Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 29: Clap Your Hands If You Believe…
Aliens…
Out of all the events going on in the world…the magazine company I work for wants me to go to Elwood, Indiana to take pictures of an Alien conference since three people have been abducted. I doubt this is an alien abduction. Though I pray to god this wasn't another trickster. Gabriel was once in a life time enough for me. Yet, taking the opportunity to take pictures of this Alien weirdos in their habitat while working on a case. I contacted Bobby and he said he would call Garth in to help. Never met Garth, though his credentials seemed appropriate.
Speaking of Bobby, he finally had gotten his soul back. Apparently he used that crossroads demon to get Crowley's name, which was Fergus MacLeod thanks with the help of his son. Which both hate each other's guts? As the confrontation occurred, Sam and Dean were in Scotland standing over Crowley's grave with a match and gasoline.
Anyway, back to main reason.
Again I don't believe in aliens. Sure, I find E.T cute, but anything else…just no. There has been no actual documentation of Aliens. Sure I'll believe in another galaxy with its own living organism. But little green men….no. Plain and simple. Luckily I don't have to do the interviews. Somebody for the magazine got the details, except they accidently deleted their photos. So I'm heading to Indiana to take pictures of aliens…terrific.
Just shoot me now.
As I drive to Indiana my thoughts linger to the call I had with Dean two months ago. It was difficult to comprehend that Sam has no soul. He doesn't care about anything. It explains why he put Bobby John's life at risk. Let alone why I felt an empty presence off of him every time we touched. So the past few months I've been doing research in finding a way to free Sam's soul from Lucifer's cage. Everyone is…just what does Soulless Sam would do until then worries me. Also, I felt bad for Dean, not just traveling with a soulless Sam, but the harsh breakup is Lisa.
Shaking my head, I thought about the case. Four missing people in the last few months. All their disappearances were in the cornfield where a crop circles was previously made follow by the abductions of a luminous orb then vanished. I don't know many creatures that could create such a bright light, maybe a strong witch, a demon pulling strings, and angel? The list is limitless.
Hell with all the foreign monsters immigrating to the US, we might be dealing with something new. I sighed, hoping this is an easy hunt and get the damn photos.
When I arrive, I parked my jeep at a motel getting a room. I stopped for a second for I thought I saw a familiar black impala from the corner of my eye. Not seeing the Impala, I shrugged it off and got a one bed room and placed my things before changing into proper attire in the early November weather.
Spent all morning in the corn field taking pictures of the crop circles. As I did this for the magazine, I search for any clues to use. Sadly all I found were bent corn stalk. No signs of burst stalk joints that documentary stated of an Alien Crop circle. I got to give the masterminds credit in pulling this field work of art. But this being aliens…checking the time, I realized Garth hasn't called. When I tried contacting him, all I got was a police officer saying Garth was in holding for being on private property. I sighed, assuming I'm on this case alone.
So I went back into town heading over where the first victim's father works. Patrick Brennan was the first victim to vanish. His father works as a watchmaker. Maybe he possessed a cursed item or something. As I reached the store somebody grabbed me from behind and spun me around. I shriek only knowing one person who has the balls to spin me around.
"Dean!" I cried out.
"That's my name." Dean said as he sets me down.
I turned around to see Sam and Dean. Sam looking unnatural while Dean appeared irritated. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Solving a case," Sam answered. "What about you?"
"Would you believe me that the magazine I work for sent me here for UFO sightings?" I answered. Dean chuckled shaking his head while Sam just stared at me. "Anyway, I'm working on a case here…except my temporary partner got arrested in Detroit. Don't ask."
"Well, since we're all here let's get to work." Dean said.
Dean went over his pretext of what he and Sam are going as for a newspaper. I with my camera apparently was a good bonus as they got information of aliens and was one woman who was missing the cats, proclaim the abductions are fairies. As Dean informed me what he got, I noticed Sam staring at me oddly. As if trying to keep a distance, but at the same time a predator gaze of lust. Dean noticed this and smacked Sam saying empathy.
Not sure what is going on other than what I know of a soulless Sam, I entered the store with the boys on my trail. Inside held a German architecture vibe, as a middle age man leaned over a table tinkering, a watch. Although, something seemed off about this place. I have a feeling there are more people in the building than those who are seen.
"Mr. Brennan?" I asked.
The stopped lifting his work goggles, "Mmm?"
"We're with The Mirror. We would like to ask you—"Sam started.
"What? Is this about Patrick?" Mr. Brennan asked.
"Yes, sir." I confirmed.
"Patrick's gone." He said going back to his works.
"Missing. Right. Yes." Dean said confused. "That's - what we want to talk to you about."
"Now, your son was the first to disappear." Sam noted.
"First to be taken." Mr. Brennan sneered as he looked at something from a distant.
"Taken?" I asked.
Mr. Brennan took a deep breath and exhale as he gotten up, removing his goggles and shoved us out of the door. "Get out! Out!"
"Mr. Brennan, who do you believe took your son?" Dean asked.
Mr. Brennan stopped as he looked at us. "You people can't help me. My boy is never coming back."
"You sound awfully sure." Sam noted casually.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Brennan asked.
"Like you know something you're not talking about." Sam explained.
"Okay." Dean intervenes. "All right."
"You know what they say- 72 hours. After that, the odds of finding a missing person drop to nothing, right?" Mr. Brennan said sharply.
