Chapter 1-The Encounter-Dude, this chick is so not Tinkerbelle

Disclaimer-don't own 'em. Just love 'em. Wish ta 'ell I could work for Kripke.

The premise is that during a hunt for one of the escaped demons the brothers run into a fairy. Her name is AH-rii she is smallish in human size and a kick ass bounty hunter from the Everafter-- not your typical pixie dust sprinkling Tinkerbelle. The truth is that fairies, humans and demons live in worlds that sometimes touch each other. The rule that they are supposed to abide by is that they are not supposed to mix. So when the gate to hell was opened it sent a vast ripple of energy into the Everafter and AH-rii was given a dual assignement by the royal court of the Fey to recapture and return those demons back to hell and repay a long standing debt to the Winchester family.

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The scene opens with the brothers tracking a demon in the woods. In the mornings early light Sam and Dean are moving cautiously, like a commando patrol, guns drawn, keeping themselves hidden behind tree trunks, and peering out with quick glances. Suddenly a ball of energy with a fiery tail hits Dean on the forearm, he cries out in pain and drops to his knees. Sam runs to his fallen brother firing off a shot at the beast. The demon dashes away and just then a bright flash of light causes Dean and Sam to shield their eyes. They both wrinkle their noses while they begin to open their eyes.

"Ohawugh!" Dean coughs as he clutches his wounded arm.

"Sulfur!" Sam hisses.

"It sure shed a lot of its stink." Replies Dean.

The brother's eyes meet. Still wincing from pain Dean gives a nod in the direction of the smell and they both carefully part the thick underbrush to make their way toward the light that had flashed.

There in the center of a small clearing a petite woman sails through the air feet first, ninja like, and lands a tremendous kick to the chest of the demon. The blow sends the demon backward to the ground and she is quickly all over him. With moves like a cattle wrestler the little warrior has him handcuffed with silvery manacles and surrounded by a circle of power that shimmers with magic. She stands back to face the demon, who now , is in a very foul mood.

The boys note that she is small and lithe. She has short dark hair and pale almost lumanescent skin ...and pointed ears.

Dean thinks she is dressed like a Goth biker chick down to her very comfortable boots that look like black converse high tops.

Sam see's that she's wearing some kind of a uniform that has has extra padding for protection on the shoulders, elbows, knees, chest and that it is dark green and skin tight.

They both note that she's holding some kind of weapon in her hand and that one of her ears has what looks like a Blue Tooth communicator on it.

And when a twig on the bush they are holding back snaps, she coolly swings her weapon around and points it at them.

From experience Sam and Dean know that discretion is the betterpart of valor so they drop their weapons and raise their hands at the same time.

When she speaks it is not the voice of a girl like you might expect, but the low sultry tone of a full-grown woman with a trace of an accent-Irish/Scottish?

"Don't you boys know hunting season on demons is over in this part of the County?" She says.

Dean gives her one of his rakish smiles and counters with, "You don't look like the game warden to me, Darlin'"

" And you two don't look like demon hunters to me." She snarks back.

Behind her the air around the demon begins to shimmer as it writhes and bellows in anger and frustration. And then it is just gone-- leaving the silver manacles on the ground.

Not even aknowledging the disappearing act she keeps her weapon pointed at them and says: "Now if you two would oblige me and kick over your guns we can chat like civilized people."

With their hands still in the air both Dean and Sam exchange a glance, then shrug and lightly kick the guns toward her feet. She makes a small a motion of her left hand and the space around the guns begins to shimmer until they are surrounded in a box of energy. Keeping her eyes trained on them she stoops to retrieve the manacles and in one smooth motion holsters her weapon. A smile that is more of a smirk shapes her lips and she gestures that they can put their arms down now. " So what are a couple of nice humans doing chasing such a nasty thing like that on a lovely morning like this?"

Dean has lowered his arms and now cradles his injured right arm with his left.

Flustered Sam says, "Humans? You mean you're not, uh, of course you're not, you are…..?"

Dean says, "I'm guessing Spock's Daughter, from the planet Vulcan right?" He looks at a Sam and takes his left hand away for a moment from his injured his arm to gesture at his own ears –pointy see?

The refrence is lost on the fairy but she's intrieged by their demenor. " You two are remarkably calm for having just seen what you just did. I take it this is not the first demon you've run into?"

" No ma'me." Dean replied. " You see my brother and I have been hunting these things ever since the gate opened that let them out."

Sam adds, "Yeah, we tried to stop it from opening at all, but managed to get it shut again before they all got out."

" You two were at Colts Gate?" She says frowning at them.

"Yes." Answered Sam. " And now we have to hunt down and destroy as many as we can."

Just then Dean's pain from the wound he suffered flairs up again and he clutches the arm tight to his chest. He can't help but let an "Arrrahgg" escape, as searing heat pulses in the wound again.

The little warriors' posture and tone of voice changes from wary inquisitor to concern. "You're wounded. Hell fire wounds will keep on burning unless you get them tended to quickly. Here," and she reaches out to him, "let me kiss it and make it better."

