A/N: So this just picks right up where we last left our boys. Let's see if Castiel gets there in time to help save the day! Also, many thanks to those of you who have read, reviewed, followed and favorited. To the guest that I couldn't reply to, Thank you so much for your review. "Angelic 911 was one of my favorite parts as well. And to Guppie (since I can't reply to your reviews and would like to do so), thank you so much for reviewing again and for liking this. You are right, this troll is one nasty, disgusting, evil beast and I hope the boys and Cas kick its ass! ;)
Also of note: This will be the longest chapter. It would have been part of the last chapter but I had to cut it in half so I wouldn't overwhelm anyone with the extreme length. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I sincerely wish I could say I owned them but I'm sure if I did we'd be seeing a whole lot more shirtless Winchesters.
4. Winchesters Present: How to Kill a TROLL
Sam kept up his distracting tirade against the beast slowly stalking toward him while keeping an eye on his unconscious brother and praying that Cas would get there in time.
Five seconds later, his prayers were answered when a gravelly monotone voice interrupted his shouts. "Hello, Sam. I heard both yours and Dean's prayers. Where is Dean?" Cas queried.
Sam breathed a quick sigh of relief then pointed to his brother dangling unconscious and loose-limbed in the nearby tree. He then noticed sluggish movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Look out!"
Cas pushed Sam out of way and ducked the club that almost took off his head, with ease. Then, quick as a blink, he rushed his would-be assailant and leaped at it. Touching two fingers to the thing's protuberant forehead, it stopped in its tracks as its eyes slid closed.
Sam had the sudden inane urge to yell "Timber!" as the giant body fell face first to the forest floor with a resounding thud. The thing hit the ground so hard that he could feel the tremors through the bindings on his feet.
"Thanks, Cas. You got here just in time." Sam suddenly hissed in pain as he jostled his broken arm.
"You are hurt." Cas stated matter-of-factly.
"Broken arm. Dean got the worst of it though." He gestured again to his brother in the neighboring tree with his good arm, "If you help me down, I'll help you with him."
"Of course," The angel replied. Before he cut Sam down he did the fingers to the forehead thing again and Sam immediately felt better. Cas pulled his angel blade and cut the rope where it was tied to the base of a tree.
Sam braced himself and cringed, thinking he was going to crash to the ground but he just sort of floated down, turning right side up, and landed softly on his feet. He leaned down and rid himself of his bindings completely before going to stand beneath his brother.
"Hey! Sleeping Beauty. Wake up!" Sam gently patted his brother's cheeks but he couldn't rouse Dean. Sam started to worry that maybe he hadn't lured the creature away in time because the eldest Winchester was sickly pale, almost ashen. He felt for a pulse but couldn't find one.
Cas was suddenly at Sam's side.
"Is he... Dead?" Sam swallowed harshly, fearing the worst.
Cas gave Dean a quick once over and shook his head. "No, but he has sustained several serious injuries and will die very soon if I don't tend him now."
Relieved to hear that Dean was still among the living, Sam backed away to let Cas do his thing.
The angel touched Dean's forehead for ten agonizing seconds. When he dropped his hand Dean's eyes fluttered and opened.
"Gah!" Dean yelped. "Cas! Personal space, dude!"
"Shut up, Dean. He just saved your ass. Twice. I think he's entitled to stand on your head if he wants to," Sam chided.
"Uh... Thanks Cas," Dean said sheepishly by way of an apology.
"You're welcome," Cas responded in his usual monotone.
"Do you think you could get me down now?" Dean groused, uncomfortable with the near chick-flick moment.
"I'm actually leaning toward leaving you up there, Dean," Sam responded.
"Bitch," Dean growled.
"Jerk," Sam smirked at Dean's expression.
He moved forward, braced himself under his brother, then nodded at Cas who cut the rope that held Dean in the air. As had happened with Sam, Dean drifted down, turned right-side up in midair and landed on his feet. Sam pulled his knife and sliced through the ties around Dean's ankles.
Remembering what had brought them there in the first place, Dean quickly pivoted until his eyes fell on the downed savage beast, now incongruously snoring, a few feet away.
"What the hell happened while I was out? And what the hell is that thing?" Dean demanded pointing to the enormous, foul-smelling lump on the ground.
"It's a troll." Cas said in wonder, squatting down next to the hideous form.
Dean watched as the angel examined the snoozing troll. To Sam, he quietly said, "Looks more like a beached whale if you ask me." He then chuckled at his own joke while Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's immaturity.
