I'm in complete sympathy with Dean. I climbed a tree with my cousins one time as a kid and couldn't get down. My cousin had to go get my uncle. Don't remember how he got me down, but I do remember not falling, but standing on the ground. :D

Thanks for bringing back a memory.

Well done. :)

I wouldn't be caught up there at all, too high! Dean conquered his fear, good for him!

Love the title, alliterative and it resembles the "Bones" titles, if you're familiar with that show.
Poor Dean and his trembling jello limbs, I can *so* relate to that - it reminds when I got nervous on the high dive one summer years ago. I had to wait until I stopped shaking, so I could walk out onto the edge of the board and jump-no other option, because I couldn't climb backwards down the diving board's ladder. I never got on the high dive again after that, but I'm sure Dean's made of sterner stuff and he'll hunt more dryads. I also kind of think he might take a swing at Sam, too when he's back on solid ground-unless Sam is going to help him reconnect with the ground. Would love to see this fleshed out as a longer story, or another drabble explaining how the hunt ended;-)

More?! Beautiful little gem of a story.

LOVE this one! I really like the idea of Dean with vertigo.

Now I'm picturing Dean clinging to the tree, two meters above the ground. In the end Sam just grabs him at the neck and plucks him off ...

Oh - I'm sure it's not as if Dean couldn't climb - it's probably just the dryad holding him tight in her arms ;-) Go and give them some time alone, Sammy!

xx Kate