Chapter 4

Skippy woke up with a groan and pressed her hand up to her head, where it had smacked on the pavement. She looked at her hand and saw a small amount of blood on her palm.

"Terrific." She rolled her eyes and started to get up. That's when she noticed something was wrong. "Where's my car?"
Panicked, she quickly turned around, but didn't see it anywhere. "Oh no." She said, thinking that somebody stole her car. "Spaz! We have a..." She trailed off, noticing that her house was also missing.

"What the heck is going on?"

Skippy started to get worried, because she didn't know where she was or where her sister was. It was when she looked up that she started to notice something. The ceiling extended for miles and at each corner there were giant round tires.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!"

She grabbed her backpack from the ground and walked over to the closest one and realized that it was in fact a tire. And not just any tire, but the tires that belong on her car.

"This is so not good."

Just then she heard a loud noise that sounded like the house door opening.

"SPAZ!" Skippy yelled.

Spaz was just coming out of the door, her bag slung over her arm.

"What, Skippy?" She paused. "... Skippy?"

"Spaz! Down here!" Skippy called, suddenly afraid of being stepped on.

Spaz looked down, and spotted the tiny figure in the grass, waving her arms frantically. Her eyes popped.

"Skippy?" She squeaked. She dropped her bag with a thud that shook Skippy a bit. Spaz was about to get on her knees, but then seemed to think better of it, and took a step back, eyeing Skippy warily.

"Skippy?" She called, as if the real Skippy might appear at any moment.

"Spaz, it's me! Your sister!"

The flutter of little wings caught Spaz's eye, and she spotted the fairy hiding behind a tire.

"Oh no." She lunged forward, grabbed Skippy, picked up her duffle bag, and ran back into the house.

After Spaz placed her sister on the kitchen table, Skippy started looking around the room. She was a little shaken up from the sudden movement and sudden elevation, because she was afraid of heights. The thought of being tiny was so scary that her brain was trying to think of a solution. She avoided the giant shadow that loomed over her with ease. She wasn't ready to face her sister like this yet.

"Skippy?" Spaz noticed right away that something was wrong, besides the obvious. After growing up with her sister for years, she could read her like a book. "What's wrong?"

"We need to leave." Skippy finally spoke, still not looking at her sister. "We need to get out of here before the same thing happens to you. We can't risk it."

"I can't drive!" Spaz said, suddenly nervous. "Not legally, at least."

"That doesn't matter now." Skippy said. "We need to get out. It's critically important."

"But... where will we go? We have nowhere else." Spaz said, sounding as small as Skippy felt.

"Anywhere." Skippy answered, trying to sound brave and big.

"Shouldn't we wait for Uncle Bobby to get back, at least?"

"No. We need to go now."

Spaz took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright."

"And ever since we've been on our own." Skippy finished off her story.

"So, you haven't seen your uncle since then?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Because somebody wants to keep hunting." Spaz glared at Skippy.

"Hey! We have a job to do and I'm not gonna sit around and act like nothing is wrong!"

"What about what's wrong with you?" Spaz asked, irritated by the same fight that they have been having for months.

"I'm not dying!" Skippy argued.

"Alright!" Dean yelled interrupting them. "So, let me get this straight... Pixies are real?"
Everyone gave Dean an odd look.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"So, how long ago did this happen?" Sam asked while Dean was still getting over the fact that pixies were real.

"About... six months ago, maybe?" Skippy thought. "I don't know. Guess I figured that there was no point to keep track of time anymore."

"What she means is," Spaz translated disdainfully, "Is that she doesn't want to know how long she's been tiny. And it's been about eight months, actually."

"Eight months." Sam breathed, staring at Skippy's tiny face. "And you've never found a cure?"

"No." Spaz said somberly. "And you don't really meet people who know how to fix it, either."

"Well, maybe we could help." Sam offered hopefully.

"Uh, Sammy? What about our hunt?" Dean reminded him.

