"Hey, Bobby," Sam said as he answered his cell phone. Dean was in the hotel room servicing the Doublemint Twins.

"Hey, Sam. I think I found something going on in Salem," Bobby said.

"Salem, Mass?" Sam clarified. That town had a rich history of witchcraft even if a lot of it was lies and superstition.

"Yeah, I think something's out there. Can you and Dean meet me?"

"Yeah, we're on our way," Sam said and went to break up the party.

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"What's going on, Bobby?" Dean asked when they met him at an old cottage in Salem. "Sam said you didn't give him any details."

"I was afraid you would think I was crazy and not come out here," Bobby admitted.

"What could you possibly say to us that would be that crazy?" Dean asked.

"I think we're dealing with the seven dwarves," Bobby said.

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "The seven dwarves?" they asked in unison.

"Lore says the dwarves were turned into dwarves by a witch and sent to hell to guard Snow White. Now they're out," Bobby explained.

"OK, so what are they doing?" Dean asked.

"Spitting on people," Bobby answered

Sam and Dean exchanged a puzzled glance. "Spitting on people?" Sam asked. "So? Don't you think we have bigger fish? Getting Dean out of his deal or stopping a demon army. Spitting dwarves sounds like a pretty low priority to me."

"When they spit on someone, they give them their personalities to a deadly degree. The person will just keep rotating every day from grumpy to happy to sleepy, until something kills him. One guy in town went to sleep in the middle of the street and got hit by a bus. They have to be stopped," Bobby said.

"OK, what do we do?" Dean asked. Sounded like a weird hunt, but what hunt wasn't weird?

"We have to get them to take a bit out of an apple. Then they'll go back to Hell." Bobby had been researching all night. The fairy tale pretty much had everything wrong, but it did have all the elements in it somewhere.

"How are we going to get them to bite an apple?" Sam asked.

"Just shove it in their mouths. But whatever you do, don't let them spit on you," Bobby warned.

The three of them set out with a bag full of apples and headed into the woods where they had last been seen. It was just before midnight when they spotted all of them sleeping by the river.

"OK, we'll each stuff an apple into two of their mouths.." Bobby began, but was cut off when one of the dwarves awoke.

"Get them," Doc yelled and 5 of the other dwarves immediately jumped up and sprang into action. Sleep couldn't be bothered to get up, of course.

Soon, spit was flying all around them and Dean, Bobby, and Sam couldn't help but be covered in it. The six awake dwarves ran away just as the bells tolled midnight.

"Stupid dwarves," Dean grumbled and went over to Sleepy and stuck the apple in his mouth and moved his hand over his jaw to make him clamp down. The dwarf immediately disappeared.

"Good work, Dean. Now none of us will get sleepy," Bobby exulted in a sing-songy tune.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Because I sent Sleepy to Hell, you moron," Dean yelled.

"Why'd you do that?" Sam asked.

"It's what we came here for," Dean yelled even louder.

Bobby was skipping around in a clearing picking flowers. He skipped up to Dean and hand him some. "These are for you," he said.

Dean threw them onto the ground and stomped on them. Bobby just smiled and skipped over to Sam. "These are for you."

"What are these?" Sam asked.

"Flowers," Bobby answered with a wide grin.

"What do I do with them?" Sam asked.

"Smell them. They smell real purty," Bobby answered.

"Would you two idiots stop that and come on. We have to get the rest of the dwarves," Dean said and stamped off in the direction they had taken. Bobby and Sam hurried to catch up.

A few hours later, they were still walking. Sam stopped to tie his shoe. He couldn't remember how and fifteen minutes later he decided to give up. He looked up, but Bobby and Dean weren't there anymore.

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"Where'd that idiot go?" Dean groused when he saw Sam was no longer with them.

"We'd better find him," Bobby said. "I love Sam. I love you, too, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes. "He's nothing but trouble. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in the predicament I'm in."

Bobby almost felt not so happy for a second. "Well, at least you have a year," he said trying to look at the bright side. "And Hell probably isn't so bad. You won't catch cold down there."

"Moron," Dean said under his breath and they started backtracking to look for Sam.

They found him sitting under a tree crying. "What's wrong?" Dean asked harshly.

"I didn't know where you were and I didn't know where you were going and I didn't know how to get out of the woods," Sam sobbed.

"It's OK. We're here now," Bobby said and helped him up.

Sam smiled. Dean grimaced. They set off again in search of the dwarves. Dean was so mad. Because of Sam, they had probably lost them.