The Winchesters and Charlie arrived at 'Gripke and Kamble: Hellion Tour' and finally found a parking spot in which Dean was sure no one would scratch up his baby. The trio started into the attraction, keeping a look out for any item that would have belonged to an old school witch that had a curse plaguing whoever or whatever was in it's possession. Not even out of the parking lot, the 'Hellion Tour' started.
There was a large group of friends ahead of the hunters, that were gabbing loudly about all the things that could happen tonight. Then all of a sudden a horror costume-clad man worthy of being in a Hollywood horror flick, jumped out from between two nearby cars spooking the group of friends. Their pitchy shrieks and howls of terror nearly sent the hunters into action, but they quickly realized this attraction truly means to scare the crap out of it's customers.
While the large group of friends ran off ahead, Sam, Dean, and Charlie passed the horror costume man without so much as a flicker of terror. Dean muttered something about punching the guy in the nose if he even dared to get a scare out of him.
"Where are we starting geek boy?" Dean asked stuffing his hands into his leather jacket pockets looking annoyed at the amount of people around.
Sam looked at his watch, "The hay ride doesn't start until 6:30, so we got about an hour to snoop around a little bit. See if there is anything out of the ordinary."
Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie saw both the owners, Amber and Sarah leave the trailer, which seemed to be the headquarters of sorts; locking the door. Turning to face Sam and Dean, putting her arms around the oldest hunter's waist to blend in with the crowd, Charlie smiled, "The owners are leaving."
"Prefect timing." Sam said, then walked off to get lost in the crowd planning on finding a back way into the trailer and potentially finding a cursed item. Though he didn't expect it to be that easy, there is always the possibility that it just may be that easy. Plus Dean and Charlie could certainly use some time to themselves after that fight earlier.
Dean turned his attention back to Charlie and her arms around his waist. "What does Butterfly want to do?" he asked as some more annoying high pitched screams sounded from about ten feet behind them. "I swear I'm going to punch one of those dudes in the face."
Charlie laughed, "Well don't. We need to figure out this case with no cops involved."
"Gotta admit you want to punch that dude as well." Dean smirked.
Trying not to smile, Charlie removed her arms from Dean and pulled him further into the crowd saying, "Let's go."
Looking around, one would think that this traveling Halloween attraction was really some carnival or circus that rolled into town for a local festival of some sort. There were stands at which to play games, get face paint, and buy either crafts or food and drink. It being about a week before the end of October the smell of warm cinnamon and candy hung thick in the air.
Dean, not liking being pulled along, stepped up and put his arm around Charlie's neck leaning some of his weight onto her while his eyes scanned the various booths for some ancient cursed item.
"Stop leaning on me," Charlie laughed, pulling away from him a little bit.
Dean's obvious response was to lean more of his weight onto her, walking funny in doing so. She pinched his side and he straightened up walking properly placing his arm around her back. He was being the Dean that she had fell for and she loved that.
"Hey, you hungry?" he asked as he looked longingly at a food stand.
Charlie stopped, crossing her arms. "You're hungry? After that huge Cajun meal you had earlier?"
"Yeah," Dean answered, screwing up his face as if that were the only logical answer. "Why? Aren't you?"
"No, I had a huge meal at this small restaurant. I couldn't finish half of it, but it was so delicious." Charlie explained.
"And you didn't bring any of this delicious food home?" he asked seemingly offended.
"Go get some food." she said giving him a shove in the direction of the food stand, laughing when he directed a playful glare her way.
With a foam carrier filled with food, but most importantly fries, Dean and Charlie sat down at a table. She stole a fry upon seeing the crispy golden warm and salty heaping pile that was by far better than any kind of drug. Dean chuckled, "Thought you said you were full?"
"I said I wasn't hungry. There is a difference. Besides…" she stole another fry, "there's always room for fries."
"Exactly," Dean nodded agreeing with her, while picking up his burger and taking a big bite into it.
"So…" Charlie started taking a quick glance around, not really noticing anything that would seem like a cursed item. "are we just going to chill out and casually look around for the item?"
Dean grabbed his beer to take a sip, but answered first, "Yeah." Soon after Dean was done eating his meal and from where he sat, tossed the foam carrier into a convenient trash can, to which he pushed his lips out with an approving smirk and nod saying, "Score." Quickly deciding to get to business he stood saying, "Alright, check each of these booths for…something a witch might have."
Charlie chuckled earning her a stiff "What?"
"We have no idea what we're looking for. That's just a little funny." she smiled.
A half hour later they had gotten caught up in browsing the booths by playing some of the games when Charlie, laughing, finally pulled Dean away from the shooting gallery. He and some overgrown redneck had gotten into a competition of sorts about who could shoot better. Obviously Dean wasn't about to back down.
"I won!" Dean called back to the older man holding up the twenty dollar bill he had gotten out of the challenge, then tucked it into his pocket with that smirk of his.