"We could do both." Sam said eagerly. "Besides, they could really use our help."

"What were you hunting?" Skippy asked, hoping for a change in subject.

"There's been some people going missing from this town." Dean explained. "And we need to stop it before more disappear."

"Let me guess," Spaz said, "There's been five so far?"

Sam and Dean both stared at Spaz.

"Yeah, exactly." Dean replied.

"We were hunting the same thing." Spaz explained.

"Well at least you'll have somebody to watch your back this time." Skippy shrugged.

Spaz glared at her sister. "And whose fault is that?"

"I'd rather not get into this when we have company." Skippy sighed and turned her attention back to the guys.

"So, do you guys have any leads?" Sam asked.

“Well there doesn’t seem to be a connection between the victims. It seems random.” Skippy said.

“Or maybe we’re just not seeing it.” Spaz said, sounding a little annoyed. “We’ve looked for one forever though. Have you guys picked up on anything?”

“Not a lot," Dean replied, "Not all of the victims are from around here, but—“

“They all disappear from this town.” Skippy finished.

“And it’s all started since they re-did the museum.” Spaz added.

“Maybe it is a spirit then?” Sam asked, looking to Dean.“I don’t know if spirits can kidnap people.”

“Aliens?” Spaz offered.

“Spaz, why would aliens care to kidnap people after a museum opening?” Skippy rolled her eyes.

“Maybe the museum is a landmark. We should check the roof—“

“No. What do you guys think?”

Dean looked momentarily confused, and then asked Skippy, "Is she serious?"

"Very," she replied flatly. "And that's not even her craziest theory."

Dean slowly nodded his head and turned to Sam, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.

"So, maybe we should check out the museums?" Sam suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Skippy replied.

Dean and Sam both looked at Skippy and then at Spaz.

"She's helps you out on hunts, right?" Dean asked Spaz as he looked at Skippy.

"That's right. She's got an eye for detail that tiny girl. You'd be surprised with the things she catches."

"How do you carry her around without people seeing her?" Dean asked curiously.

“Oh, there’s lots of ways. Pockets, in a pickle jar, in the brim of a sombrero. I’d like to get her a hamster ball, but she won’t let me. She can even sit on my shoulder and be hidden by my hair. If I don’t run, anyway. You know, like a rat, only smaller.”

“She’s your only caregiver?” Sam asked, seeming to wince a little.

“Well, we live with our uncle sometimes, but we haven’t seen him since…this.” Skippy said flatly.

“But don’t worry, I’m doing an excellent job.” Spaz said firmly.

“Definitely. She’s only thrown me away once.” Skippy offered tonelessly. Spaz squirmed.

“Yeah….only once though…”
Dean stared at the tiny girl. “You….are pretty lucky to be alive.”

Skippy laughed.

“Mean,” Spaz murmured.

"Hey, it's true and you know it," Skippy responded as she folded her arms. "Now are we going to check this museum out or just sit here and give these two lessons on how to take care of a tiny person?"

"Alright, sheesh. No need to get bossy." Spaz picked up her sister and placed her on her shoulder, carefully buried in her hair.

"Huh." Dean looked at Spaz's hair, impressed. "That works better than I thought it would."

"Come on," Sam said as he stood up. "The museum closes in an hour and half. We don't have much time to look around."

"Mind if we ride with you? It's kinda distracting to drive with her on my shoulder."

"Why don't you just put her in the jar?" Dean asked, earning himself a jab in his side by his brother.

"That's fine. You can ride with us. There's plenty of room in the back seat." Sam glared at his brother, who just shrugged and they all went out to the car.

"No complaining about the music, either. And don't even think about asking me to play that girly pop music."

