Will have language and probably violence.

Summary: Crossover with Ghost Hunters. Sam and Dean's first trip overseas to Ireland puts them in the middle of a Ghost Hunters' investigation concerning mischievous fairies. Can the boys do their jobs without being detected by the other hunters, or will the fairies triumph over the boys?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural or Ghost Hunters related, but I can't pass up the good material they inspire! Enjoy!! Yes I used direct quotes in this chapter, but I admit it so please don't sue me!!

Dean crouched low to the ground and saw Jason pull out his thermal imaging camera and turned it on. Now he had to be really careful. The cloak of darkness would not help him if Jay turned the camera in his direction. His body heat would instantly give him away, creating a red shape in the form of a human being. No doubt they'd think I was a fairie, being crouched this low to the ground. Damn things are the size of children.

He took extra care not to make any sounds to alarm the hunters. One snap of a twig would expose his whereabouts. Dean turned his EMF meter on and put his headphones over one ear, leaving the other open for any local sounds. From where he turned it on, he only had one light illuminated. Not much activity so far, thankfully.

Maybe they'd get out of this alive after all. Grant and Jay headed off towards the ruins again with Dean trailing close behind. His heart skipped a beat as the two men paused feet from him, apparently having seen a human shaped image appear on the thermal. He frowned down at his EMF meter, wondering why it wasn't going off if they were so close to danger.

He had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from bursting out laughing as the team realized they were only seeing their sound guy. Phew… Thought my genius machine was broken for a minute there.

Back at the basement, Sam observed as Dustin and Tango carefully lowered themselves through a small opening at the base of the castle. He quietly laid down and got as close to the hole as possible without giving away his position. He could hear the men talking a few feet beneath him.

"Hey, wanna do some EVP work?" Tango asked.

"Let's do it, buddy." Sam heard rustling as Dustin pulled a recorder from his pocket and stated their names into it for documentation.

"Whoever's down here, can you make your presence known for us?" Tango began.

"Are you connected to one of the Egyptian relics that was here?" Dustin added.

"Is there any noise, or anything you can make for us so that we know that you're here with us?"

Sam had to give them kudos for trying, but ghosts don't tend to just waltz up to you and strike up a conversation. This he knew from experience. His heart jumped into his throat as he heard what sounded like heavy footsteps on a wooden floor coming from the other side of the wall in front of him. Problem was, there weren't any wooden floors left.

"Huh…" he uttered quietly and lifted himself off the ground to go check out the sound. He followed it into the ruins and all the way to the center of the building, directly above the boys in the basement. "Anyone there?" he called out softly.

The footsteps stopped immediately. Sam pulled his mini flashlight (torch) from his pocket and flashed it around. There was no one in sight. Sam glided his arm over the empty space in front of him and felt a cold spot that went all the way from the floor to his belt bucket but no higher. Just the height for an elemental. Oh shit…

A few yards away on the other side of the Wrath, the hair on the back of Dean's neck stood on end as he heard Jay talking to Grant about the fairies.

"Supposedly, there's all these tunnels under the ground here, right where we're standing on."

"Right. Cause this used to be a house."

"And the fairies came in and took control of it and they're living under the ground. So as you're stepping, they know right where you are looking up atcha."

As they returned to their thermal imaging, they caught a small red blip just through the trees.

"Someone's behind there," Grant stated.

"I saw it," Jason replied, looking over Grant's shoulder.

Dean tried to get his hunter eyes to penetrate the darkness but to no avail. As far as he could see, there was nothing there. That certainly didn't comfort him. Even less so when he heard the next statement.

"Our guys are over there, aren't they? There's just something behind them." Dean glanced ahead where Jason was pointing and sure enough, he could see Dustin and Tango making their way through the trees. Guess they gave up on the basement. Where the hell is Sam?

Grant rewound the tape and watched the footage again. Sure enough, they saw their two-man team and a ways behind them there was a red orb following silently.

Shit! They're picking up Sam on the thermal! We're so busted…

Dean barely bit back a groan of defeat as the two men in front of him ogled over the screen. He had half a mind to shout out a warning to his brother but what Jason said next made him swallow his words.

"Dude, it just split into three."

"What?"

"It split into three! There's three of them now!"

"Let me see that… What the hell are those things?"

"I dunno. But there is definitely something following those guys."

Shit shit shit! Definitely not Sammy. So where the hell is he? Frustrated, Dean broke away from the two men and began hurrying as soundlessly as possible towards the orbs. Grant and Jason decided not to alert the other members of their team until they got a closer look at their pursuers. They began to step over the barbed wire surrounding the Wrath, but the minute they touched the ground on the other side, the orbs disappeared from sight.

Dean slowed his pace as he neared the other team, taking care to stay behind trees and rocks to avoid being caught on the thermal.

"Sam?" he hissed out. "Where are you? You better be okay or I swear to god…" Dean's soft voice was cut short as he was bodily thrown into the outer wall of the ruins feet away. His head connected hard and he slumped to the ground unconscious, a small trickle of blood oozing down the back of his neck.

