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 story, but I admit it so please don't sue me!!

"Dean, you know these dreams won't go away until you talk about what happened to you, right?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Sam."

"I know that. And I know you're afraid I'll leave or think the worst of you for breaking, but it's not true! I'm here for you, Dean, and you'll always be a hero in my eyes."

"Ha. Some hero…"

"Yeah, Dean. The best hero I know. You always have been, ever since we were kids."

"What the hell kind of comic books were you readin' that someone as pathetic as me could seem heroic?"

Bobby slapped him on the back of the head.

"Ow! Hey! That hurt!"

"Good! It was a reality check, sneakin' up from behind! The only person who thinks yer worthless is yerself. Now you've gotta snap out of it and realize yer one of the best people this shitty world has to offer."

"Then I don't have much faith in the rest of the world. Those are pretty low standards to beat."

"Damn it, boy, listen to me! Do you really have that low of an opinion of yerself? I saw it in yer eyes back at that motel when John and I patched you up, and I can see it now. You have no regard for yer own life. Are you that screwed in the head, boy? What's wrong with you?!"

"Nothin', Bobby! I…"

Bobby gripped Dean's chin forcefully and met his pain-filled eyes. "You never deserved what you got, son. None of it! And none of it was your fault! Yeah, yer daddy did the best he could, but that doesn't mean he was always right. You've always been a great brother, a great son, and a great friend. Don't you dare think less of yourself than that. You've drawn a lot of short straws, but I've seen you overcome 'em all, and I'll be damned if I let this one just slip by instead!"

"Jeez, Bobby… Calm down…" Dean actually looked a bit nervous.

"No, Dean, I won't calm down until it gets into that thick head of yers that yer one of the last few things I've got left in this world! You and yer brother. And damn it all if I don't think of you boys as my own sons. I've watched you grow up, and I've seen how yer dad treated both of ya, and I'm hopin' I learned from his mistakes. It's okay ta share emotions, it's okay ta cry, and it's okay ta be afraid! That said, I don't want you bottlin' up any more shit! Not when Sam and I are here and full willin' to listen. If you need a bit more time to come to terms with everythin' and sort it all out, that's fine. But the clock is tickin', and if you don't take the initiative, I'm gonna have ta beat it outta ya! Now, let's eat some damn lunch. I'm still starvin'."

Bobby stormed from the room, leaving the two Winchester boys in complete shock. Dean swallowed audibly, then slowly turned his head to meet his brother's eyes.

"That was kinda scary…"

"Yeah, a bit. Best get out there and eat before he tries to shove it down your throat."

Dean grimaced at the thought and ran his fingers gently around his throat and neck.

"Yeah, alright. I'll be right out."

Sam looked disbelievingly at him. "Dean…"

"I swear, Sam. Okay? Just… give me a minute."

Sam searched his brother's eyes and found only truth in them so he nodded and rose to his feet.

"Alright. I'll see you at the table."

Dean nodded and waited for Sam to close the door behind him. He ran his fingers through his sweat-spiked hair and let out a slow breath. He knew he was going to have to get it all out soon and he was terrified to do so, but if it would make all these terrible dreams stop, he would be willing to take the chance.

He unwrapped the blankets from around his body and rose stiffly to his feet, avoiding the puddle of vomit near his bed. He went to the bathroom and brought back the trashcan and a towel that looked more like a rag and cleaned everything up so Bobby wouldn't have to. Then he returned to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.

As he glanced up into the mirror, he hated what he saw. He felt dead inside. Completely worthless. His mother left him, his dad left him, hell even his own brother left him. He could still hear his father's voice in his head. Watch out for Sammy… Look after your little brother, boy…

Even when his father was possessed, the words still came from his voice. You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is, they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam… He's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you. Hell, both his dad and Sam had shot him before. He must have deserved it somehow.

It was his job to take care of his family, Sam in particular. And he had failed on all accounts. Dean had been sure he was going to watch his little brother die at the hands of that shifter, and he was helpless to stop it. His dad was dead because of him, and Sam had died once already by Jake's hand. In his eyes he was useless, and his greatest fear was that one day Sam would realize it too and leave him again. Every reckless move against a supernatural being was an attempt to show his brother he wasn't completely worthless.

His tears mixed with the water he splashed on his face. Once he pulled himself back together behind his crumbling walls, he dried off and went out to keep his promise to Sam. He only hoped his uncooperative stomach could keep down a sandwich at this point.