Chapter 3

"So...how exactly are you two...together?" Sam asked, as he closed the motel room door behind him.
"She's my big sister." Spaz explained. "And I use the term "big" loosely."
Sam nodded. "Dean's my older brother."
"I guess all the older siblings are short now days." Spaz said with a shrug.
"Still here." Skippy said, annoyed.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about almost eating you. I didn't even realize that..." Dean trailed off, afraid that he would offend the girl.
"What? That people can be tiny?" She finished for him.
"Yeah."
"Me neither. I gotta tell you, that was the weirdest blind date I ever had." She said thinking back.
"How did you end up in his ketchup in the first place?" Sam asked out of curiosity.
"I'd like to know the same thing." Spaz glared at Dean.
"Well..." Skippy started to tell them.
"Alright, Skippy. Fine, I'll let you out." Spaz said reaching into her pocket and pulled out Skippy. "Just hide if somebody comes, okay?"
"Why? Where are you going?" The tiny girl asked, looking up to Spaz with a questioning look.
"I have to use the restroom. I'll be back A.S.A.P." She explained. "Oh and could you get us some ketchup? If you can't-""I can do it!" Skippy said offended. "I may be small, but I think I can manage squirting ketchup into a tiny cup."
Spaz raised her eyebrow at her. "Right. Sorry I doubted you." She said, knowing that Skippy didn't realize how big the cups would be to her now. "I'll be back, don't go any where."
After Spaz left, Skippy started walking along the counter, looking for the ketchup dispenser. She finally found it and looked all the way up at the nozzle.
"Cr*p!" She said, realizing how high up it was.
She looked around and found a cup for ketchup. After it was pushed under the nozzle, she climbed up a stack of white paper cups. From the top of the cups, she jumped onto the large ketchup contained and walked on top of the nozzle that you push down to release the ketchup..
"This isn't so bad." Skippy said to herself as she walked up to the end of the pump. "I just need to keep my balance and don't look down."
Once she reached the end, a large shadow loomed over her entire body. When she looked up, she saw two men that looked a few years older then herself. She was so caught up with how huge and how very attractive they were, that she didn't notice until it was too late. She looked up and saw a hand descending right on top of her. The man wasn't paying attention as he was talking to the other man. Skippy knew that she couldn't risk running back along the nozzle, especially when this guy was about to push it all down. Being at the front end and seeing his hand coming down, she had no choice. She quickly started to climb down the side and tried to hang on, but it was too slippery. She fell off expecting to hit the surface of the table in pain, but instead she landed in a paper cup. When she looked up, she saw to her horror, a waterfall of ketchup. And it was coming right at her. "NO!" She screamed and ducked into the bottom of the cup.
The cup was filled up completely engulfing Skippy in a pool of ketchup. When she surfaced, she tried her best to wipe the ketchup out of her eyes, so she could get a better look at her surroundings. She saw a giant burger and a giant red cup that said coke on the side, complete with a straw. Then she saw what she dreaded the most, an enormous red and yellow french fry container.
"Oh...my...g-ahh!" She screamed as the giant man grabbed a fry and quickly dumped it into the ketchup container. To avoid getting crushed or scooped up, she dove deep down into the ketchup again. After a while she had to resurface to get some fresh air. "HELP!" She yelled, hoping that he would notice her. If not him, then at least the man sitting across from him. "DOWN HERE! NO! STOP!" She dived down again as she saw the fry come down again.
"And then when I came back up, I saw Spaz yelling at you for eating me."
"When you put it that way, you make me sound like a monster." Dean said.
"No offence, but you looked the part from my point of view."
"Dean, do you ever pay attention to what you eat?" Sam asked and Spaz and Skippy both waited for an answer.
"Did we come here to discuss my eating habits or are we actually going to help them out?" Dean asked, trying to change the subject. Nobody said anything, so Dean continued to speak. "That's what I thought. Alright, so tell us what happened." Dean took a seat at the table, waiting for everyone else to sit down or start explaining.
Sam sat down on the bed next to Spaz, who started grinning.
"What's up with you?" Dean cocked an eyebrow as he looked at Spaz.
"Just remembering how it all happened." Spaz started to giggle and tried to stop. "I'm sorry. Skippy, maybe you should tell them how it happened."
"How about, how it all started?" Skippy huffed with her arms crossed. She was standing outside of the shoebox now, so they could all see her.
Skippy was in her room, getting ready, when she heard two people climbing the stairs. Judging from the arguing voices, it was Spaz and Uncle Bobby.