"Well, every case is different." I said, being hopeful.
Mr. Brennan leaned against the table as if he was in pain. Not the physical type, but the emotional. As he gazed straight ahead, bouncing on the heels of his feet. The disappearance of Patrick is evident, but he's not showing the support most parents would do. "It's been weeks."
"All right. Listen." Dean said, handing Mr. Brennan his card. "Call us if anything comes to mind."
"We're only trying to help." I added.
Afterwards the boys and I left the store leaving the grieving man be. Yet something was off by that building and Mr. Brennan in general. Once on the sidewalk the boys and I started walking.
"What do you think?" Sam asked from exhaling.
"I think he's hiding something." Dean answered then looked at me. "Sky?"
I believe he is referring to my clairvoyance. "Yeah, something was off in there."
Dean nodded, "Why don't you and Sam stay and watch Watchmaker, see what happens when the sun goes down. I'll go check out the crop circles."
"What?" I asked. Why do I have stay with Pinocchio?
"Because I say so." Dean answered then gave Sam a serious look. "Do not engage with, maim, or in any way kill Brennan. In fact, I don't want you making any judgment calls whatsoever. Anything happens, call me."
"You know, Jiminy, I was on my own for a whole year. I did fine without you." Sam said.
Dean scoffed. "Yeah. I don't want to know your definition of fine."
Sam sighed and gestured me to follow him. We went over to the other side of the street where a bookstore was. We hid there, observing for a time being. To pass the time I went on my cellphone checking my email. Again my boss is asking me to captures photos of the nighttime events of the alien convention. I rolled my eyes until spotting Sam watching me.
"What?" I asked.
"How's work?" Sam asked.
"You're actually caring about my job?" I sarcastically replied.
Dean informed me of this Sam's new personality. How he doesn't care about anything or anyone, just getting the job done. Let alone his inability to sleep. I don't know if a person can live with no sleep for over a year. For me I could barely take three days before crashing.
Sam merely shrugged, "Just passing the time."
"If you're truly interested…it's going well." I answered.
"And what do you do, fiddle with cameras?" Sam asked.
"That and photography for a magazine firm." I answered. "If not working with a gallery."
Sam shrug, "I think you should put your skills to use instead of waisting it on nonsense."
"At least I'm making money instead of credit card fraud. " I snipped.
"Still, I bet you are itching for action. Even right now." Sam said.
I rolled my eyes. It was sheer coincident that these events lead to a case. Once the case is solved, I'm not going to the next, only back to Columbus where things are normal and safe. Yet Sam continued his propaganda to keep being a hunter. Don't let my clairvoyant powers go to waste. This soulless Sam only cares about the next job and my ability. My Sam, the one I loved would rather have me safe and pursue my career than go hunting.
It was around six did Mr. Brennan close up the shop and left. We followed him up to a restaurant. Mr. Brennan sat by the bar while Sam and I sat in the back watching him. We ordered two beers and fries. Though Sam drank his beer. As time went on the next hour, we only seen Mr. Brennan consumed his third beer.
Sam gotten bored and called Dean, "The only thing this guy is up to is alcoholism."
I shook my head.
"You know, maybe I should go talk to him again. I mean, you're the one who said he's hiding something." Sam said then paused for Dean probably shushed him. "What? You see something? Dean, what's up?"
"He found something?" I asked. Suddenly I felt this strange anxiety coursing through my veins. Oh no, my ability is acting up again and Dean is in trouble.
Suddenly the phone speakers go off as Dean yelled, "Holy… UFO! UFO!"
"Whoa! Dude, stop yelling." Sam said casually pulling the phone back. "You're breaking up. I didn't catch that last part."
"Close encounter! Close encounter!" Dean yelled.
"Close encounter?" Sam asked curiously. "What kind? First? Second?"
"They're after me!" Dean shouted.
"Third kind already? You better run, man. I think the fourth kind is a butt thing." Sam joked.
"Sam!" I snapped.
"Empathy, Sam! Empathy!" Dean's voice gurgled.
A waitress walked by as Sam gestured for another beer. "They still after you?"
There was no loud response on the other receiver. I worried something bad has happened to Dean. However Sam's face paused as he spoke. "Dean? Are you there? What happened? Dean?"
The waitress soon came back handing him his beer. "Thanks."
I stared at Sam in bewilderment. Dean has just been abducted and all he cares about is the second beer. Not tolerating this, I placed money on the counter and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. I don't give a damn about Mr. Brennan right now. Our situation is finding Dean before something worse happens.
.o0o.
We took my jeep to the cornfields and ringing up Dean's phone. It was early in the night, though the cornfields were empty. It took probably an hour till we heard Dean's phone playing classic rock music. I picked up the burner phone checking the log history only to find mine and Sam's name on it.
"What now?" I asked.
"There's an alien camp site nearby." Sam answered.
I nodded with a disproval shudder.
"What? Don't believe in Aliens?" Sam teased.
"I believe there is another universe that has the same stability as us…but I do not believe in little green men or E.T." I grumbled. "Also how people go bonkers over a fictional thing because of The War of the Worlds."
It was a thirty minute walk till reaching the Alien camp. Dozens of travelers covered in lights with alien merchandise. It was creepy, especially the fat guy holding a water gun and a tin foil hat. Bet he watched too much of Signs.