"So? Trolls exist? I thought they were just a myth, like Bigfoot." Sam addressed the angel curiously.
"Oh no. They exist. Although I thought they had gone extinct some hundred years before." Cas answered still kneeling next to the peacefully sleeping creature.
"Apparently not," Sam said wryly.
Cas, not cognizant of Sam's sarcasm said, "It would seem you are correct." He continued to study the troll with that crooked head tilt thing he always did. "I haven't seen one this close in over a millennium."
The troll suddenly snuffled and stirred.
"Uh, Cas? Maybe we could save the history lesson for another time. Like after we hog tie it to a tree." Dean muttered, nervously watching the troll.
Cas looked at Dean and nodded. "Agreed. Although they are slow, they can inflict serious damage when they are enraged. When it wakes you can expect it to be very angry. " Cas told them, not noticing that the subject of their conversation had suddenly opened its eyes.
"Cas!" Both brothers simultaneously called out in warning, but it was too late. The troll's hand shot out and grabbed Cas by the neck, stood up, and started shaking him. Sam and Dean watched, momentarily stunned, as the angel's limbs and head lolled and flailed about as if he were a rag doll. Wincing when they heard the loud crack of his neck breaking, they silently thanked their lucky stars that Cas was an angel and could not be so easily damaged, then leaped into action.
Scrambling over to the flashlight, Dean scooped it up so that they could search for their guns. They needed to put this big ugly nuisance down for good.
Sam quickly found his fallen gun and Dean yelled for him to, "Shoot the damn thing, already!"
Sam did, firing off six rounds in rapid succession.
The brothers watched in disbelief as the troll's skin seemed to fold, like rubber, around the bullets and then release them so that they fell, intact, to the ground.
"What the hell...?" Sam uttered, perplexed.
Dean was a bit more vociferous. "How the fuck do we kill this thing?"
The troll paused, still keeping a tight hold on Cas's neck, and shot yet another furious gaze at the Winchesters. Then it started to stalk toward them.
"I don't know, but maybe we should stay out of its reach," Sam said as the hulking figure slowly got closer and closer.
"Scatter!" Dean yelled as the troll lunged for him.
Dean took off in one direction and Sam in another. They danced around the troll, keeping well out of its reach, and taunted it in the hopes of keeping its attention on them long enough for Cas to knock it out again.
Cas kept reaching out but the troll, whether consciously or subconsciously, managed to keep him just out of range.
Dean wondered fleetingly why Cas didn't just zap himself out of the monster's grasp and then zap back and take care of it but he didn't have time to dwell on the issue as the troll started picking up rocks and launching them like missiles at the brothers.
Finally, after several misses, the enraged creature picked up a small rock about the size of a human head and flung it at Dean. He managed to sidestep slightly but an edge of the stone caught him above his right eye. It only grazed him but it was a hard enough blow to knock him off his feet.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, rushing forward with a sense of déjà vu as his brother lay still on the ground.
The troll, smelling victory, lurched forward to grab hold of Dean. As it did this, Cas stretched forward and managed to touch the troll's brow, once more sending it off to troll dream land.
That was all fine and good but the thing was falling again and it was going to fall right on Sam's insensible brother.
"Cas! Grab her! She's going to crush Dean!" Sam yelled, scrambling forward to reach Dean in time.
Cas, free now, grabbed a hold of the troll's animal skin loincloth, halting the massive body mid-fall so that it hovered only a couple of feet above Dean.
Sam leaned down to pull his brother out from under Cas's burden when he saw something that suddenly made him want to laugh.
"Cas? You okay? You got her?"
"Yes, Sam. Do you need help?"
"No no! I've got this. Just... give me a minute," Sam quickly pulled out his cell phone, took a picture and then proceeded to pull his brother's lax frame out of danger.
"Okay, Cas. You can let her go." Seconds later the big limp body hit the ground with another Earth vibrating thud.
Sam, with help from Cas, proceeded to revive his brother.
When Dean's eyes fluttered open, Sam patted his brother's cheek and greeted him. "Hey. Welcome back. Again. You okay? You seeing stars or anything?"
"I'm fine." Dean scowled, brusquely pushing Sam's hands away from his face and standing up.
"Cas? You okay?" Dean asked. The angel nodded. "Good. Then tell me how to kill that big-ass troll because I'm definitely in the mood to gank something now!" Dean snarled.
"Sunlight," Cas answered simply.
"That's it?!" The brothers cried in unison.
