Chapter 5
After his big brother had snapped and thrown him out of the room, Sam had taken a walk down to the auto shop to check on the car and was now sitting at the coffee shop drinking his coffee, smiling whenever he got a flash of Dean's recent behavior. How the hell can he believe in this? After all the things we have encountered, he can't see that the few odd things that happened these last days is just bad luck? Sam looked up and out the window. He saw Dean, walking in high speed on the other side of the road. Sam chuckled.
"Dean... Dean... DEAN!" Sam was yelling on the other side of the street.
Now what? Dean thought as he stopped and gave his brother a displeased look. Sam ran across the street. "Dean, where are you going?" Dean wasn't really sure if he wanted to answer this question. Sam would probably keep on mocking him. He mumbled some words and looked down the street where he was headed, before Sam had stopped him. "What? Didn't hear a word of that." Sam's huge grin wasn't making Dean any happier about having to repeat himself.
"Sam," he paused for a second. "ONLY if you really want to hear this... and I'll give you this ONE chance. If you start acting up, you can just get out of my sight until the car is fixed and we leave. As long as we are here, I plan to get to the bottom of this!" Dean looked at Sam, wanting him to take this seriously and…hunt.
Keep it together, keep it together... Seriously, Sam! Keep it together, keep it together. Sam was chanting to himself, trying to keep the focus on Dean, at least long enough to get the updates on the Leprechaun. Dude, a Leprechaun... That's something that would make anyone laugh... Anyone but Dean... Sam, get a grip... Keep it together, keep it together. "Yes, Dean, I really want to hear this!" God, Dean is going to kick my ass if I start laughing again.
Dean gave Sam an evil eye as he started to tell the story. As Dean had been trying to pull up some information on the Leprechaun, the little fellah had return to the room. At first Dean had been taken by surprise, but he actually remembered the part about keeping your eye at it, so that it won't be able to get away. So there it sat, on the table, besides the computer, looking up at him.
"So you're just gonnah' sit there, or yah gonnah' do something about this little situation?" The tiny green Leprechaun said, with a high pitched voice and an Irish accent. "Do what...?" Dean was confused. "I don't even know why you're here..." The Leprechaun looked up at Dean with a grin on his face. "Hey, you'd better speak up or..." Dean couldn't actually come up with anything. With what can you threaten something that isn't more than 3inches tall? The Leprechaun stood up on the desk, with its hands to its sides looking furious. "At the end of the rainbow, the gold will be. You'll see; give it to me!" Dean just sat there. He didn't understand this anymore than he understood Sam's taste in music. "What do you mean 'gold'? What do you mean 'rainbow'... it hasn't even rained in days?"
"At the end of the rainbow, the gold will be. You'll see; give it to me!" The Leprechaun repeated, as he now pointed out the window. Dean turned his head to look. "What?" He looked back at the desk, but the Leprechaun was gone. "Stupid!" Dean said to himself, slapping his hand to his forehead. Ok Dean, think... What did that little bastard mean? He walked over to the window and looked down at the street, trying to connect the dots. Huh... can't be a coincidence that the street name is Rainbow Street. He looked further down the street. And a pawn shop... Dean didn't even bother to think it over a few times to rationalize this whole thing. He got his jacket, and practically ran out of the room and down the street.
Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together... Sam was still chanting, as he was listening to Dean's farfetched story. "So..." Sam opened his mouth, surprised that he actually had a close to a normal tone in it. "You're basically going down to the pawnshop to buy a scamming green Leprechaun jewelry?" Sam tilted his head and gave Dean a look that was supposed to say you-got-to-give-this-one-up-before-you-really-loose-it. As for Dean, the look Sam gave him was taken as a dude-you're-lost look. Dean got pissed at his brother again. "Fine... I'm going!" He turned his back to his brother and started to walk towards the pawn shop. Sam let all the locked up grins out, as he saw the back of his brother get further and further down the street. At least he's still in a good mood, Sam joked to himself.