Sam pulled off to the side where a middle age man sat behind a table that was covered in pamphlets and books about aliens. Slightly bald head with a bit of hair around, fair skin, and brown eyes. Although, his ears did have a slight point. Must be one of those rare genetic mutations. He sat there reading a book and drinking tea. On the table I caught his name being Wayne Whitaker Jr.
"So, they're real. UFO's." Sam said.
"Like I said before, son- the truth is out there." Wayne said, putting his mug down.
"Okay, you're the expert. How do I get them?" Sam asked, bluntly.
"Come again?" Wayne asked confused, as he stood up with interest.
"You hunt ET's, right? I need to know how to get them." Sam repeated.
Wayne chuckled, handing Sam a packet of paper. "You and me both."
Sam riffled though the documents as I stared at the map. "I can't believe we're here."
To me, I think we're dealing with another trickster. Hell, maybe Gabriel isn't dead and pulling our legs and has Dean in a small room surrounded by naked women while eating the finest cheese burgers. We can always call Castiel. The dam angel owes me a lot.
"This is it?" Sam asked in irritation.
"Well, I'd say that 30 years of eyewitness accounts speak for themselves as incontrovertible proof—"Wayne started.
"Yeah, right. My brother was abducted so I'm pretty good on the whole proof part." Sam interrupted.
"Your brother was abducted?" A woman around my age dropped in. She was pretty with auburn hair, fair skin covered in freckles while dressed as a hipster. Although, you can smell a bit of weed in her woven sweater.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Oh, my God." The girl said amazed.
"It's fine. I mean, I've had time to adjust." Sam assured which I scoffed.
"Did it – Did it happen when you were kids?" She asked.
"No, an hour ago and we're trying to find him." I said forcing to stand in the middle of the two. I did not like how close they were.
Sam focused back on Wayne. "So, you've been hunting UFO's for over three decades, and you basically have no concrete data and zero workable leads."
"Well, I—"Wayne stuttered.
"Have you considered the possibility that you suck at hunting UFO's?" Sam rudely stated.
I smacked Sam on the back of his head. That was rude and disrespectful. Sam merely shrugged it off before walking away. I apologized to Wayne giving the excuse the sudden disappearance of Dean is getting to him. Wayne appreciated the apology. As I turned to join Sam I found him gone.
"Damn it." I snapped.
I went to my purse to grab my phone only to discover a second thing that was missing. My car keys. Oh you got to be shitting me. He did not steal my car keys. Quickly I ran to the area where I parked my jeep only to discover the vehicle was gone. He's dead. Sam Winchester is a dead man.
So all I could do is walk through the cornfields in hopes in finding Dean. Or at least the keys to the impala. For hours I wandered through the corn fields calling out Dean's name. My feet were killing me and my clairvoyant ability has been useless for it kept leading me onto the crop circles instead of a precise location.
"Dean!" I shouted out.
Suddenly there was a bright light. Afterwards I could hear gun fire and a male voice screaming. Something told me it was Dean as I ran over to him. When I reached him I panted to find Dean out of breath, looking confused covered in dirt, and sweat.
"Dean!" I called out.
Dean turned around aiming his gun at me. His eyes wild, consumed by adrenaline and fear. It only took him a second to realize it was me. "Sky?"
"Yeah, the one and only." I said
Dean was in shock as everything settled in. I walked over and wrapped my arm around his shoulders and lead the way out of the corn field. Dean gestured where the impala. Whatever happen to him, Dean gave me the keys and I drove back, though stopped at a fast food joint to feed him. Dean hardly seemed to care after I told him Sam ditched me in the corn field.
Once we reached the motel. It was late, practically passed four in the morning. The moment we entered the room I felt my heart shattered. That hipster girl was on top of Sam as they made out naked. I know the Sam before me isn't my Sam…but what I see…was utter betrayal.
"Dean!" Sam said surprised.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"Oh, that's Dean?" The hipster girl said with a smile. "Sam, they brought your brother back."
"I'm gonna be sick." I muttered, running out of the room.
"Sky!" Dean called out.
I ran as fast as I could till reaching the end of the motel and sat on the bench. The tears burned my eyes while there was a lump in my throat. How could he? Even Soulless Sam should have respect when I'm in the area. He knows the old Sam and I had a rare relationship. I forced myself not to cry. I will not shed a tear because of him. Yet it still hurt.
"Sky," Dean said approaching me softly.
"Don't," I seethed.
Dean stopped in front of me. He sighed and rubbed his neck, "We'll figure this out. I'm sorry you have to see that."
"He knew," I choked.
Dean sat next to me and patted by back. "And he's an Asshole."
For some reason that made me chuckle. That was my quote of an insult back at Stratton, Nebraska against the girl in the wall. Once we got our barring's, the alien hippie girl was gone while Sam stood there naturally.
"You're upset?" Sam asked.
"I was abducted. And you were banging Patchouli." Dean snapped.
Sam paused taking his words in, "I didn't think she smelled that bad."
"I was abducted by aliens!" Dean raised his voice.
"I was looking into it." Sam defended.
"Looking into it! I was gone for, like, an hour." Dean said.
"An hour—"Sam started.
"And Skylar was the one who found me!" Dean interrupted.
An hour? Did Dean say he was gone for an hour? I pulled out my cellphone as the screen announced it was roughly 4: 07 am. "Um Dean," As I raised my phone for him to see.
