Dean shut the door behind him and walked over to the Impala. He leaned against the driver's side, pulled out his cell, flipped the cover, and started to dial. He hoped Bobby was around and not out on some job.
"Yeah."
"Hey, Bobby." Dean stole a glance at the door as he held the phone close.
"Lemme guess. You boys are in trouble again."
Dean let out a nervous chuckle. "Come on, man. You know us better than that."
"That's the problem. I know you too well." Bobby sighed. "So what did you do this time?"
"Sam married a pixie."
"He did what?"
Dean shifted his weight and glanced up. The door was still closed. No sign of the little firecracker.
"We think the thing snagged him as we were leaving a job in Vegas," Dean explained. "Do you know anything about these things?"
"I sure as hell do. They're trouble. Big trouble."
"Oh that's great. Just what I wanted to hear."
"Dean, these little imps ain't just pests," Bobby said. "They're life suckers. That thing'll be draining Sam for the rest of his life, however long that is."
Dean closed his eyes and muttered to himself. "Super. So how do we gank mosquito girl?"
"Easy. Just give it some new clothes and it'll go away. As long as you don't name the thing."
Dean froze. "Say what?"
Bobby sighed again. "You boys weren't morons and named it, were you?"
"What happens if you name it?"
"You name it. You own it."
"Damn."
"Do you idjits even think before ya do something?"
"All right. I get the point." Dean kicked away from his car and walked a few steps toward the motel room. He tried to peer into the window, but Sam had the blinds shut tight. "Now how do you get rid of it after you name it?"
"It's harder, but it can be done. These things feed off sugar or anything sweet. But salt's like poison to them. Get 'em to eat some salt, and the pixie will burn inside out."
Dean made a face. That sounded like a nasty way to go. "That's it?"
"That's it? Good luck shoving salt down its throat."
Great. He had no idea how they could trick the pixie into eating salt. Dean knew it must have some kind of defense mechanism it protect it. Maybe he and Sam could disguise it somehow.
"Thanks, Bobby."
"No problem. And be careful. These things are territorial and ain't to be messed with."
Dean nodded into the phone and snapped it shut. He turned to head back to the motel room when he froze. Hazel was standing in front of him, her eyes a storm of green.
"I know what you're doing." Her lips twitched.
Searing pain ripped through his hand. Dean cried out, tossing the red-hot cell phone and moaned, clutching his wrist. The skin had already begun to bubble and blister from the intense heat from the cell. He didn't know how the little freak had done it, but she sure as hell would pay for it.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, biting down the pain. He glared at the pixie, keeping his gaze level. "You are so—"
He jerked backwards, slamming into the side of the Impala. As he made contact, he felt a numbing sensation snake down his throat before there was an audible pop. Dean went to cry out, but no sound came. He blinked and stared at Hazel.
She gave him a twisted grin.
Dean called out, yelling at the top of his lungs for Sam. No sound ever came. No words. No grunts. Nothing.
The bitch had taken his voice.
No pyro-loving pixie was going to take away his sexy voice. He fumbled behind his back for the knife.
Just as he was getting ready to strike, Sam swung open the motel door. "Dean!" He was breathing hard and his eyes widened as he saw the little pixie looming over Dean's crumpled body. "Hazel, no!"
Dean used the distraction as his last opportunity. He bolted to the Impala and reached into the glove compartment, grabbing a notepad and pen. He stole a quick glance up. When he saw the little pixie had vanished from view, he knew he had little time. Quickly, Dean scribbled a note to Sam on the pad, and seizing his last moment, he tossed the pad out the opposite side of the car toward Sam.
Sam was already running toward him, but Dean knew he'd be too late. There was a laugh, a wicked sick-sounding chuckle of delight coming from behind him. When he turned around, the pixie stood there with a devilish grin. There was no mistaking the malice in her eyes.
"Bye, bye," she said.
And with that, everything vanished in a puff of smoke.