Sam stammers and gestures back the way they came, "Uh, we have some Holy water back at the car…"

But with firm insistance she says "That will take too long besides; my kiss will work now and have lasting beneficial effects." Then she frowned and pursed her lips. The boys thought she looked determined but she was really in the middle of an argument with herself as she tried to decide just how much Intel to give them. Then her look sofened and she said "You see I carry tiny healer/repairers infused in me and once they contact any injury they will begin to heal it instantly." (This is nano technology taken to next level) " Besides hadn't your mother ever said she could kiss a hurt and make it better-where do you think that expression came from?"

Dean stood before her in a defensive posture, holding his arm close to his chest and said, " Our mother died when we were both young. A Demon killed her."

Sam looked down with sadness at the reminder.

And the fairy's face softened to sad compassion, "Then you've been fighting demons all your lives?"

Dean holding his arm, face pinched in pain and Sam's sober expression and and slumped shoulders said more to her in their silence than words could have. They both were so brave and had the burden of so much pain in their hearts.

"Then come here," She offered gesturing toward the base of a tree, "and let a fellow soldier field dress your wound since we ALL are in this battle together."

With that Dean gives his head a quick nod "ok" and lets Sam lead him over to the nearest tree where he slides his back down against the trunk to sit at its base. Sam crouched down beside him and the fairy followed. Wincing, Dean rolls up the torn and burnt sleeve of yet another flannel shirt he'd never be able to use again and held the burned forearm out.

She bent down and ever so gently pressed her lips against the wound. Tiny sparks flowed from her lips and onto the injury. Dean was braced for more pain. But within seconds the pain was gone. She stood up and stepped back to get something from one of the many pockets concealed in her uniform. Dean studied his arm in amazement as he watched the flesh literally began to heal itself before his eyes.

"Here, let me spread some of this herbal salve over it" She said, "It's going to itch something awful while the skin repairs and this will take the edge off."

Both Dean and Sam kept looking back and forth to her and the arm as she gently smoothed salve on it while it healed. In moments it was done and you couldn't tell there had ever been any damage.

Dean looked up at her his face beaming in relief and joked as he rolled the torn sleeve back down. " Hey you don't suppose you could work your magic on this burn hole could ya; this was one of my favorite shirts."

Standing up to her full height of 5 feet the fairy placed her hands on her hips and said in mock affront " The Fey don't do laundry."

Sam's curiosity is peeked at her refrence and had to ask, " So, you refer to yourself as the Fey. What exactly are you?"

She went over to the shimmering box that held their guns and with a push of a button on her wrist turns off the force field and scoops up their weapons." My name is AH-rii and my people and yours have had some history together. I come from another place that is similar and close to yours but hard to cross over to unless you know the right spots. Only at those places the fabric of space is thin and our worlds touch. Your folk have always called us Fairies." She tilts her head back and laughs, "and I bet you have been told a wild tale or two about us."

Dean says," More than one or two. I thought you would be a lot smaller and have wings."

" Uh Yeah, I get that a lot," She replied, " but we're not so different than you. A little smaller," she gestures toward Sam who is standing now. He smirks back good-naturedly, glancing down at his feet and back up again. "More gracile, she shrugs, some minor differences in biology. But like Lions and Tigers the basics are the same."

Sam's voice held wonder as he asked," But you can work magic?"

Dean doesn't take his eyes off AH-rii as he says to Sam, "Dude, this chick is so not Tinkerbelle."

Rolling his eyes Sam gives Dean a look that says please not now.

AH-rii runs both hands through her thick curls and tries to explain, " Magic is relative. Back in the Everafter it's just normal. It is part of us, who we are. Here different physical laws apply. Our natural abilities are diminished so we rely on technology."

All the while she is thinking about how much she can disclose. On the one hand I don't want to talk down to them but on the other I must adhere to the law of limited intervention. She opts for a fairy tale version of the truth and sighs deeply to begin.

"As a race we are older than yours and haven't gotten into quite so many wars that we had to stop and start our culture over again. From almost the beginning we sought to work with the forces that govern the universe; not to try to harness or tame them and in doing so we enhanced our abilities and stretched our potential to the point that we can incorporate the natural power that is all around us."

Dean says: "Ye-ah, like 'the Force'?"

" Dude!" Explodes from Sam's lips as he looks down at Dean for once again reducing info down to a movie version explanation.

Dean shrugs his shoulders and dismissively frowns back.

"So." Sam continues, "You can tap into, what, magnetic flow, Thunder and lightening, Tornados?"

" Rainbows?" Dean mocks.

" That would be Leprechauns." AH-rii snarks back.

Both brothers snap their heads back to her and say "Huh?" in unison.

AH-rii tosses her head back and laughs, "It is said by our folk that you humans could one day surpass us if you chose to go that path." Then as if reminded she turns her focus on inspecting their guns. She deftly removes the ammo and hands the unloaded weapons back to Sam.