Dean stared at my phone in disbelief. "4 am?"
"Yeah!" Sam agreed then got excited. "UFO time slip." Then walked over to the kitchen. "That actually falls in line with a lot of abduction stories."
"Falls in line…" Dean breathed sitting down on the sex bed.
"Um, Dean," I said before he sat.
Dean stopped to realize this and went on the clean bed. "Thanks."
I nodded as I sat on the couch avoiding eye contact with Sam.
"Yeah." Sam said to the previous sentence.
"Nothing's falling in line." Dean growled.
"Here. Drink." Sam said handing Dean a glass of whisky. He took a sip. "Good."
"Thank you." Dean breathed. Then gotten up taking the bottle and glass, sparing me a shot. I immediately accepted for I truly needed it.
"Now. Come on. Talk to me. What happened?" Sam asked sitting on the bed.
Dean joined him as he thought about it, "Well… uh, there was this… God help me, Sam, there was this bright white light!"
Sam instantly put his hand on Dean's knee. "It's okay. Safe room."
The awkwardness from Dean had Sam remove his hand. If it was another situation then I would be laughing. But after witnessing Hippie girl having sex with Sam…my emotions were drained. So I watched Dean continued his story.
"And then suddenly, I was, uh… I was in a different place. And there were these beings, and they were too bright to look at, but I could feel them pulling me towards this sort of table—"Dean started.
"Probing table!" Sam exclaimed.
"God! Don't say that out loud!" Dean complained.
"Right." Sam apologized. "So what did you do?"
"I went crazy." Dean answered. "I started hacking and slashing and firing. They actually seemed surprised." Dean gotten up walking around the room. "I don't think anybody's ever done that before. Yeah. I had a close encounter, Sam… and I won."
"Okay Captain Kirk, go take a shower." I sighed, follow by a yawn.
"I should take a shower." Dean agreed. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna take a shower now."
I had gotten up. "Night Dean."
"Night Sky," Dean replied.
I walked over to the table grabbing my jeep keys and went over to the door. However Sam grabbed my hand forcing me to face him. "Sky, I'm sorry about Sparrow."
I stared into his eyes and let my clairvoyant abilities take control to see if he was meant it. Sadly, "You're not."
"Skylar-"Sam started.
"Let go," I said with a warning tone.
Sam saw how serious I was and let me go. Not saying another word, I headed to my room that was on the second floor and locked the door. I sat on my bed removing my jacket, gun, boots, and belt. Practically shed all of my clothing except the tank top and underwear before hiding under the blanket and fell asleep.
.o0o.
The next day I isolated myself from the Winchester and did some personal work. As I sat in front of my laptop in my room downloading my pictures and scanning to see which ones have better quality. It was serious to pick the selected pictures for the magazine to decide. Last thing I want is to have a picture with a guy peeing in the background. So all day until late afternoon I scanned through 300 or so pictures till selecting the best hundred before taking a break. I sighed leaning back as I stared at a picture of a corn field at dusk. One I took center of the crop circle. As I examined it I noticed a white orb on the right hand side of the picture. Curious I zoomed in and fixed the image to be clear. The orb was about the size of a softball.
"What the?" I said.
It was common to see orbs in pictures. The causes of them are usually dust, pollen, insects, or artificial light. But never have I seen an orb like this in an orangery color, and starburst pattern. I was going to zoom in when my Spidey senses tingled. I was cautious as I gotten up and grabbed my gun, sensing I was not alone. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I turned around to find no one was there.
Not a moment too soon a glass fell and shattered on the floor. I cursed setting the gun down and went to clean up the mess. After I finished cleaning up, I walked back to my laptop and tapped the monitor to wake it up. However, the picture was gone. Panicked, I tried going through my file to find the picture. It could be a clue in solving this case. Yet the picture was gone. I screamed in frustration.
"Damn it!" I cursed. "That's it! I'm getting a new laptop."
The next hour I finished my day job, emailing my boss the photos then went to the Winchesters room to help on the case. When I got in there, there was this foul smell of burnt meat. Sam and Dean were standing by the microwave. Sam looking confused while Dean was in disbelief.
"Sorry, man. I'm not seeing it." Sam said.
"You don't see the blech? It's right there." Dean said.
I walked over until seeing the microwave covered in black and red sludge. As if somebody forgot to cover their food and the meat exploded everywhere. I gaged, "What the hell happen to your microwave?"
Dean turned to face me, "You can see it?"
"Did you nuke ground beef or something?" I asked.
"No," Dean answered, closing the microwave. "It was a, a little…naked lady, okay?"
"It was—"Sam started then stop. "A what?"
"It was a, it was a little, glowing, hot naked lady… With nipples and- she hit me." Dean said embarrassed as he stared at the grown.
"I'm not supposed to laugh, right?" Sam asked naturally. Dean slammed his hand on the counter. Sam flinched. "Right. Okay. Sure. Um- So, shot in the dark here, but did this little lady have wings?"
As Sam walked over to the table where all the research was. Wait, what? Did he ask did the thing have wings?
"What the hell made you say that?" Dean asked surprised. I take that as a yes.
"She did, didn't she?" Sam confirmed.
"Yeah, but how did, how'd y—"
"One of the fringier theories I came across. It's actually what crazy crystal lady was yammering about. What if these abductions have nothing to do with UFO's?"