"--It's a blind date, she doesn't have to know-"
"She has to know!" Spaz hissed.
Skippy opened her door, and Uncle Bobby and Spaz looked at her, opened mouthed.
"Hey, Skipperdoodle." Uncle Bobby said, nervously. "Ready for your big date?"
"Who am I going with?" Skippy was now even more scared about it then she was five minutes ago.
Spaz glared at her uncle, who shrugged angrily at her, who gestured to Skippy back at him.
"Fine, Spaz." Their uncle huffed. "Skippy...you know those pixies?"
Skippy blanched. "I-I'm going on a date with a pixie?!"
"His mom really likes you," He said quickly. "She thinks you'd be good for him."
"I'd be GOOD for him? Are you insane?" Skippy cried as she sank onto her bed."
"Well...maybe you could just eat him on the date." Spaz offered. Uncle Bobby whacked the back of her head.
"The point is, Skip, it's a favor I owe." Uncle Bobby said.
"Then you date him!" Skippy said, pulling her pillow over her face and groaning. "...I'm not getting out this, am I?"
"Sorry, Skippy." Uncle Bobby mumbled.
He walked out of the room, slowly and looking bashful.
"Sorry, Skippy." Spaz said, not sounding sorry at all. "But hey, do you think I could take pictures of you guys when he gets to the door?"
Skippy's only reply was her chucking her pillow at Spaz's head, who then ran outside, laughing.
"Hey, we know a Bobby." Dean said, interrupting Skippy.
"It's not an uncommon name." Skippy said, sounding annoyed that her story was interrupted.
"It's probably not the same Bobby." Spaz pointed out, half bouncing to get back to the story. "If it was, we would have met sooner. And I've never seen you guys in my life."
"Neither have I." Skippy nodded.
"And believe me, she'd remember."
Skippy threw her a furious look, but Spaz didn't notice.
"As she was saying..."
It had been an hour since their uncle left them and Skippy's date would be arriving any minute now. He had to help out some friends on a hunt, but never mentioned who they were.
Skippy heard a knock on the door and her stomach started to tighten up. She walked over to the door and pulled Spaz's camera out of her hands and stuffed it inside of her purse. Then she took a deep breath and opened the door, looking down, expecting to see a tiny pixie. To her surprise, the first thing she saw was a pair of shoes connected to pair of jeans, and a white buttoned up shirt.
"Hi, I'm Zach. You must be Skippy." He handed her a yellow daisy and smiled. "Here. Um, are you ready?"
Skippy took the flower and handed it to Spaz. "Uh, I guess so." She said slightly confused.
"What? Where you expecting smaller?" He laughed nervously.
"Yeah, actually. No offence or anything."
"Don't worry about it. In fact, you're not that far off. I mean, we can change sizes when ever we want to." Zach explained. "It's just that my mother prefers the other."
"Oh...okay." Skippy looked over to Spaz who was trying her best not to laugh, then she followed Zach to his car and they left for their date.
An hour and a half later Spaz heard the car pull up and saw Skippy closing the car door. She waved to Zach with a small smile, but when she turned around, Spaz saw the anger in her eyes.
"Uh oh." Spaz quickly pulled the curtain shut and jumped onto the couch, snagging a magazine off of the table. She jumped a little when she heard the door slam shut.
"SPAZ!" Skippy marched into the living room, seeing Spaz reading a magazine that was upside down. "We're calling up Uncle Bobby RIGHT NOW!"
"How was your date?" Spaz smirked without looking up.
Skippy glared at her. "I am NEVER going out with him again! Or should I say 'I'm never going out with him and his MOTHER!' "
Spaz dropped the magazine on the coffee table with wide eyes. "His mother was with you guys?!"
"YEAH!" Skippy yelled. "She was in his pocket the whole time! I didn't find out until I accidentally spilled water on him!"
"Wow." Spaz laughed, "You spilled water on his mother? Nice first impression.""Oh, shut up!" Skippy walked upstairs and started packing her clothes and other belongings into her backpack. "Once she realized that I knew she was present, she kept telling me the laws of the pixies, and how they let their parents arrange the marriage!" Skippy turned to Spaz. "I was about to be forced to marry a freaking pixie!"
Spaz didn't know what to say, so she just laughed. Then she realized that her sister was packing up. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Spaz?" Skippy said sarcastically. "We're leaving. Uncle Bobby went on a hunt and won't be coming back here. He said that he was going to go back to his house. There's no reason why we should stay here any longer, where the pixies can find me and force me to marry some dude that I hardly know. It'd be better if we just leave this house." Skippy looked at a shocked Spaz. "Don't just stand there! Get packing! Come on!"
As Spaz started packing up her bags, Skippy opened the trunk of her car. Just as she was about to toss her bag into the trunk, she felt a sudden pain shoot through her body and was over come with a wave a nausea. Everything started spinning and blurred, as she fell over unconscious.

