A/N: Ok, next chapter, no heads up. Thanks for reading and reviewing!!!!
Chapter 3: Must Wear Green
"Why do you pinch people if they don't wear green?" Sam asked, while he idly flipped through a magazine.
"Beats me," Dean shrugged, flipping through what little channels were available at the crappy motel room.
"Would you pinch me if I didn't wear green?" Sam asked, looking up momentarily.
"You bet," Dean said absently, not really paying attention.
"Well I won't pinch you," Sam muttered, returning his attention to his reading. The boys had been by themselves for over a week now. Spring break had just begun and now it was March 17th. Sam was currently wearing a green t-shirt, which he had picked out the day before, but Dean was not celebrating the holiday considering he was to be cooped up in the room al day. No one would know or care if he wore green, so he hadn't bothered. John had promised to be back some time that week, but neither boy had high hopes. Suddenly there was a loud tap on the window. They both looked up sharply, but didn't see anything. Dean got up from his chair slowly and walked towards the window. It was probably a teenager, or perhaps one of Dean's "friends" playing a practical joke. Dean grinned at the thought of grabbing the sawed off shotgun to scare the kid away. He slowly leaned up towards the window, but there was no one there. "What was it?" Sam asked, suddenly right behind his older brother. Dean jumped a little, but then quickly tried to disguise the movement as a shrug.
"Nothing I guess," Dean said, glancing out the window one more time, but still seeing nothing.
"Can we go outside?" Sam whined.
"You heard Dad. We have to stay in until he gets back," Dean said starting back towards his chair. He paused halfway there, glanced over at the soap opera playing on the TV and then looked longingly towards the front door. "Well…" one look at Sam's puppy dog eyes and he caved completely. "I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt." Sam grinned and flung open the door before Dean could take a step towards him. "Sam, wait!" Dean took off after the eight year old and found the boy playing with something on the ground. "You're supposed to stay with me," Dean scolded.
"Look," Sam stood and stepped aside. Standing in front of him was a garden gnome, decked out in St. Patrick's Day spirit. It had a red beard and hair along with a green top hat, coat and pants and the black shoes with the gold buckles.
"Don't touch that," Dean said wearily, "You don't know where it's been." He'd been raised not to trust things when he didn't know where it'd come from. Sam shrugged and left the gnome where he found it and continued across the parking lot. Dean followed close behind, glancing over his shoulder one last time.
The boys made it to the park a few minutes later. There were several children there, all wearing something green. Sam charged straight for the jungle gym and immediately found a couple kids from school to play with. Dean leaned casually up against a light pole, too cool to be playing with the little kids. He watched Sam playing without a care and couldn't help but smile. His good mood dwindled somewhat when he saw another of the green gnomes sitting on one of the benches across the park. Its eyes seemed to be boring into him and he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine. He tried to convince himself that it was just a coincidence, that it was just some weird small town tradition, but he couldn't shake that suspicious feeling in his gut.
It was getting dark by the time they headed back to the motel. Sam was exhausted, but elated from the long day. As they were walking, Dean became more and more uneasy as he noticed several more leprechaun gnomes on their way home. It had gotten beyond a weird town tradition and gone right into being just plain creepy. They were five or six on every lawn, one on every porch, and at least two or three around every lamp post. Sam seemed completely oblivious to the oddity and walked calmly by Dean's side. Back at the motel Sam picked up his magazine from where he'd dropped it and Dean went back to the TV, which was still on. They'd barely gotten settled when there was another loud tapping on the window. Already on edge from the strange decorations, Dean grabbed the shotgun from where it was propped up against the wall and walked towards the window. Before he actually got to the window however, something small and green crashed through it, sending shards of shattered glass to litter the floor. The little thing was just a blur as it raced around the room. Dean was about to aim and shoot when a second blur came in through the window, then a third and a fourth until there were too many to count.
"Sam get in the closet now!" Dean shouted. Sam did as he was told, leaving Dean to fend of the tiny intruders.
"You're not wearing green," an accusing voice said. Dean looked down at his feet and saw one of the garden gnomes, only this one was alive.
"No green. No green. No green." hundreds of voices chanted.
"No green," the first gnome growled, then suddenly they were pinching him.
"Dean!" Sam peaked out from the closet.
"Get back!" Dean ordered. Sam ignored the command and charged towards the bed. Dean was backed into a corner with the leprechauns still pinching him.
"Dean, catch!" Dean looked up just as a pair of green socks came flying his way. "Put 'em on!" Dean kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled on the cheesy Saint Patrick's Day socks. The pinching stopped immedietly as the leprechauns all took in his green clad feet.
"Hmph. See that you don't forget next year," a leprechaun warned. They all turned at the same time and leapt back through the window.
"I think I'm going to wear green everyday now," Sam commented as the last of them left the room.
"Yeah," Dean panted, "Me too."
So sorry this is so short, but I went on vacation, left my flash drive at home and had to completely rewrite the chapter. So anyway, thanks for the reviews! Please leave more, I really appreciate them.