"Yes. Sunlight will turn her to stone, a state from which she will not be able to return," Cas told them.
Sam turned to his brother as if something had just occurred to him. "That's why she likes this area. No sun ever gets through here."
The troll made waking noises again, drawing their attention.
"We should..." Dean started.
"Yeah." Sam replied, following Dean's train of thought. "Cas? Would you like to do the honors?" He asked.
Cas nodded rubbing his neck. "Although she cannot kill me I have no desire to be shaken like that again. My vessel does not deserve such treatment."
Suddenly, he disappeared with a whooshing sound of feathers. Two seconds later he was back with a silvery-colored thin rope. He grabbed the troll by an ankle and easily pulled her over to a sturdy tree. Lifting her as if she weighed no more than a feather, Cas stood her upright. The rope magically snaked around her, binding her tightly, neck to ankles, to the tree.
Still cautious but feeling much safer, the brothers moved forward to examine the troll.
"This'll be something to add to Dad's journal," Dean remarked to his brother.
"Yeah. Do you think any other hunter has ever run across a troll before?" Sam wondered.
"And lived to tell about it? Probably not," Dean answered.
The troll awoke with a start causing Sam and Dean to jump away from her in alarm. Once the creature realized she was bound, she flexed with all her might against the rope.
"Cas, please tell me that that rope is angelically made and that she can't possibly escape it," Dean said, never taking his eyes off the troll.
"That rope is angelically made and she can't possibly escape it," Cas answered verbatim.
"Good." A mischievous glint sparkled in Dean's eyes and Sam wondered what could have possibly caused it.
"What are you thinking, Dean?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"It's troll naming time," Dean answered.
"Oh for the love of..." Sam muttered, not finishing his sentence. He knew it would do no good to try and stop Dean because his brother would do what he wanted whether Sam agreed to it or not.
"Hey, we're going to be here for a while so I need something to do to amuse myself," Dean said, slightly defensive.
Sam looked at the angel who was watching the proceedings in bewilderment. He turned to Sam with clear questions in his eyes. The younger Winchester shrugged and shook his head, telling Cas without words not to bother trying to figure out what was going on in Dean's mind.
Meanwhile, Dean paced in front of the wary looking troll, trying to figure out what to name her. "You could be a Gertrude. An ugly name for an ugly creature..." He stopped and pursed his lips in consideration. "On second thought that would be an insult to the Gertrudes of this world," Dean chortled.
The troll flexed against the ropes again and Dean flashed his teeth at her in a taunting grin. "You know there's no way out of this don't you? You can't get free. You may be strong but you're no Superwoman, you know? Superwoman would be able to get free because she rules! You? Not so much. I think I'm just gonna have to keep it simple and call you Ugly!" Dean blurted decidedly.
The troll growled.
"You're an idiot, Dean," Sam said, his bitchface at full power.
"Whatever. I'm hilarious and she is ugly so that makes me right!" Sam could almost hear the na na na boo boo hitched onto the end of his brother's sentence.
Cas patiently listened to the ridiculous conversation without a word until the brothers were quiet. Then, he finally asked them, "How is it you came to be hunting a troll?"
"How about we start a fire and then we'll tell you all about it." Sam replied, chafing his hands together. It had gotten chilly since the sun had fully gone down.
They set about collecting wood and within twenty minutes had a roaring fire going. Sam and Dean collected their packs (including Todd King's) and found their missing weapons. Finally, they settled down in front of the fire and pulled out their food.
"Gah! I wish that thing didn't smell so bad," Sam complained, as the scent of the troll wafted toward them when the wind shifted. "I'm losing my appetite here."
"Yes. Troll's scents are very strong. It is actually what led me to you. Well that, and your screams, Sam," Cas stated offhandedly.
Dean cackled, "Aw, poor little Samantha. Did the big bad troll scare you?"
Sam ignored his annoying big brother who was now laughing like a demented hyena. "I thought angels didn't really notice mundane things like that."
When Dean managed to compose himself, Cas responded to Sam's comment.
"Generally speaking, we do not, but a troll's scent is strong enough to assail even the Host's olfactory senses," He paused looking at Dean before continuing. "I believe your phrase, 'smells like shit', would be considered an understatement." He said in a completely deadpan voice.
The brothers looked at each other for a split second before bursting into gales of laughter.
When they calmed, Dean addressed his brother, "You better suck it up and just eat Sammy. It's a long time before sunrise."
Sam grumbled and shot his brother another bitchface for good measure, but pulled out a granola bar and began eating.