"What?" I asked.
"Okay, say these encounters have been going on for centuries, not with extraterrestrials but with ultra-terrestrials." Sam said as Dean and I sat down. Sam continued, "People nowadays say "space aliens "or whatever, but they used to call them—"
Sam spins the laptop around on a website about fairies.
"Smurfs." Dean blurted out.
Sam made a face, "Fairies."
"Fairies?" I asked in disbelief. "You can't be serious?!"
"Guys, there's a straight line between ET's and fairies. Glowing lights, abductions. It's all the same UFO stuff, just under a different skin." Sam explained.
"You seriously think that the secret with UFO's is—"Dean said but stop taking the information in.
"Hey, you're the one who pizza-rolled Tinkerbell." Sam said.
"Damn, you nuked my favorite Disney character?" I teased.
Dean gave a sarcastic laugh.
"I'm just doing the math." Sam interrupted. "But this is good. This is a lead."
"A lead where?" Dean asked.
"Crazy fairy lady." Sam answered.
I sat there confused, "Who?"
.o0o.
"Fairies." Marion said happily as she served us tea. We were at her trailer as the middle age women dressed like hippie or bohemian gone wrong serve us tea. Dean and Sam sat on a booth while I sat across from him. All around us were fairy and fantasy figurines you find at those antique shops in the malls. Marion continues her praise on the fantasy creatures as she serves us tea. "Sprites and spriggens, boggarts and brownies… the little people have many names."
"Well, that's, uh, that's her. " Dean said pointing at a figurine of fair on the end table. "That's the little—"
"Mm," Marion praised as she sat next to me.
"Anyway, I, uh, I get that Tinker Bells are fairies." Dean said which Marion agreed. "But what about the tiny Santa Claus and the troll and the—?"
"Oh, that's a garden gnome," Marion said pointing at the tiny statues. "And that's a large goblin, and—"
"But they're all fairies?" Dean interrupted.
"Yes, fairy comes in many shapes and sizes." Marion praised. "Magical, mischievous beings from the realm next door."
"The fairy realm?" I asked.
"Mm-hmmm." Marion confirmed as she took a sip of her tea.
"So it's like another dimension?" Sam asked.
Marion paused as she thought about it. "Another reality! Yes. Only people who have been there and returned to our world can see the Fairy here."
"Right. Umm… why are the fairies abducting people?" Dean asked trying to grasp the situation he is in.
"Mmm. There is much theory and little fact. We know they only take firstborn sons, just like Rumpelstiltskin did." Marion explained. "Personally, I think they're taken to Avalon… to service Oberon, the King of the Fairy."
Wow, she must smoke a lot of green grass back in the sixties. I picked up my small tea cup and took a sip of my drink.
"Dean?" Sam spoke looking concern though more like suppressing an emotion. "Did you service Oberon, King of the Fairies?"
I choked on my tea having a dirty thought in a way of Sam saying that. If Marion theory was true, I only assume Dean would serve Titania, the Queen of the Fairies. As they screw around who knows how long. Not with Oberon.
"Marion." Dean spoke catching the woman's attention. "Um. Let's say fairies are real, okay? What can we do about them?"
"Sorry?" Marion asked.
"How can we….." Dean trying to find the words.
"Interact with them?" Marion finished happily.
"Yes, yes." Dean confirmed, keeping the act. "Forcefully interact."
"Well, if you want to win a fairy's favor, leave a bowl of fresh cream. They love cream." Marion said cheerfully.
"Okay." Dean said with an awkward smile. "And, and, more forcefully?
Marion paused thinking about it, "Ohhh. All fairies' hate iron. And the dark fairy burn when touched with silver. What else? Oh! You can spill sugar or salt in front of them. No matter how powerful, the fairy must stoop to count each grain."
Dean nodded his head, "Well, alrighty. That's—Wow! A lot to absorb. Thank you."
The Winchesters gotten up and I followed them yet Marion waved her hands innocently, "Oh, oh, stay! Finish your tea."
We all sat back down and picked up our tea. Wow, these tea cups bring back my child hood when playing tea parties. Although, in the awkward settings, I find it hilarious how Sam and Dean look.
"I gotta say I, I love the feel—it's uhh, it's…" Dean trying to compliment Marion's trailer.
"It's like Sedona, Arizona, crapped in here." Sam muttered on his breath. Immediately I kicked him in the shin. Sam choked on his tea glaring at me while I gave him a look that said, be respectful.
""Pewteriffic," is what it is." Dean said. Marion chuckled appreciating the compliment. Then went back to his tea. "Pewteriffic,"
Sam lifted his cup taking a sip then asked, "You have bigger cups?"
After thirty minutes of a fairy themed tea party we left Marion trailers. Thank God. Any longer and I would be sick from the awkwardness. All that woman needs now is the cats and she is set.
"God, is it on me? I feel like I've got the crazy on me." Dean asked, wiping his jackets.
"No. You did sit in some glitter, though." Sam answered.
Dean looked at his ass and groan, "Makes me want to believe in UFO's again."
"I prefer another trickster," I confessed.
"Doesn't really give us the next move, I grant you that." Sam said. "We can always put the call out to Bobby."
"Hey. I'll be damned. Isn't that the watch guy?" Dean asked.
Sam and I looked ahead where a grocery store was. Mr. Brennan was there loading crates of cream into the back of his car. Didn't Marion say fairies like cream?