Chapter 2

"Hey, where's that short girl?" Dean asked, as he and Sam found Spaz standing outside the bathroom.
"Short girl? What short girl?" Spaz asked, trying to look innocent.
"What do you mean what short girl? There was a short girl." Dean said.
"No there wasn't." Spaz said.
"I saw her."
"No you didn't."
"But I did."
"No. You didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"I don't see a short girl." Spaz looked around.
"That's why I asked you where she was." Dean said, frowning.
"Where who was?"
"The short girl, d*****"
"There's a short girl?"
Something tiny crawled out from under the door.
"Spaz!" Skippy called from the floor. "I'm finished!"
"Her." Dean said, amazed at the miniscule girl.
Spaz glared down at Skippy.
"Good going, Skip. Now they know you exist."
"I didn't know it was a secret." Skippy huffed. "Besides, they already saw me."
"They might not have."
"You pulled me out of his ketchup." Skippy pointed out.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Dean said, still staring.
Sam nudged him, and whispered, "Stop staring, she's not a zoo, dude."
"I'm not deaf either." Skippy said, glaring at them as Spaz scooped her from the ground.
"Right, sorry." Sam said, flushing.
"So...why are you...tiny?" Dean asked.
Skippy and Spaz looked at each other, and started to laugh.
"You wouldn't believe it." Spaz said, grinning.
"You're holding a tiny a girl in your hands." Dean pointed out. "I'll believe anything at this point."
"Well-"
"Wait." Skippy stopped her sister.
"What?" Spaz said looking down at Skippy.
"Are you sure we should tell them anything? I mean, we don't even know them. For all we know they could be psycho killers or worse! Reporters!"
"They seem nice enough-Wait! Reporters are worse then psycho killers? How?"
"Dude, you're not the one who shrunk to an inch tall! Believe me, reporters would be worse. They would expose me to the entire world, and next thing you know we'll have scientists chasing us down and asking questions. Then they would perform tests on both of us, and when they don't find an answer they would sell me to the zoo or some circus and...What?" Skippy asked as everyone stared at her. "It could happen."
Sam and Dean tried not to laugh as they shared a glance at each other. "Trust me, we're not reporters. Honestly." Sam informed them. "But I think we might be able to help. If you want us to that is."
"What about our job?" Dean said, reminding Sam of their latest hunt.
Sam sighed, "We could do both at the same time. We've done it before."
"That'd be great." Spaz exclaimed with relief that Skippy was getting more help. "We could use all the help we could get."
"Spaz! What about the thing WE were doing?" Skippy asked with a look of irritation. She was determined to finish what they had started.
"What thing?"
"Um, the reason why we came here in the first place. Remember?" Skippy asked waiting for Spaz's response."Oh, right. Well...come on, Skip. This could really be a good time to figure out what happened to you." Spaz responded."People are in danger, Spaz. Besides, we already know what happened to me."
"And that is...?" Dean asked, interrupting them.
"Dean." Sam nudged his brother, "If she doesn't want our help, I don't think-"
"No. It's fine." Skippy sighed. "It's just a long story that's all."
"A very funny long story." Spaz said with a laugh.
"You're never going to let me live it down, are you?" Skippy looked up at Spaz who had a grin on her face.
