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 was running out of strength and his vision was blurring. He was still lost deep within the tunnel systems. He was half tempted to call Cleena for help, but even in his weakened state he knew there were so many reasons not to. He didn't want to get her into more trouble than she already would be in, and he didn't want to alert the others that he was making a break for it. Don't pass out, don't pass out. Gotta keep moving…

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Sam and Bobby had loaded up the truck with as many weapons as they could to try on these beasts. Sam was willing to test them all to get his brother back. He prayed that he was alright, but his gut told him he wasn't which just spurred him on faster and fueled his anger.

Just a few more minutes, bro. We're coming for ya. Hang on.

They jumped in the truck and pulled away from the hotel flying down the road at eighty miles an hour.

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Dean could see light up ahead. Thank god. He pushed his body to speed up and soon found himself bathed in the wonderful sun's warm rays. He began his slow climb to freedom. He was finally in the clear. No one would touch him in the sunlight.

Though it took longer than he would have liked, he made it out of the hole and collapsed on the ground panting. He was so close. He just needed to get across the last few feet of the Wrath and climb over the barbed-wire. Sure thing. No problem… Ugh.

One foot in front of the other, he made slow progress towards freedom. Gotta make sure Sammy's okay. As he reached the barbed-wire, he used the last of his strength to propel his body over it and landed face-first on the other side. He was finally free but didn't have the strength to make it any further. He let his eyes drift closed.

Sam and Bobby pulled up as close as they could do the Wrath. Sam had darted out of the car before Bobby had brought it to a full stop. His eyes skimmed the surroundings anxiously.

A dark shape was lying on the ground just outside the Wrath's boundaries. Sam squinted his eyes in the morning sun and easily recognized the shape.

"Dean!" Sam ran to his side and gently eased him over onto his back. He quickly checked his pulse and breathing. He was still alive! Bobby came up behind him seconds later huffing and puffing from running.

"How is he, Sam?"

"We've gotta get him back to the motel. Shit. He's burning up." Sam removed his own jacket and wrapped it around his brother's naked torso. God, his brother was a mess. "Help me get him into the truck, Bobby."

Together they eased Dean's unconscious form onto the bed of the truck. This was the only place they could lay him out flat and not cause more damage to his ribs. Sam stayed in the back with him and Bobby eased the truck back onto the road. They would worry about the fairies once they knew Dean was safe.

He pulled into the driveway and parked right in front of their room. They carefully carried Dean in and placed him on the bed nearest the door.

"Dean? Hey, man… Can you hear me? Wake up, Dean." Sam patted the side of his brother's face, attempting to bring him around. He didn't receive a response. The heat emanating from Dean's body was unbelievable. Sam couldn't understand why he was doing so poorly. Sure he had cuts everywhere, but had an infection set in so quickly, or was there something else at work?

"Dean! Come on, dude. Open your eyes."

Sam sighed in relief as Dean groaned and his head began to toss lightly from side to side. Sam placed his palm on Dean's forehead, gauging his fever and stilling his movements. Dean's brow furrowed in confusion as to what was going on. He cracked his eyes open.

"Sammy?" It was barely more than a whisper.

"Yeah, Dean. You're gonna be okay. You're safe, and Bobby's here."

"Where's… Cleena…?"

"Who?"

"Clee… na."

"I don't know what you're saying bro."

"We don't have time for this, Sam. Let's get him patched up." Bobby tossed the first aid kit to him and sat down on the bed next to Dean. Sam sat on the other side and together they began assessing his injuries.

"Damn. He's completely covered in the filth of those tunnels. They must have dragged him all over the place. Wouldn't be surprised if these cuts of his are already infected." Bobby shook his head in disbelief as he took in all the blood on Dean's body. "Sam, get his jeans off. We need to sterilize him as much as possible. Pray that we aren't too late."

Dean tensed as Sam went for his belt. "It's okay, Dean. It's just me. We've gotta clean you up a bit. What have you been doing? Making mud pies?" He hoped that a bit of lighthearted banter might release some of the tension in his brother's body. "I remember when you taught me how to make them special by digging for the deeper dirt instead of the light sand on top. Dad was so pissed when he found us both completely covered in muck right before we had to get into the Impala and drive over to Jim's for the night. Do you remember that day?"

Dean smirked slightly but otherwise didn't acknowledge that he even heard Sam's story. Sam swallowed the painful lump in his throat and as gently as possible slid the now unfastened jeans down his brother's lean frame. Dean's shivering increased tenfold due to the exposure. Bobby had gathered buckets of water and towels while Sam was trying to comfort his brother.

