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Den of Thieves
Chapter 7 – Call of the Wild
Suddenly, Dean's cell phone beeped. "Great…looks like Dad called back already…must have been in a dead zone when he called, but it looks like he left a message." Dean hit the message retrieve button and began to reading the text message left by his father.
"Aw…come on…no way…this can't be what we are hunting!"
"What is it?" Sam asked as he hurried over to his brother, worried about the look of horror that appeared on his brother's face. Dean slowly turned the display towards Sam…
"Holy Crap!"
Sam could hardly keep the laughter from bubbling up as he stared at the display.
Pixies…use consecrated iron…be careful
Dad
"Pixies…I can't believe this shit. How could it be Pixies?…they don't exist…they are only in fairy tales!" Dean ranted as he continued to pace back and forth.
"Dean…Dean…calm down…remember the vampires? Pixies are supernatural, just like them…"
"But Sammy….I mean…Pixies…at least Dracula has class…who wants to go hunting for God Damn Tinker Bell?" groaned Dean.
Sam chuckled at the thought of his big bad brother bearing down on Tinker Bell with a shot gun. He had to admit…it would be a great Kodak moment!
"Seriously Dean...Tinker Bell aside…Pixies are nothing to mess with. They have been known throughout the ages to plague the unwary traveler. Usually with tricks and by stealing things…but they are also known to get people lost…people who are never heard from again…it makes sense…Dean?"
Dean had stopped his pacing and was giving Sam a funny look.
"Uh Dean, what's wrong?"
"I don't know what has me more worried… the fact that in order to get back Dad's journal, I need to track down the little people…or the fact that my little brother seems to know so much about fairies!"
"Pixies Dean…not fairies…there is a difference!"
Dean rolled his eyes up as if asking the heavens to take him now. "So, Sammy…since you're the expert…how do we track something we can't see and more importantly…how do we smoke their little asses?"
Sam calmly told Dean what he knew about Pixies. He explained that they could be repelled by pure iron and that they could only be killed by consecrated iron. He also told Dean that they were thought to be the spirits of those who had died, but were not good enough for heaven or bad enough for hell. They would be bound to stay on earth for eternity, locked in the small ethereal bodies.
"Well you'd think that I would have seen an ugly blue thing flying around the forest…are you sure it's Pixies?" Dean asked hopefully
"They're not Smurfs on steroids, Dean."
"I didn't say Smurfs…I saw them on a Harry Potter flick that I caught on late night TV...they had demonic faces and were a bright blue!"
Sam sighed as he walked over to place a comforting hand on his brother. "Dean you really need to get a life…remember…TV is just make believe!"
"Yeah, like my friggin' life" mumbled Dean.
"So how does the gold dust fit into this?...no…no…don't tell me it's Pixie Poo…" Dean shuddered as he quickly removed his had from his pocket and looked at the golden dust in disgust.
"For cryin' out loud Dean, get a grip! It is said in folklore, that Pixie's have been known to leave behind Pixie Dust in their foot prints….hello…you wanted a way to track them?" Sam waited a few moments for the light bulb to go off.
"Cool…so we just follow the little golden foot prints…ok, lets get the guns and get started…the sooner we get rid of these little pests, the better…argh!"
Dean held the back of his head as a rather large pebble hit him behind the left ear. Before he could react, another one hit him in the shoulder. As he turned he saw the underbrush move and heard a soft high pitched giggle.
"Oh, did I mention that they also like to toss things at people who piss them off?" Sam asked innocently
"No…but lets see how they like a bullet from a 45 right between the eyes…come on Sam, lets get going…I'm feeling lucky today!"
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Far away, the figure in the house smiled. Now all we need to do is set the trap…and then we'll see how good these hunter's really are!
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After the initial shock wore off, Dean got down to business. He and Sam quickly packed their duffle bags with what they thought they might need on the trip. When Dean saw Sam adding the shot gun loaded with salt to his pack he raised an eyebrow in Sam's direction. "Isn't that a little overkill for a 3 inch midget?"
Sam just shrugged "Humor me ok, I still have a funny feeling that there may be more here than meets the eye…besides…"
"I know, I know, you can't be too careful…jeez, you should have that put on a bumper sticker!"
Dean looked closely at the ground where he had seen the bushes moving earlier. "I'll be damned, Sam…look…there is a golden trail…faint, but I think we can still follow it…lets go!"
Dean and Sam continued into the forest, paying closer attention to the ground than they ever had done in the past. After a couple of hours of solid hiking, they still were no closer to finding their prey. But just as they were about to give up, they heard the strange high pitched giggle on the breeze.
Dean took off at a quick run, hoping to catch the little thieves before they got too much further ahead. Sam, at his best normally had trouble keeping up with his brother, but he was still sore from his dip in the river. "Dean, wait…"panted Sam, as he lowered himself onto the nearest bolder. Even though his ribs were not broken, he still felt a great deal of pain and was having trouble catching his breath.
Dean turned and was immediately concerned when he saw his younger brother's pale face. Sam was holding his ribs and his face was a mask of pain. "Damn, how could I forget that Sam is still recovering?" Dean turned back and placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Hey bro'…why didn't you say something sooner? Let's take a break…here, have some of this water and a couple of the pain pills the Doc gave us in case you had any trouble."
Sam accepted the pills and water without too much fuss. Dean was even more concerned, Sam normally groused when he was being fussed over. "Sammy, why don't we just set up camp here for the night…its getting close to dusk now anyway and I'm sure that we won't be able to track them much further."
"Thanks Dean…I'm sorry…"
"Shut up with that shit…just relax while I get things set up"
Dean quickly pulled his and Sam's bed rolls from their back packs. He then gathered some wood and started a small fire. He pulled out a can of beans from his pack and soon had dinner ready. As he looked over at his brother, he could see that he was barely staying awake.
"Here Sammy…just eat some of this and then you can sleep…I'll take the first watch tonight"
Sam ate a few bites and then got inside his bed roll. It wasn't long before he was in a deep sleep.
Dean watched the flames flickering as he settled in for the long night. He knew that he wouldn't sleep, not with the little pests roaming the woods. Pixies, he thought…Damn, what's next…dragons?
Dean had started to nod off when he heard a slight rustling nearby. He slowly pulled out his gun and quietly headed in the direction of the rustling. He walked a few steps into the underbrush when he felt something bite his leg. "Son of a bitch! What the hell?" Dean looked down but couldn't see anything in the dark. Realizing he couldn't do anything further, he headed back to the fire.
As he started to sit down on his bed roll, his head suddenly felt heavy. He had a hard time concentrating…forming a thought was almost too much effort. He gazed towards the woods as he heard a soft voice on the wind…"Dean….son…come to me…I need you…come!"
Dean stood up and looked towards the source of the sound…as he walked into the woods he muttered a single word "Mom".
The woods were silent once more…
TBC
Raven524: Do I hear any groans out there? I have to admit this chapter was fun to write...I hope you all enjoy reading it! Of course, there are still a few more twists to this story coming...after all Tinker Bell was known to be a little mischievious. Sorry for the late posting of chapter 6, but I couldn't get it to upload last night. So, hopefully giving you Chapter 7 will redeem me somewhat!. Thanks for all the great guesses and reviews...if you want the story to continue...remember R&R (you never know, I might be led astray by a Pixie unable to finish!)
