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!!

"You can't leave us, Dean Winchester…"

"Alright, that's it. How do you damn things know my name?" Sam quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you talking to, Dean?" he whispered, glancing around them.

"We know everything about you, and your brother, Samuel."

Dean froze and Sam walked into him from behind.

"You leave him outta this."

"Perhaps. You're the one that intrigues us."

"Oh really? Well that makes me feel all gooey inside." Dean flicked his red eyes around the surrounding area but saw nothing. How could these things sound so close, but not be seen even by his newly improved eyesight? "Where are you? Why don't you show yourself, ya coward!"

"Dean!" Sam hissed, nudging his brother. Now was so not the time to piss these things off. Dean gave him an innocent shrug.

"Why me?" Dean returned his attention to the bodiless voice.

"You're the eldest son of Jonathan Winchester."

"How do you know about my dad?"

"We know all."

"That's a bit conceded, don't ya think?"

"Dean, what are you talking about? What are they saying to you?"

"Don't worry about it, Sammy. I'll explain later."

"If you stay, the other's can go."

"Seriously?"

"We do not lie."

"Yeah, right." Dean rubbed a hand through his hair, careful not to put too much strain on his ribs with the movement. He turned to his little brother who still looked confused and even a little concerned at him. Apparently, he was toying with the idea that Dean was completely nuts now. "Sam, take these people and get out of here. They won't stop you."

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna stick around and have a little chat with these things. Figure out what the hell is going on."

"Dean, no. I'm not leaving you here. Not in the condition you're in."

"I'm fine, Sam. I swear. I won't be long. Just do as I say and get them to safety."

"Dean…!"

"Now, Sam! Then get a hold of Bobby and figure out how to destroy these things and get your arm checked out." Sam gave up on the pissed/defiant look and opted for the puppy-eyes instead. Dean refused to look at him. "Not gonna work, dude. I'm immune to your sap face tonight. Get outta here."

Sam glared at his brother then turned back to the anxiously awaiting crew behind them. Dean was right. He needed to get these guys to safety, sooner rather than later. "Follow me everyone, and stay close." He sent one more pleading look to Dean, trying to convince him to change his mind but Dean stood firm.

A few feet from the edge of the Wrath, Sam turned back around one last time to see his brother standing in the exact same place he was before. Dean forced one of those classic Dean smirks and Sam smiled sadly back before making sure each hunter got across the barbed-wire unscathed.

Dean had refused to move in case these things assumed he was attempting to leave and attacked the others. He wanted to make sure they all made it out okay, especially Sammy. Once he saw they were outside of the Wrath, he spun in a slow circle, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next.

"Well? I'm still here! What now?" he shouted into the empty space around him. He felt sharp clawed hands grip onto his shoulders and pull him backwards, throwing off his balance and sending him crashing onto his back knocking the wind out of him once more. His side screamed in anger as his ribs were jolted once again and he was sent into a coughing fit.

"Dean!" Sam screamed from the very edge of the wire. Dean sensed that his brother was about to run straight back into the Wrath to take him out of there. He couldn't risk that happening.

"Sam, I'm okay!" he forced out of his abused chest. "Get outta here!"

Next thing he knew, he was pulled back a few feet and into a deep hole in the ground, entering the darkness of the tunnels once more. Oh shit!

His head connected with the side of the tunnel and he was unconscious again before he hit the ground.

Sam paced back and forth just outside the Wrath watching the place where his brother disappeared closely. He was waiting for a sign that he was alright, or even a scream of distress telling him that Dean needed help. Something. Anything. But there was nothing.

"What the hell just happened?" Grant asked just to his right. Sam jumped slightly, forgetting the other men while his fear for his brother overrode his senses.

"Not sure. The fairies took him underground I think." What was he supposed to do now? If he went back in, he'd risk them both being caught, killed, or even used against each other for whatever these creatures wanted from them. He needed Bobby. But in order to get to him, he needed a working phone.

"Everyone in the trucks, now! We need to move!" Sam was grateful for how quickly the team responded to his command. He supposed in their line of work, just like his and Dean's, split second decisions and actions were crucial.

He jumped into the back of Grant and Jason's truck and gave one more longing look towards the now vacated Wrath. They never should have taken this job.

Once they reached their motel rooms, they broke apart- Sam heading to his room, the Ghost Hunters to theirs. Jason stopped before he reached the door and jogged over to Sam's retreating back.

"Sorry we didn't heed your warning earlier. We should have stayed away. I'm sorry they took your brother."

