Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam or Castiel (and this is a tremendous shame).

This story is for any girl who wished she could spend some time in that Impala.

Dean was driving. He looked delicious, his t-shirt clung so tightly to his biceps that it seemed as though it might tear at any minute. His face was a couple of days past being shaved and was accumulating a fine amount of stubble. His hair was, of course, perfect. Anyway, to get back to the story, Sam's phone was ringing.

"Hello?" said Sam, answering the phone.

"Sam," said the voice on the other end, "hey, it's Ash."

"Hey Ash, what's up?" said Sam, slightly uninterested, in all truth he had been sleeping and for once he hadn't been having a nightmare, so he was slightly annoyed at being woken up.

"I found another one," said Ash, all mysterious.

"Another one what?" said Sam, still fairly uninterested and probably about two-thirds still asleep. He was slumped down in his chair.

"Another kid who's Mum died in a house fire when they were exactly six months old."

Sam sat up so quickly he hit his head on the ceiling. Damn that boy is tall. "But I thought you said you had found them all?" he said, excitedly.

"What's he saying?" asked Dean in that sexy gravelly voice of his, trying to watch the road and pay attention to the call at the same time. And looking beautiful as well, but that part was effortless.

"I widened the search," said Ash, still, ever mysterious.

"How wide?" asked Sam.

"Australia."

"Australia?!" exclaimed Sam.

"Yeah man, Australia, you know, kangaroos and shit."

"Sam what is he saying? What about Australia?" snapped Dean who had no desire whatsoever to go to Australia hunting ghosts, or anything else for that matter.

"He does get around," said Sam.

Dean snatched the phone from Sam's hand.

"Ash, it's Dean, what's going on?"

"He found another house fire," said Sam.

"In Australia Ash? Jesus, it's probably just a coincidence," said Dean into the phone, "we can't go all the way to Australia for this guy."

"He might be one of us," said Sam folding his arms.

"Hey, listen, you don't have to go all the way to Australia to find her because she lives in California now, her name is Emma Hatter."

"Oh great, well that's alright then, where abouts in California?" said Dean, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, ready to turn the car around if needs be.

"Disneyland."

"What? You have got to be kidding me."

"No, she works at Disney Land, she's one of the face characters," said Ash.

"Which one?" said Dean, suddenly remarkably curious.

"Tinker Bell."

Dean smiled, predominantly with only the one side of his mouth, "oh yeah, I think we should definitely check this out."

He hung up.

"What is it?" asked Sam.

"This chick with the fire," said Dean, still smiling and trying to find a good place to turn the car around.

"Yeah? What about her?"

"She's Tinker Bell."

"What?"

"She's Tinker Bell at Disneyland. It's like all my sexual fantasies are coming true."

"Wait, this girl, she works at Disney Land?"

"Yep, I told you we needed a break, where better than the happiest place on earth?"

Dean made a U-turn and headed back towards sunny California.

"What do you think her power will be?" said Dean, still smiling.

"What?"

"Her power, you know freaky visions and mind control and all that."

"I don't know."

"Hope it's something good, not electrocuting people."

Dean pulled into the Disneyland car park. There were parents and children running all over the place.

They bought two tickets feeling slightly self-conscious and walked in the gates. Of course, once they were inside, all self-conscious thoughts dissipated into the fairy-floss scented atmosphere.

Dean was a little bit excited.

"Can we please go to Indiana Jones?" he said, a huge stupid grin on his face.

"No Dean, look, I'm going to get a show program."

"Yeah, right, sorry, Tinker Bell." He rubbed his hands together.

Sam picked up a pamphlet from the Goofy-themed pamphlet stand and opened it.

"Looks like the Peter Pan show doesn't start for another two hours," said Sam, disappointed.

"So," said Dean, "Indiana Jones?"

So they went on the Indiana Jones ride, and Pirates of the Caribbean and Splash Mountain while they were at it.

The two hours were sadly up as they walked out of Frontier land eating churros and heading for the Peter Pan show.

And then, just like that, there she was.

She was beautiful, that was for sure, and her tiny green Tinker Bell dress hugged her body like a wet t-shirt. Her hair was blond and up in a messy bun and she had those adorable little shoes with the pom poms on them. There were freckles on her face, it wasn't clear whether they were real or not. She was also tiny, she must can't have been much more than five foot. She really was the perfect Tinker Bell. She even had the big hips.

"How is this a kid's show?" asked Dean, after a very hearty silence, "surely that costume is not appropriate."

They watched the whole show, they would have watched it twice. And Emma was adorable, but when she started singing, well, that was it. She didn't have any lines but she had one song. And she belted that song out with a voice that never could have come out of someone so small.

"Holy shit," was all Sam seemed able to say. Dean couldn't say anything.

After the show children were running up to the three stars asking for photos and autographs and hugs. Dean and Sam hung back awkwardly.

Emma saw them, and once the crowd of children around her had slightly thinned she smiled over at them. Dean and Sam tried to smile back in a somewhat normal way.

"Go over and talk to her," said Dean.

"What? Me? But you're always the one to talk to the girls," said Sam.

"I know, but this time you should."

"Wait a minute, are you nervous? Dean you have never been nervous talking to girls since you were five years old."

"I'm not nervous!" he snapped, "come on, let's just go for God's sake we look like idiots standing here."

They approached her slowly, trying to look casual.

"Hi, did you want a photo?" she asked. Her accent wasn't very strong, in fact, she sounded slightly English.

"Umm, we, actually…" said Dean.

"We forgot our camera," said Sam.

"Oh that's ok, we have a polaroid," she said. And before they knew it she was standing between them and there was a blinding flash.

Captain Hook, who had been holding the camera, handed the photo to Sam.

Dean cleared his throat, "So, my brother and I were wondering, that is…"

"Am I doing anything tonight?" she said, "I'll be going to the Bananarama Bar down on Elias street, I'll see you there."

Then she smiled and fluttered away to dance with a bunch of little girls in princess dresses.

"What just happened?" asked Sam, when she was out of earshot.

"I think she just asked me on a date," said Dean.

"No I mean, what happened to you? That girl made you turn to jello."

"Shut up."

"I think you might be losing your touch."

"Oh come on, it's like meeting Jessica Rabbit."

Sam looked at the photograph. Emma looked beautiful and Sam and Dean both looked ridiculous. Neither had really been prepared for the photo and they were both looking at the fairy between them rather than the camera. How embarrassing. Dean took the photo off him and put it in his jacket pocket.