next thing I know, h-here I am."

Dean bit his lip nervously. She was a hunter, like, supernatural hunter. So, she was on a vamp case, leaping out a window and now she's here? How does that even work? Witches? No, couldn't possibly. She had literally just said 'vamp hunt' not 'witch hunt'. He closed his eyes and let himself relax a little more against the headboard, peering down to the small girl, not risking running a hand through his hair in case she were to lose her balance. Sure, he was still seated on the bed, but landing wrong, even on soft material, could prove deadly. Which made him shudder.

Cara looked up to him, and for the first time, they had their eyes actually make contact. Large emerald eyes, meeting miniscule hazel eyes. But instead of letting herself freak out, like she wanted to, she tried to find a place of serenity. Taking in a deep breath, she let herself think for a moment and really let it settle in. She was so venerable to them, either could end her if they wanted or if they saw her as a threat, but hadn't made any aggressive movements towards her. And she almost felt relaxed with that feeling, but something still kept her on edge. She wasn't anywhere near her home.

And she had no idea on how to get back.