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 kept trying to get his feet underneath him but lacked the strength and coordination to do so. Instead he just continued to get dragged down the long, dark passageways by the strong creature behind him.

"Where are you taking me?" His voice was horse from his exhaustion and pain.

"To Anthropagi. He has been waiting for you for some time now."

"Why? How does this guy know who I am?"

"He knows of your whole family. Your father killed his sons."

"Oh crap, not this again… Look, my dad is dead now, okay? Revenge ain't possible anymore, doll."

"He is not looking for revenge. He is looking for blood. Winchester blood. And he has chosen you."

Glad it wasn't Sammy.

"Well I feel special."

"As you should. You are the chosen one." Clearly she missed the sarcasm there.

"Look sweetheart, I really don't taste good. Can't we just discuss this like normal human beings?"

"We are not human beings. Hush now. You will need your energy." Dean shuddered as to why that would be. He had been trying to keep track of all the twists and turns she was taking so he could find his way out again but his mind was not cooperating and the tunnels were so complex.

I hope Sammy's okay. He better not come back here for me after all this.

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Sam paced the room while he waited for his computer to boot up. Every second that ticked by felt like an hour. An hour where Dean was still being held captive by these cannibalistic beasts. How could Dean do something that stupid? He must have know it was going to happen or he wouldn't have stayed. What was that whole discussion about that he was having with that fairie? From the half of the conversation he heard, it didn't sound good.

His computer finally finished setting itself up and he dove into the chair in front of it and began typing furiously. He needed answers and he needed them now.

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Every turn she made and every spot of uneven ground jarred Dean's fragile body and made him wince. He almost sighed with relief when she laid him flat on the ground inside a large space where the tunnels seemed to branch off in every direction.

Cleena walked around to his side and kneeled next to him, brushing her clawed fingers softly down his cheek.

"You are a handsome man, Dean Winchester."

"Thanks. I get that a lot. You aren't so bad yourself, for a fairie."

"It will be a shame to spoil such a nice body." Dean gulped. That really didn't sound good.

The tunnel was suddenly filled with a soft humming. Dean twisted his neck in every direction, watching as dozens of fairies crawled out of the other tunnel entrances into the main area where he and Cleena were. One exceptionally short and fat fairie walked straight over to where he lay.

"Excellent work, Cleena. You've brought the chosen one to us."

"Chosen for what exactly?" Dean couldn't help but butt in.

"Anthropagi hungry. Want meat." Dean rolled his eyes. Not this again…

One of the other fairies walked up to Dean and began removing his jacket.

"Hey! You better not ruin that jacket, Sparky!" Dean was pissed as the fairie ignored him and threw his jacket to one of the other fairies in the outer circle. It then proceeded to unbutton his shirt. "Wait! Aren't ya gonna at least buy a guy dinner before you move to the next base? I'm freakin' starving…"

Dean attempted to shove the fairie and his meddling hands away from him but Cleena had moved behind him. She easily pinned his wrists above his head. Dean tried to buck out of the grasp but only resulted in sending searing pain throughout his abused torso. He was gasping for breath by the time his shirt was torn from his shoulders. Dean shivered as the cold air caressed his bare skin.

Anthropagi grabbed his left wrist from Cleena's grasp and began lifting it to his mouth. Dean's strength was spurred to life by his fear and he yanked his hand back.

"Whoa there, Tiger! Shouldn't you at least say Grace first?"

The leader of the fairies growled his disapproval of Dean's disobedience and backhanded him across the face. Dean blinked to clear his vision and tasted blood. The bastard had split his lip. He tried to force his body to move away from Anthropagi and his sharp teeth.

His heart jumped into his throat when he found he had only managed to crawl directly into Cleena's lap. She pinned Dean's wrist behind his back and used her other hand to wrap around his chest, stilling his retreat like a mother would do to a frightened child. He tried to fight her off but she was much stronger than he was in his current state. Anthropagi had easily taken Dean's other wrist captive again with bruising force.

Cleena leaned down till her mouth was level with his ear. "Don't struggle, dear one. You will only cause yourself more pain. Just give in." She ran her long tongue down the side of his face, lapping at the blood that was drying there from where his head made contact with the tunnel wall.

He jerked his head away in fear and disgust, only to have his chin captured in Anthropagi's other meaty hand.

"Anthropagi hungry!" Dean's eyes widened as the leader raised his wrist once more to his mouth. Dean tried to pull back again but failed. Anthropagi greedily sunk his teeth into the artery in his wrist. Dean screamed in pain and was only vaguely aware of Cleena stroking her left hand through his hair and whispering soothing words of comfort into his ear. He tried to focus on her voice rather than the pain in his wrist but couldn't manage it.

As Anthropagi began to drain Dean's blood through his wound, Dean's remaining strength, as well as his consciousness, left him once again and he welcomed the darkness.

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Hours. It had been hours since Sam first sat down in front of his computer and began researching. He had found many theories that could kill fairies but had no idea which ones were real and which weren't. The sun had already risen and he realized it was midmorning.

God, Dean. I'm sorry this is taking so long. We should have been more prepared before we jumped into this hunt.