"Huh. They love cream." Sam said.
So we got in the impala and followed Mr. Brennan. The watch maker lead the way back to his shop as he carried the crates of cream inside. We waited in the impala watching him doing so trying to figure out a plan. Once Mr. Brennan carried the last milk crate in, he locked up his shop the closed the trunk of his car.
"Alright, you two stick with Half-n-Half." Dean said. "I'm gonna go check out his store. And no hippie chicks."
"Dean," I protest. Dean got out and gave me a trust him look.
I sighed and nodded, for somebody has to watch Sam. Sam didn't notice the exchange as he scooted over to the driver seat. I climbed over to sit in the passanger as Sam started driving following Mr. Brennan. Where he led us is to another bar. Parking the impala we followed him inside and took out seats in the back with Mr. Brennan in view. A waitress came over asking for our orders. Sam ordered a beer while I asked for a coke.
"Something on your mind?" Sam asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered.
"Sky, seriously." Sam insisted.
"Like you care," I seethed.
Sam sighed as the waitress returned without drinks. The same moment Sam cellphone rings. I said thanks to the waitress as she left and took a sip of my drink. Sam put his phone on speaker.
"Yeah," Sam greeted.
"Freaking full of Keeblers over here, man. Just full of them." Dean said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"It's like the story with the shoe guy and all the elves. Hey, you think Brennan made a deal with a bunch of fairies?" Dean explained.
"We'll figure out." I said.
"Let me get back to you." Sam answered before hanging up.
Sam gotten up and headed over to Mr. Brennan. I sighed, placing a tend dollar bill on the table and followed him. Making sure he doesn't say anything insensitive or brute.
"So, Mr. Brennan…" Sam greeted taking a seat on the booth. "Hello again."
I stood next to Sam acting casual.
"Leave me alone." Mr. Brennan sighed.
"Did I ever mention how beautiful your work is?" Sam complimented.
"What?" Mr. Brennan asked confused.
"The watches. Just stunning." Sam clarified. "What I can't figure out is how one man can put out that much product. I mean, hell, if I didn't know better… I'd say you have a bunch of elves working for you. "Mr. Brennan looked at him in shock then faced his beer. Sam roughly placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Except I do know better, and you have a bunch of elves working for you."
Mr. Brennan yanked his arm back in panicked. "You're insane."
"So, tell me. How does a father decide to trade his son for a bunch of watches? I mean, I assume you have a soul so what's your excuse?" Sam demanded.
"You don't understand. It wasn't like that." Mr. Brennan defended.
"Then explain to us." I said in a peaceful manner.
Mr. Brennan hesitated before taking a deep breath. I advise we go somewhere private to discuss this. We moved over to table in the back. Mr. Brennan was silent for a moment till telling his side of the story.
"I supported my family for 30 years making those watches. It's the only thing I know how to do. But the Parkinson's—I was losing my hands. I was losing everything. My grandmother, she always used to say that they were real. She told me all of these stories when I was a kid about how to summon them… how to get favors from them."
"So you learned how to work a spell." I noted.
"I mean, honestly, I doubted it would even work. I was just desperate. But she'd left me this book. So I did the ceremony in my back office two months ago. And this man appeared. And said he was a leprechaun." Mr. Brennan said.
"A leprechaun." Sam said, not believing it.
"I asked him just to cure my hands, but he said he would do even better. He'd would make me more successful than I'd ever been. He told me he'd bring a crew of workers, that I could save my business, save my name."
"In exchange for?" Sam asked.
"He just wanted a place for them to rest. To take of the fruit and fat of the land. I said yes. I wasn't thinking." Mr. Brennan answered.
"And the fruit and the fat were?" I asked.
"My firstborn." Mr. Brennan said sadly. "Not just mine. There's been others. They're not stopping. They're not going to stop."
"There's gotta be a way to reverse the spell." Sam said.
"There is. But the book is… in a safe in my shop. They won't let me near it. It's been a nightmare." Mr. Brennan said.
"Can see the fairies?" I asked.
"Yes." Mr. Brennan answered.
Sam sighed, "Then let's send them back."
Mr. Brennan tried to persuade us not to, but we insist. I fear Dean may be in trouble as I felt his anxiety in my veins. We left the bar making our way back to the shop. Sam pulled out his phone calling Dean, "Don't worry, Brennan. We can do this. My brother and us are gonna cover you while you reverse the ritual."
As we made the turn on the sidewalk there was a gathering of people that included police officers. Confused wondering if this was abduction until spotted Dean being handcuffed. Shit, Dean was being arrested. If they finger print him, they'll find his information as a dead man walking. Sam rushed over to him.
"Dean, hey." Sam called out walking over to him, but the police officer stopped him from approaching. "Dude, what happened?"
"Sam, Sam…. Hey!" Dean called back. As the police officer forced him in the back of the cruiser.
"What am I supposed to do?" Sam asked.
"Fight the fairies." Dean shouted. "You fight those fairies. FIGHT THE FAIRIES!"
As they shut the door and drove off to the station.
"Shit," I breathed.
"You can say that again." Sam agreed.
.o0o.
