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.