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"Okay… can we just speed this up without the singing?"

"Oh… I see, you know so much better than me. We'll you're the one stuck here without my help. I think you should be more appreciative."

"Alright…"

"I mean you threw me against that hard wall and I still..."

"Okay…I…"

"And now you order me around like your wife in a trailer park…"

"OKAY! Sing…just find the thing!"

Immediately, Dean knew he was going to regret letting Flatus sing, but the whining was worse.

The small lizard-like dragon, returned to his madden item toss. Fits of random humming jammed out and the little arms flopped wildly like tilt-a-whirls. Throwing random objects, the creature whirled the hodgepodge of brickabrack at warp speed: A Santa Salt shaker, a waffle iron, a cheese grater, assorted whips, a butter knife. "Oh, I wondered where that went..." Flatus started to hum the beginning chords of Pearl Jam's Better Man.

Dean cringed as he waited for it: the dreaded wrongness of lyrics.

"She dreams of butter she dreams of bread can't find a butter knife. "

"UMMMMnnnnkfdsk" Dean groaned, reminding himself to keep his mouth shut. "So, uh… how goes the search… I could help with that…"

"NO! Keep your paws off…oh…here we go!" A long cylinder shape emerged from the chest.

"Oh… don't let that be what I think it is." The gutter overtook Dean's tired mind. "Then again, the vixens can keep themselves occupied for a while. " Much to Dean's chagrin, it wasn't anything near his initial idea. It was much worse!

Flatus handed the "weapon" to the now disgruntled Dean. "OH..COME ON…You're Kidding me!"

"Okay Mr. Macho Man."

"Don't… don't even start singing! Especially that! You just handed me a kiddy wand covered in Glitter with ribbon curls. I think you owe me at least to question the lameness of that!" Dean eyed the item with such disdain. The pink metallic glitter handle spiraled upwards to a cute ice blue star on top. Several multicolored ribbons and sparkles sprang from the base of the star. "And this is supposed to help me get back Sam?"

"No idiot that is supposed to help you defeat the YED. I have to help with Sam."

"You know, I can sling shot your snarky ass again. So spill it."

"I can give Sam back his memory… I just need to find you one more thing. So if you stop with the grandstanding threats and just give me a moment... Why must you always pick on me?"

"Oh...fu…"

"And…and… and..." The small dragon wailed and cried in a childish temper tantrum.

"Oh...Alright, I'm sorry. I just… It's been a bad day...week…hell, I don't even know how long we have been here. All I want is to get back to reality. And messed up as that sounds! This place makes no sense and I'm going BONKERS!"

Dean's newest companion stopped complaining and looked at the worn out hunter. "Ah... here they are…"

"Okay… that's it...I've lost it….I'm unhinged... batty, crazy, insance, cracked, gonzo, kooky, mental, whacko, nuts…

"It's just a pair of shoes!"

"RUBY SLIPPERS! DUDE THESE ARE RUBY SLIPPERS… Are you telling me that I have to put on slippers to get home!"

"No….They're for the YED too!"

"Did the demon take over Siegfried and Roy!?"

"WHO?"

"Nevermind!" Dean waved his arms in frustration, sparking the wand to life. A steady stream of glitter sprayed everywhere. "Oh course, this thing craps glitter… go figure…" He buried his head in his hands. "I don't suppose you have a gun in there… A grenade… Hell, I'll take the butter knife."

"Watch that.. its powerful…you only use the wand when you absolutely need it..You should learn to calm down. Stress is bad for you blood pressure… It's all in your head…Oh...that's a good one." Two seconds later, Flatus broke out in his personal rendition of the Cranberries Zombie. "In your bed, in your bed. Gumby, Gumby, Gumby."

"We'll I been there done that… Good times."

"That's better. Now we have to find Sam."

"Got that covered, he's tied up outside. If he survived all this time with the Vixens."

"You did something RIGHT!" The reptile crowed as he depressed a burst of breath freshener spray and cleared his throat.

"You're not going to sing again ARE YOU!?"

"No, I am ready for my kiss."

"Uh… I think that's going to be a no… Gonna pass on that….yeah…tsk."

"No, you Sam… I have to break the spell with a kiss… Don't you know anything?!?!?!"

"This… NOW THIS," Dean chuckled. "This I would pay to see."

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