Nothing's changed since the last time I posted a story. I still don't own them.
AN: Not sure what I was on when this came to me. Title is a line from 'Peter Pan' by J.M. Barrie: "To die would be an awfully big adventure".
An awfully big adventure
"Unbelievable," Dean said, kicking his heels against the stone wall. "Un-fricking-believable. This whole mess."
"Hey," Sam said. "Let's not forget whose idea this little outing was in the first place."
Dean snorted. "Yeah. Dad's."
"I told you we should have gone to California," Sam pointed out.
"As if Emily's bitching wasn't bad enough, now you start?" his brother demanded grumpily.
Sam shook his head at him. The least they could do, he felt, was be a little sympathetic towards the girl. Dad would stop by eventually and set them both free. There was a distinct possibility that Emily was trapped here for good.
"Dad's gonna be pissed," Dean said.
"Shouldn't have sent us up here in the first place," Sam shrugged. He didn't really mean it, but they had to argue about something to kill the time.
"It's our job, Sammy," Dean said. "None of us coulda known the whole town was in on it."
Sam's turn to snort. "You were the one who went off half-cocked without thinking and ended up tied to a tree, dude."
"You were the one who threw a tantrum and took off for California! Again, I might add."
Sam shrugged at him. "Apparently I've got eternity to make amends," he said drily.
Just then Emily wandered into view between the trees, kicking ineffectually at the leaves and humming to herself, but soon wandered off again. She hadn't really stood still all week – for which the boys were rather grateful. The Vanir had made a terrible mess of her face and body.
Also, Sam was beginning to suspect that she'd gone a little mad already.
"Wonder why it picked her?" Dean mused, a bit morbidly Sam thought. "It chose the guy last year."
"Maybe it just liked his tattoo," Sam suggested. "Hey, look. Isn't that Dad's truck pulling up?"
"Finally," Dean said with a sigh of relief. "I've been sitting on this damn wall so long, my ass has frozen solid."
"The only solid parts of you that're left are buried four foot deep under that tree over there," Sam said sarcastically, pointing over at the tree in question. The earth around it had been dug up fairly recently.
Dean jumped off the orchard wall and turned to glare up at his little brother. "Whatever, dude. Come on, let's go meet Dad."