A knock at the door startled him out of his depressing thoughts. He grabbed his gun from the end of the table and stealthily crept to the window. He easily recognized Bobby's trucker cap. He threw the door open as quickly as he could and pulled the old friend inside.

"Thanks so much for coming all the way out here, Bobby."

"Like I'd let you two have all the fun. And I learned years ago that your brother tends to attract all sorts of trouble wherever he goes."

"You're not wrong there."

"So what did you come up with so far?"

"Uh…" Sam went over to his computer and pulled up the Word document that he had been pasting notes into. "Some legends say to drown them, some set them on fire, others direct sunlight, iron, cold steel…"

"Yeah, yeah. I get the point. My books pretty much say the same. Guess we'll just have to go in prepared with everything we can carry and see what happens."

"I'll get the stuff we need from our bag." As Sam jerked his hand over his shoulder to indicate their bag under Dean's bed, Bobby noticed the hastily made bandage on Sam's arm.

"Sam? What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, it's nothin' Bobby. I'll worry about it later."

"No, we'll worry about it now. Did you get bit by one of those things?"

"Yeah but it wasn't too bad."

"Sam, those things have tainted teeth. It'll reek havoc on yer system if we don't clean it out. How long ago did it happen?"

"I dunno. Few hours I guess."

"Damn it, Sam! Did you at least rinse it out with holy water?"

"Uh, no actually. I didn't even think of it. I've been too focused on finding a way to kill these things."

"Well while you're researching, these things are slowly killin' you and you don't even know it! Sit down on the damn bed."

"Bobby, I…"

"We don't have time to argue, Sam! Now sit!"

"Okay! Sheesh." Sam sat on the very edge of his bed, his right knee bouncing up and down with anxiety. Bobby took out his first aid kit and set to work. He sent Sam a warning glare as a particularly high bounce made Bobby lose his grip on the knot of the makeshift bandage.

"Sorry…" Sam focused on sitting still while Bobby continued. He gently removed the bandage and Sam gasped as he saw that the marks were now surrounded by black streaks that were spreading up his arm. "Holy crap."

"Holy crap is right. Hold still." Bobby found his holy water and unscrewed the cap. "This is gonna sting a little."

Huge understatement. Sam nearly bit through his lip as the holy water steamed off of his skin, burning like acid as it made contact with the poison. Bobby cleaned it out carefully making sure no trace of the poison was left behind. Lastly, he made Sam drink the last half of the holy water to fight the infection internally as well.

Bobby placed butterfly bandages over the holes to keep the skin together and help it clot and heal faster, then wrapped a bandage around his entire forearm to protect it from infection.

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Yer welcome. Now let's go get that idiot of a brother of yours."

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Dean awoke on a lumpy makeshift bed that was basically just a few stolen and ratty blankets covering the ground. His wrists were tied above his head to a metal stake in the ground. His arms were numb from the position. His feet were bound together and staked down as well. He shivered violently from a mixture of the cold and the blood loss. Though he was aware of his surroundings, he did not have the strength to attempt moving or even opening his eye lids.

Even when he felt soft hands releasing his bound hands from the stake and lowering them to his stomach, he kept his eyes closed as though feigning sleep. Pain flowed like lava through his arms as the blood rushed into them once again. He groaned involuntarily, then prayed that it wasn't Anthropagi cause he just revealed to his captor that he was awake.

"Sh… There, there dear one."

"Cleena? That you?" he groaned out, opening his eyes and tilting his head slightly up and back to find her kneeling just behind his head.

"Yes." She eased his torso up and laid him back down onto her lap, putting his body on an incline. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms, helping to stimulate the blood flow into his tortured limbs, but his wrists remained tied.

"What…? What are you… doing?"

"You are not looking well, Dean Winchester." Dean could only chuckle deliriously at that, but stopped quickly as his ribs protested.

"Did everyone else… get away… safely?" What he was really asking was is Sam okay.

"Yes. They have all left unharmed."

"Good…" Dean began drifting off on her lap. Cleena stroked a clawed finger down the side of his face making him shiver violently again. When she did not receive the reaction she was hoping for, she gently prodded his bruised and broken ribs, jolting him back to awareness. When his glossy green eyes surrounded by red stared back up in her general direction, she smiled down at him in a motherly fashion.

"You must stay awake, Dean."

"Why?" he croaked out, desperate to let the darkness take him back again.

"Because you'll need to run. You remind me of my mortal lover I lost many years ago. I can not watch you be taken away as well." Dean felt the pain emanating from her and could easily relate to the loss of a loved one.

"I'm sorry." His eyes cleared slightly and his vision locked with hers like a moth to a flame.

"You must flee, dear one. Run fast and hard. Once you are above ground, they will not be able to follow. Don't move." He stayed perfectly still as she used her sharp claws to cut through the binds around his wrists and ankles. She helped him rise shakily to his feet.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, Dean Winchester. Now go."

"Will you be okay?"

"I will take what comes as it comes. Do not worry about me. Take care of yourself, and good luck."

Dean merely nodded, his expression conveying how grateful he was for her sacrifice. He used the tunnel walls and began stumbling his way to freedom.

TBC

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