"Son of a *****!" Dean hunched over, hands on his knees, glaring at the Impala's now flat tire while trying to catch his breath. Damn, unicorns were fast, sneaky, pointy-headed bastards. Breathing heavily he got around to the back and popped the trunk. Salt and silver were both a bust, but they needed something to put this thing down fast. Flipping open his phone, he dialed Jo's number.

She picked up after three rings, and Dean could hear a door closing in the background. "So there's nothing in demonology," she said, picking up where their last conversation left off, "but Randy had an interesting story about some girl who wanted her doll to talk back, so she did this ritual she found on the Internet."

"Of course she did." Dean screwed his eyes shut. He was forever thankful for the porn and easy research, but they were seeing more and more of people putting dangerous information online for anyone to find. "Kid make it alright?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just had to put up with a whole bunch of tea parties and playing dress up before Randy got there. But since this all started in a toy store and from your description, we're thinking you're dealing with a my little pony."

"My little pony?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Why'd you think it was pink, dumbass."

It kinda sparkled too, and he might have seen some star shaped spots on its flank when it was trying to skewer him, but Dean kept those details to himself. This was not a conversation fit for a hunter. "So what, I cut its heart out? Buy it a barbie, sing it a song?" Dean groaned. "Please tell me I'm not braiding its hair, Jo."

On the other end of the line, Jo actually snorted. "You grab a hold of your man-orbs, find yourself a flamethrower and you light it on fire. That manly enough for you, Dean?"

"Damn right." Dean rubbed at the back of his neck and grinned. "So I torch the thing, and it goes back to whatever hellhole it crawled out from."

"Actually, it just melts," Jo corrected him. "It's fake. Plastic."

"Breakin' Sam's heart here, Jo," Dean said, remembering Sam going aha! I told you! when they first came across the unicorn. Kinda sad, but mostly just funny. "OK, thanks for the help. I'll call you after."

He hung up and hit Sam on speed dial.

Sam picked up after only one ring. "What's taking so long?" he asked in a hushed voice. Obviously he'd managed to stay close to the thing thanks to his freakishly long legs, and was expecting the cavalry to come roaring in at any second.

"I've got good news and I've got bad news, Sammy boy. Where are you?"