While this is being done Dean rises to his feet and a thoughtful expression settles on his face, "That demon you caught; we had been tracking him for three days. I thought we had done all the research we needed to but we hadn't run across their ability to toss balls of fire like that." And he gestures with his healed arm. "If you hadn't been here... and did what you did…(he glances quickly over to Sam), well, I don't know what would have happened." Extending his hand to shake he says "Thank you".

AH-rii smiles and for the first time he see that she is pretty; there is a glow about her that is captivating. She steps forward and takes his hand. They stand there for a beat of three seconds and then she places her other hand upon his and moves forward, lifting her head so it is near his neck and deeply inhales. Both Dean and Sam are startled by this "custom" and exchange a look. Still holding his hand AH-rii steps slightly back and as the radiance of her spreads toward him, Dean finds himself beaming back at her.

A bloom of emotion begins to fill Dean's heart. All he can see is the ocean blue depth of her eyes and the loveliness of her face. The world around him dims and it is only she that stands before him. He can't, doesn't want to, take his eyes off her. He feels that if she asked he would do any thing for her, just to be near her.

What he is feeling are the full effects of 'Glamour'. The thing that fairies are known best for-bespelling humans to get what they want. More powerful than any truth serum or mind control he'd experienced before, he is caught right in the cross hairs of her power and there is nothing he can do about it. Then she lets go.

He finds himself still smiling but can't quite focus, " What... wa, was that, a kind of Elf gangsta shake?"

AH-rii smiles back and answers in a breathy voice, " I just had to drink you in. It is an old custom, that if you receive a boon from one of us you must barter something in exchange. I helped heal you and you just gave me the warmth of your smile and let me get a sense and measure of your heart."

Dean's smile falters a second as he realizes that what just happened was not something he had any control over. He suddenly sees her for what she is. She represents "otherness" like the kind they often choose to hunt.

In a wary tone AH-rii then says, "But there is more to you than meets the eye Dean Winchester."

He reacts with just a raising of his eyebrow, he half expected her to know more than she had let on. But when had he mentioned his last name to her?

AH-rii then added, "but you smell of truth. It is one way the Fey can learn if they can trust someone."

She reaches out her hand to Sam and says, "Do you mind?"

But Sam is spooked. When she turns her gaze to him, he takes a step back.

Then she smiles and that radiance surrounds him. The wariness on his face softens to a shy smile and he shrugs then reaches out and engulfs her small hand with his.

Dean can't move, "Sam!?" He says. He knows that something bad could happen but he can't seem to clear his head to take action.

AH-rii coyly tilts her head and crooks her finger motioning Sam to bend down as if for a kiss and she takes a short breath beside his neck, then springs back weapon drawn and glares at him.

Sam stands there confused, he keeps still and holds both arms away from his sides palms up in a non threatening gesture. And glances to Dean for help.

Seeing Sam threatened breaks the hold that was on Dean and he steps between them waving his arms back and forth in a placatingly manner saying, "Whoa, Whoa. I don't know if he's got a clean shirt on but it can't be that bad!"

" Please, I .. I'm not…dangerous." Sam adds.

That's right," Says Dean, "he IS pretty harmless. So what do you say you put your piece down and we talk about this. What spooked you?"

" I smell a taint of demon on him." Was AH-rri's tight lipped reply. " More than you get from just being near one. The smell comes from within. He has been marked."

Dean and Sam exchange a very meaningful look.

"When the demon killed our mom… he did do something to mark Sam. But we killed that som-o-bitch when we closed the gate." An agonized look crosses Dean's face as he turns toward Sam; " I thought the mark was broken then and there."

" Yeah," Nodded Sam in nervous agreement, " it should have been right? Look we are not your enemies," and he gestured toward himself and Dean, " we are hunters just like you."

Keeping her weapon trained on Sam AH-rii spends a heartbeat thinking. And for all three time stands still. Then she flips it back into its holster and straightens her shoulders.

"No," AHrii says, " not like me." Anger and frustration flash in her next words, " What is it with you Winchesters? You live such short lives, how long, seventy, eighty years tops? And you are so quick to give that up to save each other. She shakes her head slowly as a great emotional outburst builds.

The boys look really confused now, she's not going to kill them but she sure seems mad enough to, but why?

"First your Mother, then your Father and now Dean is ready to throw away his…." Shaking with rage she stops abruptly.

Sam's eyes widen. " How did you… know?"

And it's Deans turn to look back at her in anger, " It's easy Sam, she Vulcan mind melded me when she got close enough."

" But what did you mean about... our mother" Sam asks cautiously.

Dean tilts head back in challenge, "Yeah. And none of that 'Once Upon A Time' crap either!"

AH-rii hangs her head, she has just broken THE rule, she let her emotions override the first tenant of intervention. She should never have mentioned their Mother's role in this. But she must complete her assignment which is to payback a debt owed by her people to a woman who struck a bargain with the Fey in order to ensure that the only child she thought she would ever have be safe.

Next-the Reveal

I had originally tried to write this in a script format, but quickly got in over my head. Thanks to some kind encouragement I am attempting to rewrite the begining chapters to narrative style, and it DOES flow much better. Please take the time to read and review this updated format. And -!!thankyou!! to those that encouraged me to keep tweaking.