"Yeah, me too. Thanks. I've gotta make some phone calls and do some research to get him back. You guys should get as far away from here as you can as soon as possible."

"Well is there any way we can help with the research? I mean, we really owe you guys."

"The best way you can help is to leave. Not meaning to sound harsh or anything, but I'll be able to concentrate better knowing you guys are safe."

"I understand. Thank you so much for savin' our asses tonight. If you need anything, anything, feel free to give us a call, okay?" Jason scribbled down his phone number on the back of one of their business cards and handed it to Sam. They shook hands and headed back to their rooms. Sam vaguely heard Jason chuckle to himself and say Steve is never going to believe this…

Sam remembered from the two episodes he had caught on TV before of Ghost Hunters that Steve was one of their main crew, but was afraid of flying so obviously he couldn't make it to Ireland with the rest of them. He smiled sadly to himself. Afraid to fly, just like Dean.

He felt like he was going to be sick. He had just left Dean there and walked away. Who does that? He was pissed at himself, but knew deep down that it was his only option. He needed help on this one, and he wasn't going to waste any more time to get it. He ran into his room and grabbed the phone, quickly dialing Bobby's cell number.

"Yello?"

"Bobby! I need your help! It's Dean. He was captured by the fairies. Well, he stayed actually. I told him not to but he did. Some macho attempt at saving everyone and sacrificing himself like always. But he's got these red eyes now. Fairie sight, I think. And he's been hurt, bad. Concussion and broken ribs that I know of. Probably more…"

"Sam! Take a breath, boy, and explain it to me in English will ya? I can't understand a damn word you're sayin'."

"Dean's in trouble, Bobby. I need your help."

"Well why didn't ya say so? I'm on my way."

"To Ireland?"

"No, to Hawaii. Yes, Sam! To Ireland. I'll be there in a few hours."

"He might not have a few hours!"

"What happened to him?"

"They took him, Bobby. They pulled him into the underground tunnels."

"Damn it. That boy must have a huge target on his ass for the supernatural. Remind me to kick it off of him when we get him back." Sam knew Bobby was trying to lighten the mood a little and was thankful for his friend's attempt.

"I need to know how to kill these things, Bobby."

"I'll bring every book I own on fairies. Don't worry. We'll get him back, son."

"What should I do in the meantime?" Sam felt like a child who lost his parents. He had never felt so scared or useless. It was always Dean who came up with the plans. Dean who led the way and protected Sammy. Now he needed to step up to the plate and return the favor. Problem was, he didn't know how.

"Sit tight. I know it's hard, but there's no sense in you runnin' in to save the day just to screw everything up and make things worse. Try to do some research. I'm heading out the door now. Take care, Sam."

"You too, Bobby."

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Dean groaned and crinkled his forehead against the pain in his back, chest, and head. He really felt like crap. This was definitely not going according to plan. Oh wait… There was never a plan to begin with.

He was afraid to move or even open his eyes. He scanned through his memories to try and piece together why he was in so much pain and to figure out where he was right now. Ireland. Fairies. Tunnels. Sam…

Suddenly he felt a heavy weight descending on his stomach. His eyes flew open and the redness helped to penetrate the darkness. He lifted his head only enough to take in the appearance of the beast straddling him. The winged creature smiled smugly down at him from her perch on his stomach. She was careful not to put pressure near his broken ribs.

If Dean were honest with himself, there was a sense of beauty in the fairie's features. She had blood red eyes that had a mysterious depth to them, a pale, almost grey complexion, and petite fangs that fit perfectly over her luscious lips. Her ebony black hair fell down past her shoulders and her wings were tucked tightly to her sides to fit into the tunnel entrance. Even her long claws had a magnificent quality to them.

"Who are you?" he gasped out. She ran one of those long claws gently down the center of his chest, stopping just above his naval.

"My name is Cleena, Goddess of Beauty. Welcome to the Wrath, Dean Winchester." Her voice was no higher than a whisper but still very clear. It lulled Dean into a false sense of security and at the same time sent shivers down his spine. "Come. We must move quickly."

"Where are we going?"

"We must move deeper into the depths. There isn't much time." She gently pulled him into a sitting position. He gasped slightly as his entire body protested. He saw her glance up to the sky above them fearfully. Dawn was finally starting to break, and she was scared. They're afraid of direct sunlight… He grimaced as she began dragging him from under his arms away from the soft glow of the sun and into the darkness of the complex tunnel system.

TBC

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