Hey... sorry it took so long to get the last chapter up, but here it is... I think I got some good funny parts... so hope whomever that read it through, will leve me some feedback :) And remember... this is still my first fic, and Norwegian is my first language, not English :)

Again... thanks to Nevermore7 who read thru the whole darn thing making it a little easyer four you guys to understand :)

Chapter 6

It was far into the night. Dean had been gone for a long while. Even if this town wasn't big enough to get lost in, Sam knew that anything could happen. He had spent the whole evening in the motel room, surfing the web for any new cases that they could take on as fast as they got the car back. He looked at the clock, 3:57am... What the hell are you doing, Dean? He looked worried, and he was. Then he started go giggle...
Maybe the Leprechaun kicked some cocky big brother ass. Even though Sam had been enjoying getting a good laugh at Dean's expense the last 24 hours, he was actually starting to get seriously worried. Either Dean was ACTUALLY going out of his mind, the Leprechaun ACTUALLY existed, or this was a too stupid joke. But I'll hand it to you, if this is a joke... You're one hell of an actor. Sam took his jacket and went out to look for Dean.

The streets were dark and empty. Sam had walked up and down the streets that were around the pawnshop. He got a glimpse of what looked like a bar. Of course, if Dean is anywhere, it must be here. Sam walked up the street. "Loafing Leprechaun, Restaurant & Irish Pub." Sam grinned. "You got to be kiddin' me... this is just too much irony!" The door was closed. No wonder... It's in the middle of the night.
He heard a sound from the alley behind the pub. He got he's gun and snuck around the corner.

Dean wasn't feeling well. Where the hell am I...? He opened his eyes, only to be met by a blurry sight of brick walls and garbage. He grunted and tried to get to his feet, only to be knocked back down by gravity itself. Damn... stupid gravity! He tried to hit the air, but realized that this was an already lost cause, and fell to the ground again. Something turned the corner.

"What the hell?... Dean?"

Dean looked up only to see straight into the barrel of a .45. The gun got lowered and Dean had to refocus. "Sam?... What are you doing here, man?" Dean asked with a slightly drunken voice. "What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here... and, dude, where the hell is your shoe?" Sam looked at his drunken brother.

"Well... you see... the thing is..." Dean had to pause to draw a few breaths of fresh alley-air. "...There was this Leprechaun..." He stopped again.

"Yeah, I realize that, but why are you drunk, and why are you lying in the alley?" Sam wasn't sure if this was serious or just hilarious.

"...I told yah... It was because of the Leprechaun... That green bastard!" Dean raised his voice at that last sentence, and tried to hit the air again with a right hook.

"Well... did the Leprechaun tell you to get drunk and loose your shoe?" Sam asked, realizing that this was probably a once in a lifetime conversation. He grinned, looking down at his poor brother.

Dean raised his hand with he's index finger pointing up. "Yes... that's it" Dean replied, after a short time of trying to think, though it didn't work out that good. "I mean no... But yes... Kind'ah... You know?" Dean looked up at his brother. Please don't make me talk anymore... Please understand the words that are coming out of my mouth... I don't know how to think... This is not good, Dean... no... not good at all... a bit funny, though... but not good... at all. Dean grinned a drunken grin.

Sam didn't understand anything more now, than before, so he kept with the interrogation. "Seriously, Dean... Get a freakin' grip! What happened?"

Dean tried to get his mind together to tell the story.

"Well... at first, I went to the pawn shop. And there was this girl... she was hot...smokin'..." Dean's story drifted.

"Hey, Dean... at the pawnshop?"

"Right... well, I asked if she had any gold... and she just looked at me stupidly and said no. So... we started to talk, and she asked me out for drinks. And she was smokin' hot... did I say that?"

"Dean! Get back to the story!" Sam tried to keep Dean focused.

"Ah...we went to this place... and we're really hitting it off, but you know… it's me and my irresistible charm..." Dean grinned again.

Yeah... sure thing bro. Your drunken charm is such a turn on... Sam laughed.

"...anyway... the Leprechaun came and screwed things up... got me drunk, and bragged about me not being able to drink an Irishman under the table... So I drank some more... For the pride of the country! Then it took my shoe... I went to the bartender to get that green thing kicked out... They said that there was no green thing. But it was... you know... So I told them so... With my fist... at least I tried... but I missed... I think... And then they kicked ME out instead... and now I'm here... with my left shoe..." Dean took a huge breath, and looked rather depressed down at his right foot, feeling rather sad to have lost a shoe. "You know, Sam..." Dean looked up at his brother again. "You do get rather attached to a shoe... you just don't know it until it's gone."

Sam laughed. "Dude... I think we need you to get to bed... You know... until the Leprechaun comes back to take your other shoe." Sam bent down to pick his brother up from the ground, and dragged him back to the motel room.

The sun shone thru the window. Dean's head was pounding so hard he feel his heartbeats in his head, and it felt like it was going to explode at every beat. The door slammed open, and Dean tried to jump out of bed, but was still a bit uneasy on his feet. Instead of the usual defense mode, he dropped right to the floor.

"Dean... you're ok?"

Dean looked up and saw his oh so happy brother with a box of something. "SAM... Why would you do that to me?"

"Do what Dean?" Sam walked in to the room and sat the box down on his bed.

"Make such noise! You're lucky I didn't shoot you..." Dean was still trying to crawl up on his bed.

