Dean carefully untangled Sam, hardly able to believe his eyes. Sam pulled Dean's pant leg until his legs were free, then stumbled down Dean's boot. Dean grabbed Sam immediately and picked him up. "Hey, you okay, Sammy?" he murmured, holding Sam up in front of his eyes.
Sam stared up at Dean and waited for his heartbeat to slow down. "I-I'm as okay as I can be…" he mumbled.
Dean smiled half-heartedly at Sam. "Yeah…well, hey, I got ya' now. So we'll fix this. Okay?"
"Yeah, I know. And I can't wait to get big again, but we should probably go to Bobby for help with this. I mean, if there's anybody who'd know how to fix this, it's Bobby."
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