Cas repeated his request to know why they were hunting the troll and they took turns telling him. When they were done with their tale, Sam pulled out his phone, brought up the recorder and asked the angel to tell them what he knew about trolls.
"You're recording this?" Dean asked, amazed at his brother's nerdiness.
"Yeah. For Dad's journal. Why?" Sam responded.
Dean thought quietly for a moment. It would be useful information to have if they ever needed to pass it on to other hunters. For that reason alone Dean kept his teasing to a minimum, "Do what you gotta do, geek boy."
Sam's only reaction was a quick huff, after which he pressed the record button and gestured for the angel to begin.
Cas launched into the fascinating history of troll genealogy. He then instructed them on the different tribes (there were six) of trolls. After giving them the rundown on their troll's preferred living arrangements (which they'd seen for themselves), Cas told them about how they hunted and prepared their food.
"They are exceedingly slow but very stealthy. Once they capture their prey, they hang it from trees, as you both learned, and spend a couple of days tenderizing it..."
"Tenderizing?" Sam cut in faintly. He had a feeling he knew where Cas was going with this.
"Yes. Using their fists or their clubs, a troll will beat and punch their game until the desired result is achieved," Cas replied.
Dean felt queasy at the thought of being pummeled until he was soft enough to eat and was grateful that he hadn't eaten more at dinner. He was also thankful that Cas didn't go into gory detail with his explanation.
Sam, too, felt a bit nauseous and decided to change the subject. "How come our bullets just bounced off of that thing? I mean, does it have any physical weaknesses at all?"
"Oh yes. Several, but the areas are often very difficult to reach. Their armpits are soft spots, as well as the backs of their knees. Once, a few of my brothers and I watched the troll wars and saw a warrior throw a spear into a troll's mouth. It took a while for the troll to die but it finally did. Where the groin meets the thigh is also a weak spot but it is very difficult to get that close without being clubbed to death. The eyes are also a good area to aim for but you have to hit them at just the right angle to kill them. You may succeed in blinding them, which will slow them even more but their sense of smell is still strong enough to lead them to you. The rest of a troll's skin is exceptionally tough. Neither blades nor bullets can pierce it."
Dean shivered at the thought of having to go anywhere near that thing's crotch.
Cas suddenly stood and walked toward the troll. Sam, ever in pursuit of scholarly greatness, grabbed his phone and scrambled to join the angel. Dean followed also, curious to see if Cas would inadvertently give him some new info to use as insult ammunition.
"Trolls can also grow to great heights, Some reach ten feet or taller. Although females of the species are generally smaller, this troll would be considered very short by their standards." Cas explained, examining the troll's repellent features up close and very personal.
"What? She not tall enough for you Cas?" Dean joked.
Cas looked at him askance and Dean sighed, "Never mind," then mumbled about wasting good jokes on beings that can't understand them.
Cas turned his focus back to the troll. "From the looks of her features I'd say that somewhere in her lineage there was dwarf blood."
Sam who'd been quietly absorbing all this information, opened his mouth to speak but Dean interrupted with a crude question aimed at the troll. "So, that's it, huh Ugly? Your momma did the mattress mambo with a dwarf?" He began cackling at his own wit.
"Dean? Why the hell are you antagonizing her? It's not like she can go anywhere and you're just making an ass out of yourself." Sam chided. It had been a long day and he was sick of his brother's antics. He just wanted to get all the details about trolls that he could and then take a short nap while they waited for dawn.
"Because I owe her. She tried to kill us in case you've forgotten! So since I can't hurt her physically, I'm using the only means left to me. Words. If you don't like it, you don't have to listen," Dean growled back.
They were staring at each other in aggravation when a series of guttural grunts spilled from the troll's mouth drawing their attention.
Sam was standing in the perfect position to see the angel's face and watched as Cas's eyes widened in what could only be described as shock. Wondering if the seraph could decipher the guttural sounds, he asked, "Was that...? Did she say something, Cas?"
"Uh... Perhaps it would be better if you don't know what she said," Cas replied, looking worriedly at Dean who was staring back at him expectantly.
"Cas? What. Did. She. Say?" Dean's tone suggested violence and while Cas knew that he couldn't hurt him he knew that Dean would badger him until he got his answers.
"Well, as with Enochian, it loses a little something in translation but it was something along the lines of, 'Your mother must have mated with a baboon'."
"Son of a bitch!" Dean snarled, stalking toward the troll.
