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The Dark Fae

Chapter 25

Taking a Stand

From Chapter 24

Sam laughed. "Hey, I remember someone doing some pretty enthusiastic bouncing on my dick. It didn't look like it hurt last night. You better go take care of yourself. You are going to have to sit on it for the next couple of hours on the way to Bobby's house unless, of course, you want me to drive the car."

"You are a monster," Dean moaned again. "I didn't think you were ever going to let me come last night. And stay away from my car."

Chapter 25

The day was well on its way by the time the two lovers made it out of their rented room. Sam carried their duffels out to the car then leaned on the Impala and waited for Dean to appear. The half Fae finally opened the door and slowly stepped out.

Sam had to laugh. Dean was definitely walking like his ass hurt.

"Come on, pretty one. Did I really ride you that hard? As I remember you were the one on top."

"Shut up, Sam," Dean snapped looking all around the parking lot. "You want to maybe print up a sign and wave it? You know, It could say 'hot piece with his ass on fire."

Sam began to laugh even harder. He turned and opened Dean's door for him. "You sure you want to drive, Princess? "

Dean wiggled his ass at his lover. "You ever want any more of this you just better shut up." He growled then carefully walked to the car.

Settled in the two Fae got comfortable and pulled out of the motel lot. They were still closer to Madison and their poltergeist hunt than they were to Bobby's house and they were itching to get to the Hunter's house and fill him in on how their first almost independent hunt had gone.

The old farm house was clean for the first time in years. The stupid horny high school jocks were going to be allowed to grow up into swaggering jackasses in peace. Ronnie Everett was very possibly a permanent friend and all was bright and sunny in this new world.

Finally reaching the main highway south the two fake Hunters were enjoying the ride. Dean was humming along to his music and Sam hung his hand out the window and let it glide in the breeze. Sam's hair was whipping round in the cool air and Dean grinned at the mess every time a flapping lock of hair caught his eye.

While he was changing lanes to pass a slow moving truck something else caught Dean's eye.

"Sam, do me a favor. If you can try to look back without being obvious" Dean said "and look at the rusty red pickup truck about three lanes over behind the big rig I just passed. Tell me if you think it looks familiar."

Sam dropped his hand and turned in the seat so that he was sitting sideways. Carefully he looked back.

"You have to be kidding," he exploded. "Why is that asshole on our backs again?"

Dean looked up at his rear view mirror again. "So you think its Eric Roberts too?"

"How the hell did he find us again?" Sam grumbled. "Doesn't this guy have anything else to do than follow us around in that stupid truck?"

Dean was still dividing his attention between the road ahead and quick glances back. "You know what, Sam?" Dean said quietly. "I think the bastard is hunting us. That's why he's so determined to track us down. Call Bobby and tell him. Ask the old man what we should do."

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"I think there's a good possibility that Dean's right, Sam." Bobby said. "Roberts may be a number one asshole but no one ever accused him of being a bad Hunter. If he has you in his sights he's not likely to go away. We must have screwed up somewhere. The Hunt went off easily enough, right? No problems?"

"I tell you Bobby, everything was fine." Sam said. "That house was isolated. No one was inside with us and if someone was watching from a distance they still wouldn't have known what we were doing to the poltergeist."

"What did you two do in that house?" Bobby asked. "Did you put the 'giest down like human Hunters or did you guys get fancy?"

"If you asking if we ate it, yes we did, Bobby." Sam replied. "We didn't want to waste all that energy."

"We are what we are and we get hungry in a way that you humans don't understand. We were careful and quiet. I can't believe anyone saw us. Ronnie Everett was happy with us. He congratulated us on a successful hunt and I tell you, that man is as clear as glass. If someone had told him we weren't human he couldn't have kept it to himself."

For a minute there was silence on the line and then Bobby spoke again. "I have heard whispers that Roberts has been going around talking crap about both me and you boys. The big mouth was trying to stir up trouble in Bela's pool hall down in Yankton a couple of days ago looking for some back up for a hunt supposedly. Some of the older Hunters he approached are friends of mine and thought it was worth a dime to call me and tell me what was going on. Thankfully the entire community knows that Roberts is a first class asshole, Hunter or not. If he follows you all the way here again about all I can do is run him off the property. I don't know how we could make him stop flapping his lips."

"You know what?" Bobby went on. "I'm thinking that maybe I wasn't the first call for help that Ronnie Everett made. I didn't think about it at the time but he didn't seem all that surprised when I told him I could send a couple of newbies up to take care of his problem. I bet that he made some other calls first and he knows enough to call down to Bela's looking for a Hunter. That old man does love to flap his lips. I wouldn't be surprised if that's not how Roberts knew where you two were going to be."