"You couldn't even stand on your own legs." Sam laughed. Dean gave Sam an ironic grin, as held his hands around his head, trying to make the hammering go away. "A few beers too much yesterday, bro."

"Feck it!" Dean responded. What the hell... Feck it...Where did that word come from... he got a vague flashback of an angry Leprechaun swearing. Huh... guess that's the Irish version.

Dean raised his head from his hands, which felt so much heavier than usual, and looked over towards Sam's box. "So... What do you have there?"

"It's a trap" Sam answered, and looked rather proud too.

"A trap... For what?" Dean looked rather surprised.

"It's for your Leprechaun." Sam kept grinning at Dean, trying to get some credit for getting onboard with his brothers hunt. He didn't get it. Dean was too busy concentrating on making the headache stop. "I found this site on the web... It had a receipt on how to build a Leprechaun trap."

"Oh, really?" Dean thought Sam was just joking, and wasn't pleased to be teased in the state he was in.

"Dean... I'm not kidding!" Sam took something out of the box.

"Tin foil... That's your trap?" Dean looked wondering up at his brother. It's about damn time he offered to help, though... tin foil... how could that actually be helpful?

"Amongst other things... I got a bunch of stuff here, and we ARE going to catch this thing!"

Before Sam had spent the night getting his drunken brother home, he had stumbled over some interesting stuff. First it was a psychology site. Sam had searched through some forums and stumbled over a tread that had lots of frustrated mothers debating. The discussion was about kids who were going through phases, and most of the advice went towards letting the kid's act out, as long as it didn't hurt anyone. Sam had figured that he could help Dean out with his little "demon," and then he might go back to normal mode again.

"Hey... why didn't we ever do this as kids?" Sam asked Dean. They were both lying flat out on the floor, getting the trap ready.

"I know... It's because this is freakin' ridiculous!" Dean answered.

Sam laughed without moving his eyes for his work on painting the bucket green.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this... Dean thought. He hated the feeling of paste under his fingernails, and the tin foil was sticking to everything. He shook his right hand trying to get a huge piece of foil off. Even if this was the least normal thing to do for two full grown men, Dean wasn't close to surrender. He had gone enough, and was desperate to try anything. Dean looked over to his left, where Sam had now started to glue the balloon with colors of the rainbow, and putting gold stickers on it.

Huh... I think this is the closest thing we have ever come to a family activity without having to involve rock salt or blood. Sam was actually kind of pleased with this. If I take out the fact that we are way to old for this... it's kind of cool. He took a new piece of paper and stuck it to the balloon. God I wish Dad could have seen us now... This would at least give him a good laugh! Dean's phone rang, Sam caught it. Dean looked up at Sam from the floor as he hung up.

"Well...?" Dean asked.

"Good news... Your car is as good as new!" At the sound of the good news, Dean's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas Eve. "I'll go down and get the whole thing paid and ready, and you'll catch up... You have a Leprechaun to catch, you know?"

A bit reluctant, Dean actually agreed to let Sam get the car. He had to get this thing out of the way before he dared to get in to the car again. Wouldn't want anything to happen to my girl.

Sam was getting ready to go. He turned and saw the sight of his brother on the floor. He looked too innocent where he was, sprinkling the last of the glitter over the green bucket. Without Dean knowing, he got he's phone out and took a picture. That one to remember... or for Dean's sake, never to forget... Sam put the phone down and chuckled as he walked out the door.

There... perfect. As Dean had stuck the last piece on the balloon, he felt somewhat proud. Not more that two seconds later, he realized what he was doing, and the proud feeling was replaced with him feeling like a dork. "A man's gottah' do what a man's gottah' do..." Dean tried to convince himself that this wasn't dorky at all, just another job. He set up the trap and hid. Now it was just to wait and see if the Leprechaun would show up.

Sam had been waiting for an hour in the garage. He'd been told not to move the car until Dean was back. He heard a huge crash from the other room. He got up from the car and ran over to the door opening to check it out. There it was... Dean was lying flat on the floor, again. The bucket, the balloon, and the box were lying in a colorful blend all over the auto shop.

"There is no freakin' way this is possible!" Dean screamed as he got up from the floor. "I had it Sam... I really did... It was right there!" He pointed at the bucket, in frustration. "I GIVE UP... YOU HEAR ME? I GIVE UP... YOU WON...!"

Sam went over to his brother. "I'm sure it will give up... Ok... It's probably scared the hell out of here and is long gone!"

Dean was pissed. "Dude! Stop it!" He went into the garage, got in his car and turned the ignition. "You coming or what?" He yelled at Sam. Dean backed out of the garage. The purr of his car soothed him a bit.

"Hey Dean... Just thought I'd mention that I took the change you had in the glove compartment to pay off the car. I didn't have enough cash on me."

Dean didn't care if Sam had taken the change. He just wanted to get out of this town. Dean looked in the mirror as he got to the end of Rainbow Street. The auto shop guy was standing on the sidewalk with his arms in the air. Dean didn't bother to double check on what it was he wanted. He put on his sunglasses, and turned up the music.

At the sidewalk there was a man. It looked like he worked in the auto shop. Beside his right leg there was this green little thing with a grin. The auto shop man was holding a bunch of coins up in the air screaming: "HEY... STOP... THESE AREN'T REAL... THESE AREN'T REAL..."