"Got plenty ta go around, son, so help yerself. Got some crackers too if yer stomach can't handle anythin' heavier."

"Thanks. Smells good." He always was a good liar. Sure, on a normal day, it would smell enticing, but today, it just made his stomach flip flop.

He grabbed a sandwich and began eating slowly, judging his body's responses with each bite. So far, so good. Once he managed one full sandwich, he pushed his plate away.

"Done already?" Bobby wondered out loud. This boy had been known to eat up to four or five sandwiches in one go.

"Yeah, I'm good. I think I'm gonna go work some more on the car in the garage."

"Alright. If yer sure you're okay…" Bobby was trying to meet Dean's eyes to get a better reading of the situation, but Dean was avoiding them like the plague.

"I'm fine."

Dean strode quickly to the door and out into the cool afternoon air. He needed to get to the garage to sort out what was in his head. Only there could he feel safe enough to delve into the past. There, he felt in charge.

Back in the house, Bobby's phone began to ring. "Who on Earth… Hello?"

"Bobby? This is Jason and Grant. We met in Ireland?"

"Right, right… How're you boys doin'? Get back safe?"

"Yeah, we're fine thanks to you guys. We just wanted to let you know that we've reviewed the evidence of the hunt, and if you want a copy, we'd be happy to send you one."

"Sure. I'd like to take a look at that footage myself. Still got my address?"

"Yes, sir."

They promised to put it in the mail first thing tomorrow.

"Glad you all made it back in one piece."

"How's Dean? He didn't look too good when we left."

"He's got a lot to work through, but holdin' his own."

"Sorry again for bustin' his shoulder," Jason admitted.

"I'm sure he's not holdin' a grudge. You boys take care of yerselves, and stay away from fairies, alright?"

"Ha. No problems there. Take it easy."

With that, Bobby hung up and filled Sam in on the conversation.

"Huh. Wonder if they got Cleena on tape."

"That'd be awkward… You think we should let Dean in on this, or is it too soon?"

"I doubt we can hide it from him, Bobby. He's pretty sharp."

"Like a tack. But I think he's got enough on his mind right now, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. I say we get him to talk about the shifter incident to clear the past, then we let him in on the recent developments when he's ready."

"Couldn'ta said it better myself. You think he's gonna stay out there all night?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Glad to hear it. You can be the bad guy this time and take his toys away and put him to bed. He wasn't all that pleased last time."

"Haha. No doubt."

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"How're you handlin' all this? You doin' alright? And don't give me your brother's bullshit of 'I'm fine' cause I know it's buggin' ya."

"Yeah, this whole thing is buggin' me, Bobby. I just wish he could trust me more, you know?"

"Course I do. I've been tryin' ta get that from him too. He doesn't let anyone get that close, but I think we're privileged to be as close to him as we are."

"Ha. You should be a counselor, Bobby."

"Hell no. With the two of you around, I get all the drama I can take."

"You know more about what happened than I do, man. How're you takin' all this? Reliving the past can't be fun for you either."

"Not in the least. I didn't think I'd ever see yer brother that broken again. Then that damn fairie came along and messed with his head, bringin' it all back…"

"How did you get him back last time?"

"We… uh… We brought him by Stanford so he could see you were still alive and well."

"Why didn't I know about this? Why didn't you guys come talk to me?"

"Sam, Dean wouldn't let us."

"He… What? Why?"

"Cause when he finally snapped out of it, he realized how happy you were, strollin' down the street with yer girlfriend, so he told us to stay away from you and letcha live the life you deserved."

"Bobby, I just wanted to go to school. I never intended to cut everyone I love out of my life. I never wanted to hurt any of you, especially not Dean, but dad, he told me if I left to stay gone so I didn't have much of a choice."

"I know that Sam. And I understand, but John and Dean, they just had a little trouble seein' the other side of the equation is all. They just wanted you to be safe."

Sam nodded, his throat too tight to speak. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sam cleared his throat and decided to give talking a shot. "So… How much time are we going to give him before you kick his ass?" He smirked at the last part, hoping to lighten the atmosphere a bit.

"No more than a week. I'm not judgin' so much by time, but by how far I'm willin' to watch yer brother beat himself into the ground. I won't stand for it much longer, that's for damn sure. If he doesn't start improvin' mentally and physically within the next few days, I won't be goin' easy on 'im."

TBC

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