We went back and drove the impala over a block away from the shop. We grabbed our weapons, as Sam took a shot gun with some rock salt bullets while I grabbed a case of iron bullets since I was going to use my gun. Afterwards, we walked the back alleyway till reaching the shop and Mr. Brennan let us in. Once inside I felt the presence of somebody was in here but couldn't see them. Mr. Brennan stopped us when reaching the main room where a bowl of cream was spilt.
"Are they here?" Sam whispered.
Mr. Brennan paused as he looked around and nodded. "But it's all right. Cream hits them like tequila."
We quietly made our way to the workshop then into main room where the lights were on. Mr. Brennan headed into his private office and carefully retrieve leather bound ancient book and set it on one of the work tables. He opened it and searched for the page before speaking in Gaelic.
"lich sha-hayt. Uh keeya shun, augus small un sorashun, augus phooetek en shia, en rache connecsha…." He suddenly gasped eyes widen in horror.
A man appeared out of thin air shoving Mr. Brennan to the ground holding a bloody knife. I expected to be another person. However the killer was the guy from the alien convention. Wayne Whittaker…he's the Leprechaun?
"You!" Sam said surprised. "You're the leprechaun?"
"Indeed I am." Wayne confirmed, bowing his head. "Sorry about the mess, but your friend here…" As he cleaned the knife, "… went back on his deal."
"You weren't very clear with him on the terms." I said aiming my gun at him.
"I told him there was a price." Wayne said, walking around the table holding his cane. "Once we come, we come to stay."
"So you take firstborns and then what?" Sam asked. "You just sit back and watch… while they cover the abductions for you with all that crazy UFO crap? Which you help encourage, naturally. Nice con. But, your cover's blown now, Wayne."
"Blown?" Wayne said surprised. "To whom? Brennan's dead. Your brother? Heh. He's marked. Been to the ranch. He's ours now."
"Yeah. Well. Then there's us." Sam said.
"You? But you can only see me if I let you." Wayne said then disappeared.
"Damn it," I cursed sensing him moving around us as my gun aimed about.
"True, but you'll have to get near me eventually… and I have very good reflexes." Sam challenged.
The leprechaun reappeared behind us. "You're not like the rest of them, are you?"
"Nope." Sam said.
I shook my head.
"I could see that right off. You're missing a certain piece, right in the center, ain't ya?" Wayne said.
"Says who?" Sam asked.
"We fairy folk, we're all about energy….and the human soul gives off a certain…" He stopped sniffing the air. "…Perfume. She smells like ambrosia and olives, so she is godly related." Wayne said to Sam. "Your soul is far away. But not completely out of reach."
"Is that so?" Sam asked, not impressed.
"Sam, I can get it back for you, for a price." Wayne offered.
"That's adorable." Sam said sarcastically. "It's locked in a box with the devil."
"Your devil. Not mine." Wayne clarified.
"There's no freaking way a leprechaun can do what angels cannot." Sam said.
"Angels." Wayne said in distaste then laughed before disappearing and reappearing in front of the safe. "Please. I'm talking about real magic, sonny. From my side of the fence. Got a way of getting in back doors."
Sam lowered his gun contemplating it. Can this leprechaun actually go into Lucifer's cage and bring back Sam's soul? But the price? Is Sam willing to sacrifice his first born for his soul? Sam soul would have object to the offer. He wouldn't sacrifice his child even to save himself. But this isn't my Sam but Soulless Sam who wouldn't give a second thought.
"So you're my blue fairy? You can make me a real boy again?" Sam asked.
Wayne tossed his cane in the air and caught it. "When you wish upon a star."
"Sam," I hissed.
"Yeah." Sam breathed. "I got a wish."
Instantly he raised his shot gun and fired. The bullets struck Wayne causing him to stumble back and groan.
"Iron," Wayne groaned. "Painful, but not a deal breaker."
Sam and I fired our guns at the leprechaun. However he vanished once more. Cursing, I moved around trying to use my clairvoyant ability to seek him. Except I couldn't track him so easily. It must because he is from another world and not ours. When he suddenly appeared, he grabbed my hand and tossed me on the other side of the room colliding into the stairs. I gasped in pain.
When I got up, Sam and the leprechaun were in a fist fight. I ran over grabbing my iron knife ready to stab him, except he tossed Sam aside and avoided my attack. I lunged at him again, only to get struck by the cane. I cried out doing a slash, except he grabbed the iron blade in his hand yanking it away. The iron burned him, creating smoke but he tossed it aside then struck me with the cane, one in the stomach and the other in the face before he tripped me.
Sam charged, tacking the leprechaun towards the window but he disappeared. Sam rammed into the dresser groaning until being smacked constantly by the leprechaun who reappeared with his cane. I tried to figure out a plan as Sam and the leprechaun. As I tried to think, I saw one of the rock salt casings on the floor. Marion said fairies cannot resist counting.
"Come on, lad. You've already taken your best shot." Wayne taunted.
"Hey, do me a favor and count these." I panted as I held the rock salt casing in front of me and ripped it in half. Countless grains of salt fell all over the ground. Wayne held a look of detest as he shoved his cane to the ground and knelt down.
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Sam panted as he gotten up and walked over to the table.
"Shut up," I panted grabbing my gun and aimed it at him.
Sam started chanting the incantation while the leprechaun continued to count. One by one he counted each individual grain of salt.
"Bitch," the leprechaun mutters.
"Yeah, I know." I panted.