Just then a McDonald's employee walked towards them, and Spaz quickly stuffed Skippy into her pocket without warning. The tiny girl yelped at the sudden motion and said something that wasn't loud enough for her sister to hear. Lately, the tiny girl that was her older sister, had been pretty moody. Not angry, just freakishly normal about everything and acting like nothing was wrong. So being dumped into a pocket without warning was something that she considered, not normal, which brought her back to reality for the moment.
Spaz was relieved when the employee walked passed them without a glance.
"This probably isn't a good place to talk. Just stop by room 26 at the motel down the road, AFTER you're done eating." Spaz said with a pointed glare towards Dean.
****
Skippy was dressed in her two piece swim suit, waiting by the edge of the sink as Spaz filled it up and got her some shampoo and conditioner for her. Once Spaz turned off the tap, Skippy jumped into the pool of water. When she resurfaced she looked up at Spaz and said, "Hey, you didn't make it cold for a change. Nice job, Spaz."
Spaz glared down at her. "Hey! It's not my fault that your tiny body is sensitive."
The tiny girl rolled her eyes as she swam over to the shampoo. "Don't you have some cleaning up that needs to get done?" Skippy asked as she started to lather up her hair with shampoo.
"I'm getting the ice cubes."
Spaz closed the bathroom door and looked around the motel room, suddenly realizing how messy it was.
She flipped the covers on the bed over, so it looked somewhat made, while kicking a stray bra lying on the floor under the bed. She scooped up a few candy wrappers and dumped them in the overflowing trash bin, and then started on the shoebox sitting on the bedside table.
"How does one little person make such a huge mess?" Spaz muttered as she nudged tiny belongings into place with her finger, trying not to break anything. Finally, she gave up, and just put the lid on the box to cover the mess.
"Skippy?" Spaz called. "Is the bathroom dirty?"
She was silent as she waited for the tiny reply.
"Um... sort of. But not too bad."
"Great..." Spaz muttered.
There was a bold knock at the door.
"Shoot. Skippy! You'd better be decent, 'cause they're here!"
"Dang it!" Skippy muttered as she finished putting on a pair of clean socks. She was balancing on one foot, when the bathroom door swung open, causing her to fall flat on her face. "Oww! Spaz!"
"Skippy, I said, they're here." Spaz said as she walked over to the sink.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." Skippy grinned.
"That excuse doesn't work any more, Skip." Spaz scooped up the tiny girl and walked over to the shoebox. "It wouldn't hurt you to clean up once in a while." Spaz whispered as she placed Skippy in the shoebox, then she opened the door. "Hi. Come on in."
While Sam was getting something from the trunk, Dean walked in and noticed the room was semi clean.
"Make yourself at home." Spaz muttered as she bolted for the bathroom, thinking this would be her only chance to at least organize it.
"I'll try." Dean said, as he noticed random books stacked on one of the chairs. He then saw a shoebox sitting on top of the table marked 'Skippy's House'. Dean glanced at the bathroom, then walked over to the table. The lid of the shoebox was sitting next to the shoebox itself, on the table. Dean peered inside to get a look at the tiny girl, and saw her making what looked like a bed made out of a tin for mints and some cloth used for blankets. He assumed the rolled up one was used as a pillow.
"Hey!"