"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said. "I'm going to talk this over with Dean. We'll call you back."

Closing the phone Sam went over the conversation with Dean.

Dean set his lips in a tight line. "So Roberts isn't just after us, he's after Bobby too?"

"Seems like it," Sam responded glancing back another time to make sure that the suspicious red truck was still back there. "What are we going to do about it? I don't like the idea of letting him hounding us back to Bobby's house. A flat out gun battle in Bobby's yard is not a good idea."

"You're right, Sam." Dean was sounding angry. "I'll tell you what. You dig around in that little box." Dean pointed at the glove compartment with his chin. "Find us one of those maps and look for a side road between here and Bobby's place. We want something nice, quiet and lonely. A nearby river would be perfect but I'll take whatever you can find. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me," Sam became a true Tuatha Dé Danann elf, ready to ride and protect what was his. Dean smiled a grim smile and nodded. "Enough of this human crap. Roberts wants Fae, let's give him Fae. We'll give him more Fae than he can handle. The fool must think he's hunting Ljósálfar. Let's show him, the Fae dark side."

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A few miles further down the highway Dean pulled the Impala over and took an exit that was only a number. There were no direction signs with the name of a town or even a point of interest. This exit was simply a rest stop equidistant between two major turn offs. Sam had pointed out all the wide open territory in the area. There was the small river Dean was asking for, there were scattered farms and little crossroad towns; villages really. South Dakota was not a well populated state and this particular area held no obvious attractions.

They followed the two lane blacktop east toward small river miles away. The further they drove the more the sun traveled west. The shadow of the impala ran before them, leading the way. Sam couldn't spot the truck but he felt it was there. He had seen it take the same exit but at the bottom of the ramp they had turned east and the truck had gone west.

Up that close however Sam had been convinced that the driver was Eric Roberts. The wrong turn was a feint he was sure.

About five miles in they found an old dirt farm road that appeared to run beside the river. They left the black top and pulled in under some oak trees. They parked the Impala and walked along the river bank, picking up small pebbles and tossing them lightly into the churning water. With the exception of the gurgling water it was quiet in the grove so when there was the sound of a motor approaching they knew they prey was drawing closer to the trap.

The two Fae gave up their disguises. Ólafr's skin gained the translucent sheen so common to the Fae. Volundr thinned out, slightly stretching and turning wispy in the wind. Their human clothes hung loosely on them both and the first things to go were their boots. Shedding the clumsy footwear they swing lightly into the trees overhanging the car and waited for the Hunter to approach.

Eric Roberts moved quietly in the undergrowth. He had parked the truck far enough away, he thought that possibly Bobby's friends might not have noticed his arrival. Roberts was not sure exactly what these boys were. He knew they had nothing to do with John Winchester. That was the first thing he had looked into. Winchester never had any children that anyone could find. There was no woman living in Spearfish near the Black Hills who claimed to be related to the man. The whole story Bobby Singer had spun was full of holes.

Roberts had been keeping a close ear on Hunters' gossip and he had heard about Bobby Singer's hunt near Spearfish that had ended with the Lore Master agreeing to send a monster back to the Queen of the Fae. He also had heard about two Fae Huntsmen who had appeared to bargain with Singer for the monster's life and then taken the beast away with them. That was way too much involvement with the Fae for Roberts to stomach.

He figured that Bobby Singer had finally gone dark side and then these two young men appeared out of nowhere. Roberts was half way sure that these two were the Fae Horsemen that had gotten so cozy with Singer. He intended to take them down and then to clean up that house of Bobby Singer's. Roberts seriously was entertaining the thought of burning the place to the ground and Bobby Singer, dead or alive, could burn with it.

He licked his dry lips. He could also make a nice profit on this hunt if these two were definitely Fae. He had brought along some syringes to collect the Fae blood. Fae blood was heavy magic and there was never any kind of supply available anywhere. He could name his price.

He could see their car now, parked under some dark trees. Carefully he lifted his shotgun. These Fae could evidently bleed and he had learned that they seem to have a bad reaction to pure iron. He had loaded the shotgun with iron pellets and he hoped the filthy things would suffer as they died.

He slipped up on the side of the Impala closest to the trees and popped his head up to make sure it was empty. Then he stood up straight and used the car to hide behind. He peered toward the river and lined up the shotgun, resting it on the roof of the car. There was no noise except for the rustle of leaves and the calls of birds overhead. He could stand here all day, he figured. They would come back to their car sooner or later.

