Uh, Those Go On Your Feet
Dean stood next to Sam, grumbling impatiently and bouncing on his heels, "Sammy, come on, how long does it take to get a door open?"
Sam shot Dean a glare as he fumbled with the key to the motel room, "One second Dean, geez." After a few moments of exchanged looks of distaste Sam finally found the right key, and inserted it into the door. "Aha!" he exclaimed triumphantly as the door swung open, "See if you just had a little patien-"
Shoving past Sam, Dean entered the room, "Big brothers first." he said with a grin, "Ya know Sammy, I-" Out of nowhere a pair of rolled up socks came flying across the room, smacking Dean directly in the forehead. "HEY!" he roared before touching where he was hit and looking utterly confused, "What the hell?"
Slowly, out of the shadows, stepped a dark figure. He was gorgeous, badass, and three and a half feet tall. "Hello, Dean." said the figure in it's petite and child-like voice, "Ready to die?"
Sam's eyes widened and he stumbled backwards into the wall, "Oh God, there's TWO OF THEM!"
Dean just stood there in shock and horror, "You- you- you... WHERE DID YOU GET TINY VERSIONS OF MY CLOTHES?"
Little Dean glanced down at himself and shrugged, "Internet." With a sigh he took a few steps forward, "Enough chit chat, more death chat."
Dean frowned, "What does that even- OW!" Another pair of rolled up socks hit him in the face, "Would you stop that?"
Little Dean glared at his bigger counterpart, "Prepare to die!" and with that he sent a barrage of rolled up socks in Dean's direction, pelting the elder Winchester from all directions.
Dean raised his hands in front of his face for protection, "What the hell are you doing?" he asked when the socks stopped flying. Suddenly, something dawned on him, "You're not... you're not trying to kill me with socks, are you?" Dean prayed to God that this smaller version of him, most likely made with his own DNA, was not that extremely stupid.
Little Dean looked taken aback, his eyes darting around frantically. He reached out and picked up a shoe, lunging it a Dean's face.
Dean ducked, just missing a broken nose, "Okay, slightly more effective but still... what kind of idiot are you?"
Little Dean started to shake with anger, "You... are... such... a DICK!" he screamed before tears started streaming down his cheeks, "Why do you have to be so mean to me?" Crumpling onto the floor in a depressing heap he started to wail.
Sam, who had been watching in horror, quirked a brow over at his brother. "Dude, you made him cry."
Dean shot Sam a scowl. "Shut up." Turning his head back to Little Twin he frowned at the crying... him. "Uh, hey, Little Twin, don't cry." he said slowly, unsure what the hell was going on. He took a few steps over toward the little guy and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." he said gently.
Little Twin smacked his hand off and glared at him, "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" and with that he leaped up and fled the room, running as fast as his little legs could take him into the night.
Dean fell back against the wall, pure shock taking him over, "Oh... my..."
Sam nodded, "Yeah..." and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on his chin in thought. "Who do you think made that thing?"
Dean and Sam exchanged glances and both spoke at the same time, "Meg."
"Only Meg would be stupid enough to try and clone me..." Dean finished.
After some searching Sam came upon a number he thought to be the blonde demon's.
"Hello?" Meg answered.
"Meg, it's Sam." Sam started, "What the hell?"
The demon sighed, "Okay, Winchester, seriously, It was supposed to be life sized, okay? And, ya know, smart..."
Dean snatched the phone from Sam's hand, "Well get it the hell away from me! If I get hit with another sock so help me god..."
"That thing is a freak." Meg said, "I don't want it, you keep it. I released him into the wild, I mean if he found you I give him props. So he's your problem now." and she hung up.
Dean groaned and shut the phone, "Aw, dammit."