Dean quickly turned his head to see Spaz glaring at him.

"What?"

"Back away from the shoebox and nobody gets hurt."

Inside the shoebox Skippy rolls her eyes.

"You're going to hurt me for looking inside of a shoebox?"

"No. You're going to hurt Skippy if you stay by the shoebox."

"She does have a point, Dean." Sam said as he walked into the room. "After all you did almost crush her with a french fry."

"Exactly." Spaz said folding her arms.

"How was I supposed to know that there would be a tiny person in my ketchup?!"

"I'M RIGHT HERE!" Skippy yelled to them from the box.

Chapter 1

Ms. Pectole's 2nd grade class had been excited to visit the museum. But now, standing in the middle of the butterfly exhibit, Tyler Harris was starting to get a little bored.
The girls "oohed" and "awed" at the bright butterflies, and Tyler danced impatiently in his stiff school uniform.
"Can we go see the mummies yet?" He begged.
"No, Tyler. In awhile." His teacher chastened.
They passed through another exhibit, holding old household items, such as an ancient ice cream maker, a dollhouse, and a Spinning Jenny. It was in that room that Tyler spotted the room with the dinosaur fossils. H was close to dancing when they started to move on... and skipped the fossils.
Crushed, Tyler came to a stop at an exhibit about bears and mountain goats. His teacher, he noticed, was paying close attention to the speaker... surely she wouldn't notice if he slipped away for a minute?
Quietly, he headed back to the room he had just came from. He was almost to the archway that separated this room from the dinosaurs, when he heard a voice.
He spun around, a fib on his tongue, ready to get out of getting caught. No one was there.
He looked around again, but no one was there, he was sure. He turned to go, when he heard a chorus of small voices. He looked in their direction, but the only thing in view was the dollhouse.
Casting a look of longing to the dinosaurs, he made his way to the old toy.
The voices grew louder, though he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Hello?" He asked, peering through a microscopic window.
Inside was a little pink, plastic kitchen, complete with a table and little people sitting at it. He was about to leave, when the doll father's head moved in his direction.
He stared, unblinking, at the family. Amazed, he watched a little girl get up and walk towards him.
His sister's dollhouse wasn't this cool. These must be robots or something.
They started talking to him again, and he leaned closer to hear. He pulled his red tie looser, leaning in, his ear pressed against the window.
****
A quick head count told Ms. Pectole her 29th student was missing. She noticed the quiet, and knew right away Tyler Harris was the wanderer. Rolling her eyes, she told her students to stay with the guide as she left. Walking back through the Original Home Appliances exhibit, she noticed something red and rumpled lying on the floor in front of the old dollhouse. With a sick feeling slowly spreading in her gut, she picked up the red necktie.

