Chapter 10

"Agents Page ,Plant, and Ports, FBI," Dean said as they held up their FBI badges.

"Gentlemen. What brings you by?" the medical examiner asked.

"We need to see Amber Freer's body," Sam explained.

"Really? What for?" he asked and they exchanged a worried look.

"The police report said something clawed out her skull," Addy added.

"You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?" he asked and they fell silent.

"Server issues," Addy said quickly.

He walked away, expecting them to follow. He opened one of the freezers and pulled out the table. Carefully, he just removed the sheet from her head.

"When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something," he explained," But we were wrong."

He picked up a plastic bag that was with her body and showed it to Addy.

"Is that a…nail?"she asked, examining it.

"Yup. Press-on. We found it in her temporal lobe," he said.

"Is that even possible?" Sam asked.

"Wait so she did this to herself?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Uh-huh. She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure. It's possible," he said and the three of them exchanged a look.

"So she sat there for hours scratching out her own brain for what reason?" Addy asked the doctor.

"Pick your acronym. OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy," he said, making the loop motion near his head which she didn't appreciate," My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case, but..."

"Phantom itch?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," he confirmed, recovering the body and sliding it back into the freezer," All it takes is someone talking about an itch or thinking about one and suddenly you can't stop scratching."

"Thank you doctor," Addy said with a curt nod and looked to Sam and Dean to say something but rolled her eyes when she noticed both of them scratching.

SUPERNATURAL

Sam had split up with Dean and Addy to go talk to the family that Amber had babysat for before she died. They were at the hospital after getting a call about an electrocuted victim.

"What happened?" Addy asked, coming up behind one of the nearest doctors.

"Guy got electrocuted," he answered, turning to them and they flashed him their badges.

"Any idea how?" Dean asked.

"Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far, we haven't found anything," he said as they wheeled the body past him.

"Anyone see what happened?" she asked.

"Yeah, guy in there. Mr. Stanley," he said, pointing to one of the hospital rooms," He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile."

"Let's see if we can figure it out," she said as her and Dean entered a room to see a distressed elderly man just staring off at nothing particular.

"It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work," he mumbled.

"What would work?" Addy asked gently.

He finally turned to look at them," All I did was shake his hand."

He held out his palm and in it was a joy buzzer. She exchanged a confused look with Dean.

"Mr. Stanley do you mind if we take this for evidence?" Dean asked.

"Please get this evil thing away from me," he pleaded and Dean carefully took it and dropped it into his pocket.

"You take care now Mr. Stanley," Addy said, patting him gently and leaving the room with Dean.

"Okay what the hell is going on," she said, just as her phone went off. She checked it and it was a text from Sam.

"You gotta be kidding me," she said, typing a reply.

"What?" he asked.

"The kid Amber was babysitting put itching powder on her hairbrush," she told him.

"Definitely our type of thing," Dean replied.

SUPERNATURAL

"Ham? Really?" Addy questioned, sliding goggles over her head as Sam did the same.

"You got a better idea princess?" Dean questioned, covered in rubber gloves and goggles as well, the joy buzzer in his hand.

"Yes but this actually looks more amusing," she said, taking a step back with Sam.

"You ready?" Dean asked, bracing himself.

"Hit it, Mr. Wizard," Sam said.

With that, Dean pressed the joy buzzer to the ham. It crackles and sparks as it changes color and steam begins to rise from it. When he removes it, the meat is charred and cooked.

"That'll do, pig," Dean jokes.

"What the hell?" Sam asked in shock, staring at it.

"That crap isn't supposed to work," Sam says as Dean takes off his protective gear.

"Screw that," Addy said," This one doesn't even have batteries."

"So...so, what? Are…are we looking at cursed objects?" Sam rationalized.

"Sounds good," his brother agreed while he pulled out his knife, flipped it open, and cut off a piece of ham," Maybe there's a powerful witch in town. Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?"

"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store," Sam replied as Dean cut off another piece.

Addy and Sam stared at him as he ate the meat and he held out a piece to them.

They both shook their heads and backed away as he shrugged and ate it anyway.

SUPERNATURAL

The three of them entered the prank shop. Addy looked around, unimpressed. Dean on the other hand was in heaven.

"Addy," he calls and she turns to see him holding up a whoopee cushion with a huge grin.

She rolls her eyes but smiled nonetheless at his child like behavior.

They make their way to the front counter, Dean still holding the whoopee cushion. A man came out of the backroom with a scripted smile on his face.

"Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery."

