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NOTE1: This is my first beta'd piece! A very special Thanks to CalamityJim for all the advice and even a couple of word rephrasing and sentences tweaks, etc. You get the idea. I'm excited to post this on Thanksgiving! So, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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Aliens vs. Fairies, who cares…
Dean couldn't believe this shit!
Stupid cornfields. Stupid aliens. Stupid fucking country air. He hated the country. Cities didn't have crop circles in freaking corn because there weren't any damn cornfields! When they returned him to the field he couldn't find his phone which meant he couldn't call Sam to come get him. Instead he had to walk back to town and the motel.
The same damn motel he had to walk to because his own brother could have cared less that he'd been abducted! He was banging a freakin' hippy while he was being messed with by aliens or whatever the hell they were. Man, this night just kept getting better and better…
You're mad, the emo-less guy asked or stated, at this point Dean wasn't sure if it was a question or Sam was just stating a fact..
OH, HELL YEAH! People would probably say he was mad. Sam could even go so far as to say that Dean was not a happy camper. Maybe even fucking pissed off! It was bad enough when Dean thought he'd been gone an hour. But no, good old soulless Sam over there getting dressed felt he had to inform Dean, rather happily by the way, that he had been gone all night, the bitch. All night and Sam wasn't out looking for him! Dean would have been looking for his soulless ass. Dean felt rather cranky at that moment.
Fucking fairies!
He thought it was bad when it was aliens jacking with him. But no, it had to be friggin' fairies. And to top it off they came back for more. They followed him back to the motel. That friggin' fairy hit pretty fucking hard. BITCH! But he got the last laugh. Fried that freakin' fairy! What the hell was up with only him seeing the damn things? Sam couldn't see them that was not freakin' fair. Dean felt himself freak out and it seemed Sam could care less.
One thing Dean kept thinking about, was he going to keep seeing fairies and shit? Was this first born son thing and the being to the other side and coming back thing, making it to where ya see the damn things in our realm permanent? Lord, no. He hoped not cause that would suck! But…on the other hand…if they kept the watchmaker's book and sent all "the little people" to… he didn't care where. Yeah, that sounded good too.
Aliens versus Fairies but who really fucking cares? They both suck… He'd beat them all. But the more Dean thought about it just maybe he hated that freak of a leprechaun the most. After all he had started it. The Winchester boy's had finished it though.
Take that you evil little sons of bitches!
THE END