"You never cease to surprise me." Charlie said putting her cold hands into her pockets. She then looked over in time to see him lick his bottom lip slowly and bite down on it, then he just stopped walking. She followed his gaze, noting nothing of too much importance asking, "What's wrong?"
"Come here." he said latching onto her hand and bee-lined to a booth not too far away. When at the booth, Dean quickly scanned the price to play. One dollar for three softballs in order to knock over the bottles set up in a pyramid formation. But for the reason he was here he needed to upgrade the prizes a few times. So he placed the newly acquired twenty dollar bill on the counter and pointed at the desired prize, saying, "I'm winning that."
Charlie, who at this moment was surprised that Dean would want a stuffed animal, looked at what he pointed out. It was a beautiful silver butterfly shaped pendant with a pentacle in the center. At the heart of the pentacle was a rainbow moonstone. The tips of the butterfly's wings were designed with the traditional Celtic knot. She must have stared at it for the longest time, for when the man in the booth took it off of the hook it hung on and handed it to Dean, she finally came to her surroundings.
Dean looked at the piece of jewelry in his hand, bouncing it around a little bit. Then flicked his yes up at Charlie with what she assumed to be the most sexy smirk that he could ever conjure. "Does Butterfly want this?"
Speechless for a moment seeing the twinkling in his eyes as some lights behind her lit up, she couldn't do more, but nod quickly and smile brightly.
Dean undid the clasp and placed it around her neck with a smile. Taking a second longer to trace the silver necklace as it laid over her skin causing her to shiver a little, he asked, "You like it?"
Charlie picked up the pendent to give it a proper look and smiled, "Would it be alright if I said I really, really, really like it?"
"Of course." Dean smiled, the right side of his mouth rising higher than the left, giving him that adorable crooked smile.
"Thank you." Charlie blushed a little.
"Yeah, I figure you are Butterfly, so you should have a…well, a butterfly."
"Should totally get you something globby and slimy-like and call it Slug for ya." Charlie smirked.
"Oh here we go again," Dean playfully acted annoyed with his own smirk.
"Oh yeah again." Charlie cocked her head, then smiled and ran hopping up onto the bench of a nearby table. "Everybody gather 'round and listen up!"
The people around them quieted down and waited on what this young lady had to say.
Charlie pointed out Dean, "See that guy standing right there with that sexy bow-legged stance in the brown leather jacket, jeans, and Q-Tip hair?" She looked around waiting on confirmation, which she received.
"We most certainly do see him," a lady approximately in her 50s smiled feasting her eyes on him. Then she seductively growled at Dean causing Charlie to giggle, he was so going to be busted on for that.
"That's my boyfriend. His name is Slug. Just wanted everybody here to know that." Charlie said looking directly at him with a smile. She saw Dean look down at his feet pretending to scratch the back of his neck, but really was trying to hide a smile and perhaps a manly blush.
"Boy! You best be gettin' yar ass over to yar girl, if ya know what's best for ya'self." the lady approximately in her 50s scolded as she used the plastic fork from her meal to point at him. Her deep southern Louisiana drawl coming out full force.
Dean looked up at the lady shocked at her bluntness, deciding to get away from her before she throws that fork at him. He walked up to the bench that Charlie was on saying, "You just don't know how to behave do you?"
Still standing on the bench Charlie slowly smiled widely down at him, thinking of what her next move should be, which at this moment there was only two options. Dean reached up putting his hands on her waist when she instantly decided to jump on Dean, wrapping her legs around his waist as he easily caught her. "Well-behaved women never make history." Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Kiss her." the lady scolded and the pair realized that everyone was still watching.
"Are you gonna kiss me?" Charlie asked knowing he would.
"Nah." Dean said making a face followed by a light chuckle, but not many heard it as Charlie kissed him.
Sam walked out of the back door to the owners trailer that he found unlocked…how people remember to lock the front, but not the back still amazes him to this day. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary on his quick, but thorough look around. Still didn't eliminate the owners on having the cursed item. Rounding back around to the front, he realized that he got out just in time as he saw Sarah, one of the owners, walk up to the locked front door. He observed that she looked very rushed and then as if to prove that point she cussed as her keys fumbled out of her hands to the ground beside the steps.
"Let me get those for ya." Sam said jogging over and retrieving the set of keys for her.
Sarah sighed in relief as he dropped the keys in her hand, "Thank you… Sam? Right? From earlier?"
With a quick breath in through his teeth and a soft chuckle, Sam nodded, "Yeah. That's me."
Sarah smiled and blushed lightly, "Umm, I know this probably isn't the best time, but did you want to go out sometime? I mean, it won't have great promise of a relationship, but…" she started to ramble, when Sam cut her off.
"Sure."
"Really?" she half smiled.