Sam darted forward and wrapped his arms around his brother's chest. He struggled in earnest to hold him back. "Dean! Stop! What the hell are you trying to do?"
"I'm not trying to do anything! I'm going to punch that bitch square in her big-ass nose and then I'm going to skin her and wear her hide as a body armor! Let me go, Sam!"
"Dude, you can't hurt her! Right Cas?" Sam entreated Cas.
Cas stepped up and grabbed Dean gently but firmly by the arm. "Sam is correct. The only thing you will accomplish is injuring yourself. Again. Furthermore, a knife will not pierce her skin so there would be no way to 'wear her hide as body armor'," Cas air quoted.
Dean's struggles subsided but he looked at the troll and told her, "Enjoy your moment now, Ugly, because when the sun comes up tomorrow, my friend here is going to make sure you get to soak up plenty of UV rays."
Dean pulled out of Cas and Sam's grasps then stalked over to the campfire and stared broodingly into the dancing flames.
The angel and the youngest Winchester shared a look and silently deciding to give Dean some space. To pass the time, they continued their discussion on trolls.
When Cas's fount of knowledge finally ran dry, he and Sam went back to the fire and found Dean curled up on the ground, asleep.
"Sam, you should try to sleep as well. I'll watch over you and wake you both when it's time," the angel told the youngest Winchester.
"Thanks, Cas." Sam sighed appreciatively, pulling his own pack to him and lying down on the hard packed ground. He wasn't comfortable by any stretch of the imagination but he was so tired that it didn't take him any time at all to pass out.
The rest of night passed quickly for Castiel as he watched over his friends.
About an hour before dawn, the troll seemed to sense its time drawing near and began struggling in earnest to free itself. All it accomplished was making a lot of noise, which disturbed the Winchesters almost to the point of waking.
Getting to his feet, Cas moved around the fire, knelt between the brothers heads, and lightly touched two fingers to their temples. They calmed and settled back into a deep sleep.
He moved to the troll next and quietly tried to have a conversation with her in her native tongue. His questions about her tribe were met with sullen silence. His queries about her homeland were met with silence and renewed struggles. When he told her that efforts to free herself were in vain, she told him to eat shit and die.
He told her that under no circumstances would he eat excrement and that, as a celestial being, he could not die. Then, with a wave of his hand, he muted her voice and silenced her struggles.
Satisfied that the captive no longer had the means to wake his friends, he returned to his post by the Winchesters and leaned back to enjoy the sounds of nature.
A little over an hour later, Cas felt the sun begin its ascent and moved to the Winchesters again, this time to wake them.
"Sam, Dean. Wake up. It is time." The angel prodded their shoulders.
Sam's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up. He was as eager as a child on Christmas morning to record the troll's transformation.
Dean, on the other hand resisted. "Five more minutes, Sam," he mumbled, smooshing the side of his face into his makeshift pillow.
"Let me," Sam said to Cas. He moved into position behind his brother, making sure he was out of range of flailing limbs, then yelled as loud as he could, "Get your ass up, Dean! Now! Now! Now!"
Dean shot up, wild eyed, and aimed his gun around the small clearing looking for threats. Realizing that it had just been his pain-in-the-ass little brother, he lowered his gun. "What the hell, Sam! Are you stupid? I could have shot you."
Sam let the insult on his intelligence slide, knowing that Dean had just been worried for his safety. "It's time, Dean," he told his brother.
Dean reached into his pack, grabbed a bottle of water, gargled and swished the first mouthful, then swallowed the rest of it down. "Ugh, I need some coffee." He groaned.
"We'll get some when we get back down the mountain but right now it's time to watch a troll get turned to stone!" Sam practically cheered, busting out the kind of eagerness he reserved for when learning was involved.
Dean hid a smile at his brother's barely contained exuberance. He knew the conversation during the ride back to town was going to be peppered with every last detail of the transformation. "Okay, let's do this."
They walked over to the troll. Sam looked at Cas and urged him on. "Alright Cas. Do your thing."
Before he started Cas had a warning for them. "Stand well away from her. I'll have to cut away her binding so that the sun can hit the majority of her body. This won't work otherwise."
Dean looked at his friend in annoyance, "You're just telling us this now?" He growled.
"Do not worry. She will not be able to do anything once the sun hits her and if she manages to escape its rays, I'll smite her." Cas assured them.
The troll's frantic struggling drew Sam's attention and he noted the wild-eyed terror in her eyes. She fought mightily against the angelically enhanced rope but it didn't budge.
