Dean's skin starts to tingle. It feels like every hair on his meaty arms is standing up. "Whoah, Sammy, I don't feel too-"
Before Dean can even finish his sentence, he feels his body jolt upward and the ground beneath him tremble. Sam and the witch have stopped duelling and watch in awe as the eldest Winchester rockets shoots up in height, bumping his head on the creaky old roof.
"Argh!! Bitch, what did you do to me?!" Dean nurses his sore head. "I feel like Alice after she hopped through that freakin' looking glass!" Dean grows by the second. His shoulders are now jammed up against the rafters and his great big boots shuffle closer to Sam and the witch, running of room.
"Hee hee heeee! I've turned you into a giant oaf, stupid boy!" The witch cackles with glee. "Now you'll be exiled from the town! And mocked at every turn! And-"
There's a loud CRUNCH as the old lady is turned to paste between the treads of Dean's boot.
"Now that's taken care of, let's go have some fun with this town, Sammy!"
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