It's not the Postman
SPN-100-challenge, word: puff
Summary: Dean's roaming the bunker's vast halls and corridors again. Maybe he shouldn't have been so nosy…
A/N: To hell with weeding the garden or doing my tax declaration or cleaning the flat – when I read Dizzo's word of the week I simply couldn't resist. Perhaps because in German "puff" means "brothel". Not that I had some related idea. Of if so, it didn't cross the line from my subconscious to my conscious mind :-)
"So – you're a wizard", Sam repeated, dazzled by the dancing creatures of smoke while the old man was puffing away.
"And you want us to ally with a bunch of fairies", Dean muttered, recalling his encounter with tiny kamikaze flyers.
"They prefer to be called elves, young lad, and yes, I fear we have some mutual enemies that need to be taken care of."
Sharp grey eyes under beetle brows scrutinized the hunters.
Then he smiled and nodded.
"I think you will like them. They are strong and experienced fighters. And they love music and celebrations."
"Alright, Yoda. But why would these great warriors need us?"
"Dean, he already told us. This – uh – Sauron-guy is a necromancer. I'm pretty sure there's a whole section about necromancy in our library. I…"
"Whoa, don't go nerd on me, Sammy. You wanna walk through that friggin door to some kind of creepy fairytale?"
"Wasn't me who opened that door!"
Dean scowled. "Someone knocked, Sam."
"On a hidden door in our basement. Where you were doing what – exactly?"
…
"So this is settled then, my friends."
The old wizard rose from his seat.
"Where is the kitchen? I'm starving and it's a long journey."