Dean, too engrossed in this new development, took no notice. "What?! Why didn't you just smite her in the first place?" Exasperation bled into his voice.
"Originally, I was going to do just that but Sam asked me to let him record her transformation from living flesh to stone. He wants to be able to have a flawless documentation of the event so that he can pass it on to other hunters," Cas replied.
Slightly mollified, Dean weakly retorted, "Well she better not try anything. You hear me Ugly? You just go into the light where you belong." Dean nudged his brother with his elbow guffawing at his own pun, "Get it Sam? Go into the light?"
Sam rolled his eyes but gave his brother a small grin and simply humored him, "I get it, Dean."
Turning his mind to the task at hand, Sam switched his phone from camera to video and nodded to Cas who was waiting for his signal.
Cas looked up at the canopy of trees and the leaves softly started to sway allowing pinpoints of sunlight to shoot through the open spaces. Sam watched in fascination as a tiny pinprick of light hit the exposed skin of the troll's face, turning instantaneously into a spot of stone. More appeared and in greater numbers as the thin shafts of light shot down with increased frequency.
"Look, Sam! Troll zits!" Dean sniggered but Sam was transfixed at the sight and didn't even hear his brother's words.
"Be ready, Sam," Castiel called. "I'm severing her bonds... NOW!"
The ropes slid off of the gigantic body and Dean prepared to grab the entranced Sam and make a run for it if the troll so much as looked their way funny.
He needn't have worried though because the troll was exceptionally slow, both mentally and physically, and Cas had things well under control.
As soon as the troll took one step toward the brothers, the leaves of the trees above them parted and a huge beam of light bathed (Dean mentally figured it was the only kind of bath the creature had ever had in its life) the hulking figure in warm bright light.
Sam and Dean-who was still prepared to drag his little brother out of the way if things went pear-shaped-watched the transformation in awe.
It started with the tips of her hair solidifying into granite and slowly crept downward across the monsters head. The conversion was also accompanied by what sounded like millions of pebbles cascading down a hill.
"Is that the sound of her... hardening?" Dean breathed quietly to his brother.
"I think so," Sam replied his voice hushed with wonder.
The process continued, slowly hardening her face into a savage expression. Her arms, which froze into giant claws that reached for the brothers, were the next casualty followed by her torso. Her legs and feet were the last to petrify.
The whole transformation only took two minutes.
"Wow. That was..." Dean's words trailed off as he searched for a fitting description.
"Anticlimactic?" Sam supplied.
"If by anticlimactic you mean it was nice that we didn't have to simultaneously run for our lives while trying to find the thing's weak spot and avoid being bludgeoned to death, then, yes. For us this was very anticlimactic." Dean paused and thought about the whole ordeal. "You know it was kind of nice to not have to worry about dying every second. I think we should invite Cas along more often. What do you say, Cas? Feel up to helping us out on hunts every once in a while?"
"I will always help when you call, Dean, provided I'm not busy with my Heavenly duties," Cas amended.
"That was amazing! Dean, I recorded the whole thing. I can't wait to get back so that I can start sharing it with other hunters," gushed Sam.
"Alright, alright Sasquatch. We still have to get back to town, check in with Wyatt, check out of the motel, and hit the road before we can share your awesome archival footage with anyone," Dean stated pragmatically.
Sam calmed a bit but Dean could still see that fanatical gleam in his brother's eye and he inwardly groaned. It was definitely going to be a long trip back into town.
Dean turned to his friend, "Thanks a lot, Cas. We couldn't have done this without out you."
"Yeah, thanks!" Sam chimed in. "Dean and I would probably just be tenderized dinner morsels if you hadn't showed up!"
"It was my pleasure. Perhaps one day I can tell my brothers and sisters that trolls still exist." The angel smiled then disappeared in a rustle of wings.
Pocketing his phone, Sam picked up his two packs and looked at his brother who was staring at the newly formed statue, "Dean? You comin'?"
"Yeah. Be right there. Just want to get one last look at Ugly here." He waved Sam on and slowly approached the solid figure. "That'll teach you to mess with the Winchesters you skanky troll." Dean growled to the troll who was now past hearing.
"Dean, come on already! I never thought I'd say this but I'm hungry and I'm sick of granola. Let's go get some bacon!" Sam called to him already holding the pocket navigator in his hand.
"That's my boy!" Dean exclaimed. He grabbed his backpack, put his arms through the straps, and joined his brother.
TBC
A/N: As always, reviews are extremely appreciated. Last chapter up next Monday!