Over Roberts' head the two Dökkálfar waiting. If was pleasant in the tree. Their feet hung down and their eyes glittered. It was still a while before sunset and they both preferred to wait for the moment that the sun kissed the hills behind them. That would light the path to the West. The Western path of the setting sun was a propitious path for the Fae. The powers of the Dark Fae grew as the sun set and the stars rose.

They watched the Hunter stand immobile for hour after hour. At one point the man had dropped down to rest against the ground but he got up quickly enough when Volundr tossed an acorn in the direction of the river. The small noise put Roberts on alert again. They wanted him tired out and focused on the scene in front of him, not behind.

Finally the sun moved into position and the two decided they were ready. They dropped silently behind the Hunter, one to either side.

Roberts never had a chance. Cold hands wrapped over his face, covering his eyes and pinching his nose closed. He shouted and tried to turn but another set of hands lifted him up and pinned him against the sleek black car. Those same cold hands swiftly secured his arms behind him and used his own belt to tie them together. His ammo pouch with all his supplies was ripped from his shoulder and the shotgun was thrown off into the woods.

Finally he was turned and his face released so that he could see his captors.

There was no mistaking these creatures for human now. Their glamour had been dropped. One of them glowed and the other was a tall, thin wisp of a man with feral eyes and extremely long, thin fingers. Roberts's shuddered at the thought that those fingers had been on his face.

"Monsters." The Hunter hissed.

The glowing one smiled a greedy hungry smile showing all its sharp teeth. "Not monsters, you idiot," the creature replied. "Fae. Weren't you hunting for Fae? Well, here we are. You found us."

Roberts struggled but the grip of the tall thin creature was unnaturally strong. There was no hope. The Hunter had failed in basic knowledge. He had let greed and hate dim his eyes and ears and now he had no idea what was in his future.

"You don't eat humans, do you?' he asked.

The shorter Fae laughed. "No, we don't eat raw meat. We eat something else." With those words the creature leaned in and fastened its mouth to the side of Robert's neck.

"Blood sucker." The Hunter cried.

"Guess again." the other Fae replied. "Leave some for me Ólafr."

Roberts felt a draining away. He felt as if he was weakening. His knees almost gave out and he would have fallen if not for the tall Fae's restraining hand upon his arm holding him up.

When the two Fae traded places the Hunter was almost too weak to hold his eyes open.

"There, there, Eric," a voice whispered. "It would be best if you just went to sleep now."

The man now knew what these creatures were doing. All his energy, all the dancing pulse keeping his neural net functioning, was fading away. He had no idea of the technical term for what these creatures were draining from him but he knew it was his life. It was beginning to hurt more intensely as they drank more and more and the darkness calling out to him looked good, looked peaceful, looked desirable.

Finally the man was dead. There was not enough energy left to send signals to his heart to tell it to beat. The light went out behind his eyes and he was simply a dead bag of parts with no spark left to run the machine. The two Fae released the body and let it fall to the ground.

The two Fae now began to rebuild their glamour. The Dökkálfar faded away and Sam and Dean returned.

The two looked down at the body at their feet.

"One problem down," Dean said. "He won't be bothering Bobby anymore."

Sam looked around. "What do you want to do with the body?"

"What do you think I wanted the river for?" Dean replied. "If we're careful and don't mark up the ground too much the people here won't be able to find where the body was thrown in. They will have to tie it to that ugly truck. They aren't ever going to be able to figure out why he died. I think they will call it a natural death. The guy dropped dead and fell in the water."

Sam nodded. "You Fae do have a reputation for being sneaky." He grinned. Sam reached down and picked up Roberts' body like a loose limbed doll.

Dean watched the Elf carry the body to the water and toss it in.

"Check the ground on your way back, big foot," he called out. "I think we should move his truck over here and run it on top of our own tire tracks."

Sam dragged his naked feet through the ground scruff on his way back to the car while Dean gathered up their discarded boots and opened the Impala.

It was the work of only a few minutes to shift the vehicles and the two Fae were backing away from the river. They drove with the lights off, comfortable in the dark. Far off they could see the lights of a lone farm house reflecting against the night sky. There were no other signs of people anywhere. Sam had chosen the site of their killing ground well.

They left the lights off until they were back on the black topped road again, hoping that no one had noticed the roar of the Impala's engine in the night.

It was now just a bare hour after sunset and they expected to be back at Bobby's house well before midnight. Den grinned. "You know Sam," he said. "We are most likely pacing Roberts' body down this side of the state. It's a race, dead man against the Impala. Which one do you think will pass Bobby's house first?"