"Come on!" Dean yelled, pulling out a knife in one hand to accompany his favorite handgun in the other. He was seriously being chased by UFO's! Close encounter indeed. Dean recalled Sam mentioning the 4th being a butt thing… Dean shivered. Like hell they were going to take him without a fight. Pushing through the corn stalks, Dean came to a stop in a small clearing, facing the light with fierce and scared shitless determination.
Holding on tightly to both weapons, Dean lifted his arm to the blinding white light as it swept over him. The hairs on his arms rose as strange vibrations swept through the air, a buzzing sound filling his ears. Suddenly, the feel of trampled corn stalks under his feet disappeared. What followed left Dean wheezing for air, the feeling of complete free fall. Closing his eyes for impact, he landed on both feet to his surprise. Testing his balance, Dean hesitantly opened one eye to his surroundings, both eyes widening at what he saw.
"Holy shit!" He yelled, backing away from the balls of white light that were dodging and circling him in dizzying patterns. He felt his hair being pulled in all directions, tugging on his clothes while bright white lights dodged at his face, making strange tinkling sounds. Finding his bearings, Dean started doing his usual, shoot first, ask questions later.
"Get the hell off me!" He screeched, slashing his knife above, below, to the side. To top it off, shots were fired into the air in all directions. The little bright beings scattered, squeaking in fear as they hid behind trees in the clearing. With the strange annoying lights out of the way, Dean was finally able to take in his surroundings.
"What the…" he breathed, gazing up at the huge castle beyond the clearing. Dean felt like he had stepped into a medieval festival. Flags with strange markings lined the worn stone walls. A drawbridge sat over a moat, the wood faded from much use. If it wasn't for the "running away for his life from the UFO incident" earlier, Dean would have laughed at the sight. "What the hell is this, fairy tale land?" he muttered, shaking his head with a wild expression on his face. "I wonder if I'll find any rainbow crapping unicor… URGH!" Dean face planted with a thud, blacking out.
The troll brushed off his club that had just made contact with Dean's skull, grunting to the others to pick up the now motionless target. "King Avalon will be wanting to see this one," the leader grunted. With shuffling steps the trolls made their way towards the fairy king's castle.