*2 days later...*
"So, five people have gone missing from this town so far?" Dean asked as he walked over to fill his drink.
"Yeah, and there's no signs of struggle. They just vanish." Sam said as he bumped into a girl. "Sorry."
"It's okay." She gave him a smile then walked away.
"What do the cops say?" Dean asked as he placed a lid on his cup.
Sam started to fill his own drink. "They think they were all run aways. Not enough to go on that they were kidnapped."
Dean looked at Sam, while he grabbed a container to fill with ketchup.
"Anything else?" Dean felt a sudden weight as the ketchup started to pour into the container.
"Not much." Sam said, grabbing a few straws. "No notes, no calls later on..."
"Some kind of cult, maybe?" Dean asked, leading the way to an empty table. "Maybe they're recruiting?"
"Yeah, maybe." Sam answered, sounding unconvinced. "Or maybe something else. Like, I don't know, a boogeyman, or a poltergeist."
"Weren't most of them adults, though?" Dean asked, sipping his drink. "That would rule out a boogeyman. And a poltergeist couldn't get to that many people, they like concentrated areas."
"Yeah, I guess." Sam said, pushing a fry into his mouth. "But it's all we've got, unless you've come up with something?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know man, just doesn't really sound... supernatural."
"But Dad bookmarked patterns like this in his journal where--"
He was interrupted by a total stranger yelling at him.
"Where is she?!"
Dean was too shocked to stop the girl, a complete stranger, from pulling his burger apart. She seemed to be searching the contents for something.
"What the hell?--"
"You-you-you PEOPLE EATER!"
People in the McDonald's were starting to stare.
"People eater? What the heck are you talking about?"
"You ate Skippy! You horrid, purple, big, fat, no good, loser-face, moron who-who...eats PEOPLE!"
Sam and Dean exchanged wide-eyed looks. Obviously, whoever this girl was, she was a loony-bin escapee.
"Haven't you ever read Dr. Suess? A person's a person no matter how small! HOW can you sleep at night?"
"I'm sorry, who-do we know you?" Sam asked, confused.
The girl wasn't listening.
"All she wanted was ketchup! And you had to eat her! Jerks! I hope a hoard of angry Wendigo's tear you both limb from limb! I hope a thousand pissed off demons take your souls forever! I hope-I hope that you'll only ever meet ugly girls! I hope--"
"Spaz!" A small gasp came from the ketchup cup on the table. Everyone looked down. "Spaz, I'm down here!"
"Skippy?" Spaz stuck her finger into the ketchup, and something latched onto it. "Skippy! I thought you were dead!" Spaz placed her in the palm of her hand.
Sam and Dean stared, dumbfounded.
"I almost was." Skippy said, wiping ketchup from her face. She looked behind her and saw the same guys from before... And they were looking right at her. She was looking just as stunned as they were.
Spaz turned back to the boys, suddenly aware they were staring at her.
"Whoa." Skippy breathed out. "I've been eaten and gone to heaven." She thought as she looked at the two men. Her little day dream was cut short by Spaz.
"Oh, um... nice meeting you." She walked away towards the bathrooms, leaving Sam and Dean in a stunned silence.
"Dude, did you just see that?" Dean asked Sam as he pointed in the direction of the restroom.
"I saw it, but I don't believe it." Sam glanced behind him, over to the bathroom.
"Did you hear what she said?" Dean asked Sam a little irritated.
"About getting attacked by wendigos and demons? Yeah, maybe-"
"Not that. The important part!" Dean snapped.
Sam sat there confused and tried remembering the awkward conversation. He shook his head.
"She said that she hopes we only meet ugly girls! What if she was some sort of witch or something that cursed me?" Dean shuddered at the thought of future dates.
"Okay, Dean? I think there's more important issues here, then meeting girls."
"What? Meeting bug girls?"

*In the bathroom*
"Stupid jerks... I can't believe they almost ATE you!" Spaz muttered darkly as she washed ketchup from her hands.
"Well... in their defence, they didn't see me. And they probably weren't looking for a short girl near the ketchup." Skippy said, offhandedly. "And what do they know of the supernatural anyway, right?"
"I guess." Spaz said grudgingly.
"You know, they were really good looking."
Spaz paused as she dried her hands. "... They almost ate you... and you noticed they were good looking?"
Skippy shrugged. Spaz turned the sink on to a soft trickle and pulled out a piece of paper towel.
"Get washed off. I'll be back in a sec, I'm getting your bag out of the car."
As she left, Skippy heard her mumbling something about getting her priorities in order, but Skippy didn't really care. They really had been hot. And what good was life if you couldn't admire a guy every now and then, right?

*Back at Sam and Dean's booth*
"Maybe it was just a bug and she was messing with you?"
Dean looked at Sam annoyed. "Since when can bugs talk?"
"You heard it talk?"
"I think so... I'm pretty sure I did." Dean scratched his head in thought.
Sam frowned and picked up the ketchup container. He squinted a little, before his eyes went wide.
"Dean." Sam handed the container to his brother.
"Crap." Dean said as he saw the inside of the container covered with tiny, red hand prints.