"Yeah, we all need to have a little fun right?" Sam nodded, thinking that this was a great way to either rule out or pinpoint the owners as being in possession of the cursed item.
"That's what I say all the time." Sarah radiantly smiled. "Well, umm, how about…tomorrow for lunch?"
"Sounds perfect to me." Sam nodded, then added, "You look pretty busy, I'll leave you what you were doing. Looking forward to tomorrow." He gave a small wave as he walked off to go find Dean and Charlie.
"What took so long?" Dean asked as Sam came into view.
Sam rolled his eyes slightly as he came to a stop before them. "Checked the trailer thoroughly and there was no sign of the item." he explained looking around at some employees heading out into the woods, possibly to their spots for the hay ride.
"We checked the booths pretty thoroughly," Dean smirked briefly, "didn't find anything either."
Charlie pulled Dean's hand from his pocket and pushed the sleeve of his jacket up to look at his watch. "We got like ten minutes before the hay ride starts."
Taking his arm back, Dean stuffed his hand back in his pocket. "To the supposedly creepy hay ride we go."
The line for the hay ride was long, but luckily the Winchesters and Charlie got onto the second batch for the ride. There were two huge wagons that were each being pulled by four horses. The horses were decorated in black and red reigns with silver details or rather studs on them in the hopes of making them seem scary or intimidating. But Charlie was still able to see the sweet and caring animals underneath all the Halloween paraphernalia.
The driver of the wagon they were on wore a mask and make-up to depict a man with the side of his face hanging by a small portion of skin down by his jaw. His clothes were tattered and dirty with both dirt and blood.
Charlie didn't plan on looking at the driver too much. Though she's been hunting for roughly six months, she was not used to the dead bodies or mass amounts of blood. On a case a few months back, there was a woman murdered by a poltergeist and… her blood was all over the place…almost like the room was painted with blood. It seemed like she had swallowed a bomb and it exploded from inside of her. That was too gruesome for her, but that was just the sight of it. The smell was a million times worse. The iron metal smell paired with a rotting corpse…that was enough to make even Dean really nauseous.
Instead Charlie looked around at the other people along for the ride. Most seemed to be anywhere from high school to college age. Just a slight twinge jealousy came over her at the fact that as long as she was hunting, she wouldn't be able to get the full experience of college.
A cackled laugh from the driver, shook everyone, or at least the non-hunters, from their not yet scared state of mind. "Welcome! Welcome!" he said as everyone was finally seated. "Just some rules for all ye about to enter the Land of the Hellions. Keep your hands and legs inside the wagon for some Hellion make sure like to eat it or use it for a potion to kill your kind. There are some psychos among those of us that belong to the Hellion-ian community, be scared….be very scared." he creepily varied his voice as he eyed some of the people in the wagon before plopping himself back down onto the driver's bench with what was supposed to be an evil laugh.
Dean huffed and just loud enough for Sam and Charlie to hear, he said, "These places are so lame."
The hay ride commenced. Everyone getting spooked from horrible (and fake) beasts that popped out from the darkness of the woods or terrified from a psychopath with a chainless chainsaw. Except Sam and Dean, they've seen it all before, so they were fairly immune to it. Charlie however, tried to act as if it didn't scare her because she did know that it was all fake and that she was going to be alright for she's been in seriously scary situations on hunts with the Winchesters. But her death grip on Dean's arm and her moving closer and closer to him proved that she was in fact scared to some capacity.
Dean looked over at Sam, who nodded at her grip on his older brother's arm and smiled a little.
"You okay, Char?" Dean asked, lowering his head a little to look in her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not scared." she got out in about a split second with a nervous smile.
At the end of the hay ride, they were left where they didn't begin.
"Make your way through the Land of the Hellions to return safely to the Land of the Living." the driver vaguely said with an evil smirk before making the horses trot away, probably back to the beginning of the hay ride for the next batch of people.
"Yeah, I'm totally punching him in the nose when we back." Dean said glaring at the retreating figure of the wagon.
"Well, looks like…"
"Arrrgggahhh!" a deformed swamp like creature yelled behind Sam, who whipped around and had the creature laying on his chest squealing about the pain in his arm in no time flat. "Let me go!"
"Sorry." Sam said realizing that he had overreacted and helping the guy up.
"Jesus! It's just a show!" the man yelled before walking off somewhere.
"Gee Sam, you a little jumpy there?" Dean joked with a half smile.
Sam's breathing had picked up a little bit with the scuffle that had happened and was now glaring at his brother. "Let's just get on with this Hellion Tour huh?"
"Yeah, lets." Charlie smiled, hoping to avoid any sort of brotherly squabble.
The trio started off to decide which way to go to get back to the 'Land of the Living', when they heard a high pitched terrorized and agonized scream from the woods behind them. They took off in a dead run to help whoever was in need of help.
A/N - There is a picture of what the necklace looks like that Dean won for Charlie! Hope you liked that part Char!
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