"You the owner?" Sam questioned.

"Yep," he answered, obviously not proud of the fact.

"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you here to buy something or what?" he asked, his voice full of resentment.

Dean pulled out some cash for the whoopee cushion and handed it to him. Addy shot him a look.

"You get many customers?" Addy questioned harmlessly.

"Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just-"

"Angry," Dean finished for him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing."

"Which is why you hate them."

"I suppose."

"You wish there was something you could do about it."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"So you're taking revenge," Dean said, pulling a rubber chicken off the shelf and slapping it on the counter," With this."

He pressed the joy buzzer to the rubber chicken and it electrocuted in front of them. The owner jumped back with a yelp, pressed into the wall and making no sense.

"Yeah this isn't him," Addy said, retreating back with Sam.

"Sorry," Dean apologized and Addy grabbed him, pulling out with them.

SUPERNATURAL

The next day Addy made her way down the hospital corridor with Dean.

"Paris Hilton. Now this," Addy mumbled as they made their way back to where Sam was interviewing the guy who'd had all his teeth forcibly removed in his own bed.

"This just isn't making any sense," Dean agreed," Although the guy with the stuck face was…"

She shot him a look.

"Not funny," he continued," So not funny."

As they were walking she bumped into someone and liquid spilled all over her shirt.

"I am so sorry," a nurse said, holding a now empty cup.

"It's fine," Addy replied, dabbing at it," Just as long as it's water."

"Uh…it is, but a patient just swished with it," she said and Dean could tell she was trying not to go off on her.

"Where's the nearest bathroom?" he asked quickly.

"It's a family bathroom but it's down the hall, first door on the right," she said, pointing in that direction.

"Thanks," Dean said, leading her off.

"Sorry," the nurse called after them.

"Who the hell carries around backwash with them?" Addy mumbled, barging in and looking for paper towels as Dean locked the door. The dispenser was empty and she groaned in annoyance.

He grabbed some toilet paper.

"Here," he said, handing it to her.

"Thanks," she replied.

He hadn't noticed before but she was wearing a fitted white shirt and the water was concentrated on her chest, revealing her simple yet low cut black bra through the fabric.

"You know you don't have to stay with…" she looked up to see him staring intently at her," What are you…oh. That's just awesome. I look like I've been in a wet t-shirt contest."

"Well I can guess the winner," he said with a smirk.

"Don't go there," she ordered.

"Go where?" he asked innocently.

"Don't be cute, Dean," she said, still trying to dry it to no avail.

"That's never gonna work," he said and started peeling off his leather jacket.

"Whoa. What are you doing?" she asked, backing away from him.

"Calm down princess," he said with a smirk, unbuttoning his shirt," You can't go walking around like that."

He unbuttoned the last of them, leaving him a fitted black t-shirt and took off his plaid button up, tossing it to her.

"Thanks," she said and stared at him.

"What?" he asked cluelessly.

She twirled her finger, signaling him to turn around.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," he said but did as she said anyways.

"Yeah well I'm not one of your one night stands," she said, peeling off the shirt and making sure he couldn't see her.

"No, you're not," he said and she stopped her movements for a second.

"Don't," she repeated, buttoning his shirt onto her.

"Yeah, yeah I know," he said with a sigh.

She finished putting on the shirt," Alright you're clear."

He turned back around and stared at her.

"What now?" she asked, looking down.

"Nothing," he said," It's just I like the way it looks on you."

"Dean-"

"Don't go there," he finished," Yeah, I know."

"As much as I'd love to stay here and chat," she said, reaching for the door and opening.

They both stepped out and a middle aged nurse glared at them.

"We're not running a motel here," she said loudly and everyone in the hall turned to look at them, including Sam.

"No, we weren't…" Addy tried to explain to her, but she just walked away as she blushed furiously.

Dean chuckled beside her and she hit him in the chest as Sam walked up to them.

She was worried he'd get the wrong idea, but instead he said in an amused tone," Do I wanna know?"

"Can we get out of here please?" she begged as they began walking.

"She's right we should get going," Dean teased," If she gets even redder they'll think she's a patient."

"You're an ass," she said as they rounded the corner and turned to Sam," So what'd you find out about Toothless Dad?"

"He wrote up a description," Sam said and began reading from his notepad, "Five foot ten, three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy."

"So he's obviously whacked out on painkillers," Dean replied.

"Maybe. Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm," Sam added.

"So now we figure out how to gank the tooth fairy too?" she asked.

"And it left thirty-two quarters underneath his pillow. One for each tooth," Sam added.

