Disclaimer: I do not own Dean Winchester. I do not own Sam Winchester. I do not own Supernatural. I don't even own the frickin' unicorns (do I?) maybe I do, but it doesn't matter. You can have 'em if you want.

Note: this next quote was taken from the episode "Houses of the Holy".

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"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've hunted."

"You know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!"

"Wait, there's no such things as unicorns?"

Dean grimaced as he recalled that conversation that had taken place between him and his brother. He would never live it down.

"So. Unicorns don't exist, eh?" Sam's brown eyes danced with victory as he watched his older brother make a face.

"Shut up. I'm sure you weren't expecting evil unicorns, so technically your idea of a unicorn doesn't exist."

"Whatever floats your boat." The bed creaked as Dean stood up and loomed over his brother who sat on his own bed. This was the only time he was able to loom over his brother at all anymore. That power flew out the door as Sam stood up, towering over him instead.

Dean turned on his heel, and Sam relaxed his stance. At the last moment Dean turned and planted his palms in his younger brother's chest, knocking him flat on his back on the bed.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Pleasantries aside, Dean changed the subject, "How do we get rid of them?"

"Why don't we just bring the whole she-bang when we go visit them again?" The boys had only caught a glimpse of the unicorns the night before as they ran from the house they had just rampaged, blood smeared across the silver horns protruding from their foreheads and proving the town's claims of attacking unicorns.

"I'll have the gun with the silver bullets and you get the rock salt," Dean said as he sorted through the guns he had brought in from the car.

"Why can't I have the gun with the bullets?"

"It's too dangerous for you sweetie."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Dean slapped the rock salt gun against his brother's chest and grinned, "we don't want you trying to shoot me again like back in the asylum, do we?"

"I doubt the unicorns have the power of mind control," Sam snorted, tucking the gun into his waistband.

"That's not what I was worried about. You might suddenly be taken over by rage at my good looks. People have shot others for worse, you know."

Sam didn't answer, too busy making sure his hand wouldn't pull out the gun and shoot his brother in the chest. If it wouldn't have proven Dean's point, he probably would have. "Let's go," Sam said through clenched teeth, already heading toward the door.

Nightfall came quickly, dropping the temperature like a bucket of ice water, cold and unappreciated. Sam pulled his jacket closer around him and focused back on the house, the next on the unicorn's hit list. How did he know this was the house? The unicorns didn't seem to be very smart, they were attacking the houses in order, one house after another from left to right.

Apparently that area had been the home of the unicorns thousands of years ago, and the people had killed them all to take over the land, and now they were back for revenge. What didn't make sense was that the appearance of the unicorns seemed... random. There was no specific date and they seemed to be attacking the entire town, not just a family.

"Do we have to cremate their bones?" Sam whispered, twisting his head toward his brother who had dozed off against the house wall.

Dean jolted awake, "What? Oh, I don't know. I heard some rumors that they are real unicorns searching revenge for their own ancestors. If this doesn't work, we can look for the bones of who-knows-how-many-unicorns-are-out-there."

"Great plan, especially if this doesn't work and they kill us."

Dean's retort was cut off as a crash shook the house, sending them to their feet instantly. With unspoken instruction, Dean took the lead with Sam covering him, gun in hand. Kicking open the door they stormed inside, ready for anything. Well, almost anything. The unicorns were smarter than they looked, having planted an ambush.

They attacked the household with stealth, taking down the couple living there first (apparent by the blood pooled on the ground), taking up posts at the door and making noise to bring the Winchesters in. Three angry unicorns surrounded the boys, lethal horns pointed at their chests.

"Drop!" Dean shouted, open firing as he dropped the floor, realizing - too late - that on the floor was no better than standing up. Instead of being speared by a horn, he would be trampled by hooves reinforced with over a thousand pounds.

Sure enough, something slammed into his shoulder in an explosion of pain. The moment the offending hoof lifted, he rolled away, feeling the rush of air as it traveled downward again.

Springing to his feet, Dean fought away the waves of pain emanating from his shoulder and looked around for Sam. To his relief, Sam hadn't listened to his stupid instructions, sprinting back out the door instead. That action probably saved Dean's life as two of the unicorns deciding to go after the person trying to escape, rather than the one groveling on the floor.

The largest unicorn - obviously the leader - looked an ugly horse that was impossibly skinny with burning red eyes, stood before him, not moving. Dean swung up his left arm - the right one useless from the unicorn's attack - and shot the beast point blank between the eyes.

Frozen with shock, Dean barely had time to dodge the sharp horn as it slashed forward. How is that possible? Instead of burrowing itself in the beast's head and rendering it dead, the bullet sailed through the beast as if it wasn't there, thudding into the wall across the room. The unicorn hadn't even faltered. It's image hadn't flickered and it only stared at him as if nothing happened.

Maybe the unicorn was an illusion, an illusion that could crush things under its feet. Dean didn't know what to make of it, what exactly, was a unicorn? He began to wish that he had read more fairytale books as a child. Even though these unicorns look nothing like any unicorns I've ever heard of.

A cry from behind him caught Dean's attention and fear tightened in his stomach. Sam probably hadn't had better luck than he did.

"Sam!" Dean ignored the unicorn who had backed up again, sprinting out the door with a prayer that the beast wouldn't spear him through the back. The scene that unfolded before him made his heart jump in his throat. His brother was pinned to wooden fence, not by his own will, but by the white horn in his side, red leaking down his white shirt. The other unicorn twisted its head toward Dean's approach, its eyes locking on its partner coming after Dean.

"I wasn't able to shoot it," Sam gasped, one of the hands holding the horn in his side twitched toward the fallen gun. Dean and the larger unicorn lunged for it at the same time. The unicorn's hoof descended downard, intent on crushing it to a scrap of useless metal. Dean's hand reached for it, desperate to save his brother.

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Don't worry the next chapter shall be up soon, I hate when people say that but don't, but I mean it, seriously. Haha, watch as I never post it. But I will.

Note: This is my first fanfic, I've been reading them for years, but never wanted to turn my writing toward fanfiction because I would rather write my own original stories than something I can never publish (or own T.T), but recently I decided to try it since it would be good exercise for my writing. Enjoy!

Oh yeah, and reviews would be awesome so I know I'm not just writing to myself :)