He handed them over to Sam, knowing that it would feel less awkward between the brothers than if he tried to clean the boy up himself, not that it would be the first time. While Sam set to work running the cool cloth down his brother's damaged chest, Bobby moved in to check Dean's pulse, temperature, blood pressure, and the wounds on his head.

"Shit!"

"What, Bobby? What happened?" Sam was so startled by Bobby's outburst he nearly fell of the bed. Even Dean, in his half conscious state, jumped.

"He's got a fever of 104.3. We've gotta bring that down now, Sam."

"What do we do?"

"You keep at it with the cloth and water, I'm gonna try to get some Advil down his throat."

Sam winced at the thought but continued to do as he was told. He wiped away the blood on Dean's face, neck, and head as carefully as possible so as not to reopen any wounds. Then he did the same with the small cuts peppering his arms and legs.

"Sammy… bur-ns…" Dean's entire body was shaking out of control now.

"What burns, Dean?"

"Every- everything."

"It's just cause you're burning up, son," Bobby consoled as he pushed Dean's eyelids up to examine his eyes. He hid his worry of the redness pretty well.

"Burns like acid, Dean?" Sam interrupted. Dean nodded and a small whimper fell from his lips. Suddenly, it clicked in Sam's mind.

"Bobby, that's not from his fever. I think he's been bitten. That's what my arm felt like too before you washed it out with holy water." Sam stopped his cleansing and began searching Dean's body for teeth marks. It didn't take him long to find the deep punctures hidden in the well of blood surrounding Dean's wrist. How did they miss that before? He showed it to Bobby. Suddenly Dean's fever was no longer their main priority.

"Damn it! Dean, I need you to focus for a sec. How long ago did this happen?" He pointed to the bite mark.

"Dun-nnoo…"

"This is important, Dean."

"Passed out… right after. Not sss-ssure for how lo-ong."

"Those bastards… We gotta take care of that now, Sam." Sam grabbed the holy water and began pouring liberal amounts over the deep wound. Dean's body arched off the bed in pain as smoke rose from his wrist. Bobby used all his weight to hold Dean down, fearful that he would do more damage to his ribs.

"I know it's not gonna be fun, son, but I need you to drink as much of this as you can." Bobby tilted the bottle to Dean's lips and began pouring it down his parched throat. At first the water was soothing and Dean drank it greedily, but then the pain hit and he was afraid he was going to lose consciousness again. He writhed on the bed, held down now by both Sam and Bobby. He needed to escape the fire coursing through his body.

"Why is it hurting him so much more than it did me?" Panic was clear in Sam's voice.

"Your bite was more localized and in the muscle. His was directly into an artery, which means the poison was injected into his bloodstream. He's got the poison coursin' through his whole system now." Sam bit his lip in sympathy realizing Dean must be in agony right now and he had no way of fixing it for his brother.

"Just hang in there, Dean. We've gotcha. Try to breathe through it, bro." Dean shuddered and gasped but his flailing was diminishing. He fought to get his breathing back under control.

Bobby wrapped Dean's arm in sterile bandages. Once Dean had calmed down significantly, Sam returned to bathing him now that his skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Bobby pulled out two bottles, one that contained antibiotics, and the other was Advil for the fever and pain. He shook out a few pills of each.

"Sam, elevate his head for me so he doesn't choke." Sam moved behind his brother and reclined him against his own chest, tilting his head back. Dean felt the bruises on his throat that he received from the strangulation being strained from the awkward position and he grimaced.

Bobby got him to swallow the pills one at a time until they were all gone. "Good job, kiddo. While you're sittin' up a bit, let's get those ribs wrapped." Sam and Bobby made an excellent team as they passed the fabric between them until Dean's ribs were tightly bound. Bobby secured the end piece and Sam slid out from behind Dean, gently easing him back down to the mattress.

Now that the main problems had been taken care of, Sam returned to cooling his brother down and mopping up the dried blood covering his body. He took extra care around the claw marks in his brother's shoulders that looked raw and painful. Bobby applied special ointments to the open wounds to prevent them from becoming infected.

Between the soothing feel of the ointment and the cooling feel of the cloth on his fevered skin, Dean was lulled to sleep, glad for the break from the pain.

TBC

Suggestions? Comments? I'm all ears!! Would you guys like to see Cleena as friend who has seen the errors of her ways, or as a foe who only helped free Dean to satisfy a larger plan to capture both of the boys? I could write it either way.