"Well, we will see your crazy and raise you some," Dean said.

"There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers say they got it from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Another guy...his face...froze…that way," Addy said awkwardly.

"What way?" Sam questioned.

Her and Dean exchanged a look before he pulled at his gums and crossed his eyes at his brother.

"He, uh, held it too long, and it—it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon," he said, massaging his face just to be sure.

"So, I mean, if you add all that up..."Sam began and they looked at him for an answer," I got nothing."

"I thought sea-monkeys were real," Dean said randomly.

"They are real and that's awesome and all," Addy said," but what does that have to do with this?"

"No, no, no, I mean like in the ads. You know, like the sea-monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea-monkey husband, and the sea-monkey kids play with the dog in a sea-monkey castle. I mean, I was six, but I believed it," he explained.

"Okay," Sam said, not seeing where he was going with it.

"Point is maybe that's the connection. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you…they're all lies that kids believe."

"And they're coming true," she added," We're not dealing with someone with the humor of a child, but has the ability to reshape reality."

Dean and Sam looked at her.

"I don't have the humor of a child," she said, offended.

"No that's not what I mean," Sam said quickly," but when you were a kid. Could you have done stuff like this?"

"Without my mother's protection spells…yeah I could have easily done things like this without even knowing it," she said.

"So we are dealing with a witch," Dean said.

She shook her head," No witch besides me could do this stuff. It would have to be something really powerful."

"Like a god…or a trickster," Sam thought out loud.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy came out of the bathroom after a long shower to wash the backwash off her skin. She towel dried her hair and rolled her eyes when she saw Dean eating a sandwich from the ham.

"Really?" she asked, tossing him his shirt.

"Yes, really," he replied, catching it.

She noticed he was only eating with one hand, the other hidden under the table," What's wrong with your arm?"

"Nothing," he said quickly.

"Okay seriously what's wrong, Dean?" she asked, concerned," Did you get hurt?"

"Uh...no," he said uncomfortably.

"Than what are you-" she began but he held up his hand and she saw hair on it," Dean you didn't."

He shrugged," I got bored."

"And this is what you do when you're bored?" she asked.

"No, this is what I do when I'm horny," he said with no shame.

"When did you have time to…" she began," Seriously, while I was in the shower. Why the hell-"

"You really wanna know?" he asked," Cuz at first it was the wet t shirt. The shower images were a bonus."

She tried to think of something to say to that, but instead turned back to the towel and began drying her hair again.

"Sexual tension's a bitch, huh?" he asked.

"Okay now you're just being a dick," she mumbled.

"You asked," he said and she turned around and threw the towel at him. He caught it effortlessly and it pissed her off.

"Would you stop making this so damn hard?" she yelled at him.

"Maybe if you didn't pretend like there wasn't anything going on-"

"I don't ignore it," she challenged," We talk about it."

"That's just it," he said, getting up," We talk about it and then the rest of the time you tell me not to go there and I don't because I know you can't deal with it."

She stepped up to him," You think I can't deal with you."

He smirked," Most women can't resist my charm."

"I can resist you just fine," she said, narrowing her eyes and staring him down.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"Really," she said with a triumphant smile," In fact I think you who can't resist me."

The damn smirk was still on his face," You sure about that?"

"Positive," she said and he grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so she was sitting on the table in front of him. He used his knee to spread her legs and stood between her thighs.

"How about now?" he challenged.

She swallowed the lump in her throat," No affect at all."

"And this," he said as he didn't take his eyes off hers and his hand steadily crept underneath her shirt.

"Nothing," she whispered, keeping her eyes on his.

He rolled his hips against hers and she bit her lip," How about that?"

"Gonna have to try better than that," she said, their lips a whisper a part.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck," C'mon princess you can't lie to me."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back on one of her hands. The other she curled into his hair.

"I'm not lying," she whispered.

She felt him cup her between her legs and she gasped.

"Dean," she moaned and pulled him back so she could look at him," I want you."

"'Bout time," he said and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

"Dean," she moaned," Dean. Dean. Dean."

"Dean wake up," Addy said, shaking him awake.

He sat straight up, his face on the table and stared at her. Sam gave him an amused look.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," she said, toweling her hair," Sam figured it out."

He swallowed," Figured what out?"

There was a map laid out on the table with several markings on it," Tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer…all located within a two mile radius."

"It's like a beacon," Addy explained and pointed to a marked spot on the map," And the only location we have in that area is a house."

"Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

"Why?" Addy questioned.

Dean reluctantly held up his hairy palm to them.

"Ugh, dude," Sam said, backing away," That's not what I think it is, is it?"

"I got bored," he said with a shrug.

"That's what you do when you're bored," she said, raising a brow," Oh and you can go blind doing that."

He shot her a look to which she smirked, "Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house."

He walked around them and into the bathroom.

"Don't use my razor," Sam called after him.

"Or mine," Addy added as he sauntered off and closed the bathroom door.

SUPERNATURAL

The three hunters stood at the door of the house. Addy shot both of them a look then knocked on the door and took a quick step back.

After a little time, the door opened and a little boy stood holding the knob.

Instantly, Addy gave him a friendly smile," Hey what's your name?"

"Who wants to know?" he asked suspiciously.

"FBI," she said, pulling out their badges.

"Let me see that," he said and Addy handed it to him.

"Are your parents home?" Dean asked.

"They work," he answered simply, handing her badge back.

"Well, you mind if we ask you a few questions, maybe take a look around the house?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," he said, narrowing his eyes.

"Alright, kid," Addy said, bending down to his level," I'll make you a deal. You give us a minute and if you still want us out, we'll leave. Sound good?"

He stared at her for a few seconds," Alright, deal."

He turned around, expecting them to follow them in.

"How'd you do that?" Dean whispered so he couldn't hear as they made their way into the kitchen.

She shrugged," I talked to him."

"What's that?" Sam asked as they came into the kitchen to see he was boiling something on the stove.

"It's called soup," he said, taking the pot off the stove and pouring it into a bowl," You heat it up and you eat it."

"Right," Sam said with a chuckle," I, I know. It's just, um...I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid."

"Well, I'm not a kid," he said matter of factly.

Dean was looking around the kitchen as Addy observed him closely.

"Right. No, I, I know. Um..." Sam said, struggling for words.

"You never told us your name," Addy said, jumping in to save him.

"Neither did you," he challenged her and she smiled.

"Fair enough," she said and stuck out her hand," Addy."

"Your badge said Kate," he said.

"Nice catch," she complimented," Addy's my middle name."

It wasn't a lie.

"Jesse," he said reluctantly, taking her hand and shaking it.

"Nice to meet you, Jesse," she said as she let go of his small hand and behind him Sam pointed to Dean held up a drawing of a man in a tutu and tiara pulling out a man's tooth.

"Hey, Jesse," she said carefully," What do you think about the tooth fairy?"

"My dad told me about him," he answered.

"Him?" she asked with a raised brow," In the story I know the tooth fairy is a girl."

"Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story," he said.

Dean and Sam watched the ease in which she conversed with him.

"How about itching powder?" she asked.

"That stuff will make you scratch your brains out," he said with wide eyes.

"Pop Rocks and Coke?"

"You mix them, and you'll end up in the hospital. Everyone knows that," he answered and Addy shot Dean and Sam a look.

Dean came to stand beside her and he pulled a joy buzzer from his pocket and handed it to her.

His eyes widened as he took a step back," You shouldn't have that."

"Why not?" she asked casually slipping it onto her fingers.

"It can electrocute you," he said as if she should have known.

"No it can't," she said with confidence," It's just a toy."

With that, she pressed it to Dean and it gave him a mild shock," See. Nothing."

Dean shot her death glare which she promptly ignored.

"So it can't shock you?" he asked.

"Not even a little," she said with a smile," I promise."

"Why should I believe you?" he asked stubbornly.

"'Cuz I wouldn't lie to you," she said sincerely.

SUPERNATURAL

"Now we know who's turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare," Dean said as they left the house.

"The kid," Sam said as they came to a stop near the Impala.

"Yeah. Everything Jesse believes comes true. He thinks the tooth fairy looks like Belushi, uh, joy buzzers really shock people, boom, that's what happens."

"Convince him otherwise and that's the new reality," Addy added," And he doesn't even know he's doing it."

"How is he doing it?" Dean asked himself as they began getting in the car.

"Oh and by the way did you just risk my ass with a joybuzzer?" Dean asked as Sam climbed into the passenger seat.

"Yup," she said without hesitation and then leaned in close and said," Next time you have a dream about me…don't say my name out loud."

He smirked, "Where do you think the hairy palms came from?"

She shot him a glare," That wasn't nearly as sexy as you thought it'd be."

"Got you thinking about me, didn't it?" he asked with a wink and climbed into the car.

"I hate that you're right," she mumbled to herself, climbing in after him.