You sit there on the hard wooden table, staring around at the monolithic men. Part of you is still waiting to wake up and laugh at the ridiculous dream you just had. But another part of you recognises reality when it sees it, at any size. Jensen leans further back in his seat, his leather jacket wrinkling a little, and lifts his legs heavily to the table. Two solid leather boots slam down beside you, one on top of the other, causing the ground to shudder beneath you and each coming down with the sound of thunder. "Aaah, nothin' like puttin' your feet up after a hard day's work." Jensen sighs, relishing the intimidating effect his big manly boots are having on you. The smooth, worn soles of the boots are scratched and dirty with God-knows-what. They tower over you, casually showing up how small and insignificant you are. "Ya know, I might just air my feet out. They sure have gotten sweaty being inside these heavy old leather boots all day.." Dean grins mischeviously and you hear a few snickers from the older men around the table, who are enjoying this game. Jensen reefs the boots off and drops them to the ground. The echo of their impact resounds seconds after, in your tiny, sensitive ears. Oh God.. These two words are the only thought in your head as you stare up at the two monstrous, sweaty soles before you. Jensen's beefy feet are dripping with built-up perspiration, and the bitter, salty smell is too much for you to take. He lies back, chuckling as you drop to your knees and begin to choke on the stench. The huge, meaty toes wiggle free in the air above you. "You know what, guys," Jensen sighs. "It's been a long day, I think I just might.."
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