When Sam finished the incantation, the leprechaun vanished by a reverse lighting followed by the other fairies in the room. I lowered my gun and groan wiping the blood off my face. I faced Sam who leaned over the desk catching his breath.
We didn't have time to recover. I ran over to Mr. Brennan to see if he was still alive. Sadly he wasn't. So we gathered our weapons and took the book Might as well make a good piece to Bobby's collection. Once we were gone, we cleaned our faces and drove back to the motel. It was late in the night and Dean would be stuck at the police station till tomorrow.
Sam went in his pockets and cursed saying Dean had the keys to their room. I hesitated, debating if I should allow Sam in my room. But exhaustion got the better of me, and I let him inside and locked the door. Sam walked over to the bathroom to wash up while I grabbed the first aid kit and clothes for tonight. After ten minutes, Sam came out with a clean face and walked over to the table to clean his wounds. I on the other hand went in the bathroom and took a shower washing tonight off of me.
I spent twenty minutes in the shower then put on my flannel pajamas and tank top. I checked myself in the mirror to see a few bruises but nothing serious. When I came out Sam was sitting on the chair wrapping his knuckles wrongly. Sighing, I took a chair and treated his wounds; from apply salve to bandages. Afterwards I check his head and any visible wounds. Then I recalled the leprechaun striking Sam in the back many times with his cane.
"I need to see your back." I said.
Sam arched a brow. "Not for that. I mean how bad the leprechaun got you."
Sam smirked as he took off his shirt. He turned in his chare showing me his back. My eyes widen to see not the slight welts on his back but the stab wound from when Jake stabbed him for the Yellow eyes demons trial. Dean said when you come out of hell; your skin becomes brand new. Yet Sam still had the scar.
"How bad is it?" Sam asked casually.
"Enough that you should be on bed rest." I said. "Does it even hurt?"
"No," he answered.
"Seriously Sam, are you physically okay?" I asked considered.
He merely shrugged. I sighed, apply the bruise salve and went over to the sink to wash my hands. Next I started cleaning up the table for the first aid kit. Sam merely sat there watching instead of being useful. So once the table was clean, I picked up my things and packed them. Although, once the laptop was away, Sam grabbed my hand.
"Sam," I gave a warning.
Sam pulled me on his lap and started kissing my neck. I struggled against him, "Sam, stop!" Yet Sam continued to hold me against his form as one arm wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to his crotch, feeling his erection. "Stop!"
I don't want this. I promised myself I will not have sex with Soulless Sam. I will not be used for temporary satisfaction. However, Sam continued to attack my neck with his lips and pressing deeper into my core, stimulating the sensitive area. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Sam…please…" I whispered.
"I want to make it up to you." Sam whispered in my ear, and then licked it.
I shuddered feeling my core tingle. No, he can't be turning me on. I won't allow it. Before I could yell for him to stop, Sam slammed his lips against my own, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I gasped trying to bite his tongue yet Sam had a hand to hold my jaw in place. Tears started to fall for it hurt. Sam noticed this, as he picked me and placed me on the table. He pulled back staring into my eyes.
"For some reason I can't stop wanting you." Sam said. "No matter how many women I've been with. You're the only one who brings something I can't understand."
This caught me off guard. My clairvoyant ability told me he was telling the truth. That I stirred something inside him. By any chance do I remind him of his old self? Do I bring back those vulnerable emotions?
"Lay down," he putting his hand on my chest and pushed me down on the table. I was on guard not trusting him. Once I was on my back, I stared at the ceiling. Sam sighed in approval, his lips sucking on my flesh while his hand rested on my chest. However, his hand fondling my breast was rough, practically groping. I closed my eyes imagining they were softer.
When Sam placed his hand on the waist band of my pajama bottoms…something in me snapped. My hands touched his own stopping him. Sam looked up at me confused.
"I'm sorry, I just can't." I whispered.
Somehow Sam pulled back and nodded. I sat up and fixed my clothes before going to bed. I could have let my instincts take control and have sex with Sam just freely. But I'm not that type of girl. Every time I've been intimate there was some sort of connection. Even with Cheryl, there was slight hint of emotional click. Yet right now, it was one sided.
So climbing off the table I went on the bed getting under the covers. Sam went to the bathroom, not a moment later started a shower. Probably a cold shower. Sighing, I turned off the lights and tried to go to bed.
.o0o.
The next morning I woken up some sort of thumping. Opening my eyes and sitting up I saw Sam doing pushups. The sight of his tense muscles moving caught my very attention. I gulped, needing to concentrate and get Dean out of the station. So grabbing my daily clothes, I went to the bathroom and got ready for the day. When I came out only to collide into solid flesh.
I stepped back avoiding eye contact, "Don't take too long."
Sam merely nodded as he walked inside taking a quick shower. Once he was washed up and dress, we took my jeep to the station. There Sam did his magic of convincing the district attorney that Dean had a mental illness and ran out of medication, two days before his doctor's appointment. The District attorney accepted this and decided not to file charges. His advice that Dean needs to get help and not come near him or his family again.
When the police officer came out with Dean he looked like hell. With a swollen face. I can only assume it was a fairy's doing. Anyway, we headed back to the motel and Dean and I exchanged a few words before leaving. I drove back to Columbus with mixed emotion. It might be wise if I don't see the Winchesters for a while. Or at least Sam.
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Sorry I haven't been posting for a while. My muse disappeared from me. I hope this chapter is okay?
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