After his initial yelp of surprise, not a sound was heard by any of the hunters. Dustin and Tango wheeled around looking for the source of the yelp.

"Dude, did you hear that?" Tango asked.

"Yeah, man. Sounded like it was in distress."

"This place is creepin' me out. Come on. Let's get back to the basement where we belong. I think we might be pissing these things off."

Sam, who had left the building, having given up on the mysterious cold spot, had also heard the yelp and knew exactly what it entailed. Dean was in trouble. He no longer worried much about his presence being known by the other hunters. His brother was his first priority and he needed to find him. Now.

He raced around the building and stumbled to a halt, almost tripping over his brother's body in his haste. He had shut off his flashlight to avoid detection and therefore his vision was limited to what the moon illuminated. Thankfully, the brightness of it reflected off of Dean's watch, alerting Sam to his presence.

"Dean…"

Sam crouched down and reached a hand out, placing it on the side of Dean's throat and waiting, hoping, for a beat. Sure enough, there was a steady thrum beneath his fingers. He sighed with relief, glanced around to make sure no one was close, and pulled his flashlight back out. He raked his eyes up and down Dean's body, following the light, to check for any major damage.

He didn't find anything besides a small pool of blood beneath Dean's head and creeping around the sides of his shirt collar. Sam gently shook his brother's shoulder.

"Dean? Hey, man… Can you hear me? Wake up, bro." After a few tense minutes, Dean began to stir. "That's it… Open your eyes, Dean…"

Dean could hear his brother's voice seemingly from a great distance. Sammy? You okay? Where'd you disappear to? He vaguely felt his body being shaken but was having trouble concentrating through the pain emanating from his head. Oh god… This really sucks…

He heard his little brother's pleading voice for him to open his eyes and struggled to do as he asked to alleviate the boy's worries a little. Sluggishly, he regained control of his eyelids and slowly pried them open. At first all he saw was a dark blur set aside from the darkness of the night, mere inches from his face.

Startled, he tried to shove himself backwards, away from the shadow. He froze when he heard his brother's voice coming from it.

"Easy, Dean! Hey, hey… It's just me! Calm down!" A firm grip attached itself to his right wrist and another hand was around the back of his neck, effectively slowing his progress and preventing himself from causing more damage to his body.

"Sammy?" Dean blinked a few times to clear his vision enough to see the concerned look in his brother's eyes. Oh thank god. You're okay.

"Yeah, Dean. It's me. You alright? What happened?"

"Dunno. I was heading over here to look for you and I got sideswiped by somethin'. I think I might have pissed one off."

"Just one?" Dean glared at his brother, but it hurt his head more. His glare turned into a grimace and he raised his free hand to the back of his head and groaned as he made contact with the gash.

Sam winced in sympathy. "Let me see."

"I'm fine, Sam. We've gotta get out of here."

"Dean. We're not going anywhere until you let me take a look." Sam used his I mean business face which was probably the only one more effective than the puppy dog eyes.

Dean knew his brother wouldn't let it go until he relented.

"Fine! Make it quick. These things are starting to get protective of their turf and we've got a lot of innocents to protect."

"It'll just take a sec. Can you sit up?" As Dean tried to force himself into a sitting position, the world began to tilt and spin. He shut his eyes against the movement and wrapped an arm around his stomach trying to calm it again.

"Easy. Easy. Nice and slow." Sam slid closer to Dean and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, helping him up.

"Ugh…"

"You okay?"

"Wonderful."

"Alright. Tilt your head down." Dean carefully did as he was told and Sam shined his light on the back of Dean's head. He easily found a reasonably deep gash at the base of his skull and there was a lot of blood. "This doesn't look good, Dean."

"I told you it was fine. It'll stop bleeding soon if it hasn't already. We've got bigger problems to deal with."

Sam would have given anything for a first aid kit right now, but he knew his brother was right. They were still in the danger zone and they needed to move fast.

"Just wait a minute. You know the drill. Follow my light." Sam flashed his light in front of his brother's face and moved it from side to side to check for a concussion. Dean's response was slugging. Sam's worry increased. It didn't help that Dean's pupils were not equal.

"Do you know where you are right now?"

"Uh… Lisheen Castle in Ireland."

"And do you know who you are and who I am?"

"Course. I'm the awesome older brother and you're the pain in my ass little twerp asking annoying questions." Sam paused his prodding of the back of Dean's head where he was checking for any skull fractures in order to look his brother in the eye.

"Dean, you know this is important."

"Fine! I'm twenty-six years old, you're twenty-two, you attended Stanford for a while, dad's dead, yes I remember Ellen, Ash, and Jo, and yes I'm going to throw up." Dean quickly rolled onto his stomach, attempting to pull his knees underneath himself as his stomach revolted.

Sam grimaced and wrapped his arm around his brother's waist helping to balance him. This was definitely not going according to plan.

TBC

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