Chapter 4

"Is that the Devil-gnome?" Dean asked. He wasn't sure what he was
looking at.

On the screen, Sam had pulled up a picture of a green little red-haired thing. It was dressed in green pants and jacket, white shirt, and a green hat, too. He also had a long red beard. "Well Dean, actually, it's a Leprechaun." Sam was doing a hard job not to laugh at this, and he could not believe that his older brother could believe any of this.

"Like "You mean like the Lucky Charms thing? That doesn't look anything like the Lucky Charms dude. " Dean had gone from interested to weird out in a second. He didn't even notice how much Sam was struggling to keep he's serious mask on. With seconds of wondering, Dean quickly got back to interested-mode.

"Yeah, and the count for that chocolate cereal is really similar to a real vampire, too." It probably doesn't matter to Dean what this thing is... He would believe anything these days, Sam thought to himself, still fighting off the laughter.

"Aha..." Dean nodded, waiting patiently for Sam to get to the interesting part: How kill the Leprechaun. "Well... what can you tell me about this little devilish bastard?" Dean asked.

"Well, let's see... They are a part of the Irish mythology. The name comes from Irish Gaelic... and I think it means something like shoe-maker." Sam couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out in laughter, and was not able to pull himself together.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sam?" Dean was frustrated at his little brother who didn't give him an answer. Dean felt he'd had enough of Sam's attitude. He grabbed him by his jacket, pulled him out of his chair, and practically threw him towards the door. Not in an angry kind of way, just in a get-the-hell-out-of-my-sight kind of way. It didn't look like it Sam bothered he just kept laughing as he gave his nutty brother a beloved look before he closed the door behind him thinking, see yah in the loony bin bro.

What's wrong with Sam these days, man? Dean didn't understand why his brother couldn't take this seriously. If this little Leprechaun was tormenting him, it could be tormenting lots of other people to. Well, guess it's up to me to kick some Irish ass then? Dean took control of the computer, and stared to read up on this little thing. He started to mumble cues worth to remember. "Treasures; tricks and pranks; you can see them if you keep an eye fixed upon them, but the moment you withdraw, they will disappear; mostly harmless; immortal..."

Immortal... well isn't that just great! As Dean was reading up on the Leprechaun, he started to realize that there seemed to be no way to get rid of it the old fashion way. Dad's book. Dean got an idea. Maybe there's something there about these Leprechauns that can help me. He walked up to the table in the room. "Where the hell is that book? I left it right here." He looked right to left trying to reason why the book wasn't there. The frustration was just kept building up and he felt like punching something. If only this was a huge son of a b he could take a few punches at it, let out some steam, then shooting it with rock salt. Now he had to deal with something that was tormenting him and was too small to punch around, and he didn't even know why.

"Aaaarrrrrwwww" He screamed. As he did a shadow crossed the room on the other side. "Hey you! STOP!" He yelled and tried to go after it, but it disappeared. "Where the hell did you go?" He could hear it laughing. Dean got on his knees to check under Sam's bed. Noting there. As he was getting on his feet again he saw right in to the little old face of the green thing. He flinched and jumped back into the wall behind him. As he got his focus back and looked over at the bed again, but it was gone. "Aaarrrwww... I'm gonnah' get you... You hear me! I'll hunt you down and kick your green little ass over seas."

How the hell can you let this little bugger annoy you so much? Dean thought as he finally got on his feet walking towards the computer again. Because of the Impala... Yeah, that's right... You mess with my girl... You mess with me! Dean spent a few moments just staring at the computer and realized that he just kicked out his geek brother, who actually enjoyed this reading thing. Now he had to figure out how to get this Leprechaun off his back once and for all, by himself.

After a while, Dean leaned back in his chair with a displeased look. "That's it? That's the only choice I got to get this thing off my back? You gottah' be kiddin' me?"