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Looney Toons

by

Elfinblue

Act Four

Dean and Sam entered cautiously, checked behind the door, and closed it behind them. Dean took a white powder from his pocket and drops it in a thick line across the bottom of the door.

"Dean, this thing likes salt."

"Powdered dishwashing detergent."

"Ah. Okay, then."

They paced out into the middle of the room, alert, guns ready. Their footfalls echoed in the silence. Dean laid the book down open on the floor and they looked around.

"Think it's here?" Sam asked, his quiet voice reverberating off the stone walls.

Dean shrugged. "Here, monster, monster, monster!"

Somewhere in the shadows, something snarled. The Winchesters exchanged a look.

"So where's he hiding?"

"Where would you hide," Dean asked his brother, "if you were him?"

"I'd paint myself into one of these pictures."

They split up, each taking one side of the room, and examined the pictures by flashlight. Dean's light slid from picture to picture.

The walls were populated by various cartoon characters. Cows grazed in a field. There was a seascape done in pen-and-ink and Baby Fang riding a carousel.

"Gotcha, you little bitch." He raised his voice. "He's over here!"

"You sure about that?"

Dean looked over and Sam shone his light on the wall next to him. There were at least a couple of dozen pictures of Baby Fang in various poses. There was Baby Fang, the cowboy, Baby Fang the sailor, even Baby Fang the surprisingly sexy transvestite. Frowning, Dean squirted the picture next to him with his water gun. The ink ran, but nothing else happened.

"Well, hell."

Turning back to Sam, Dean didn't see part of the seascape painting detach itself, form into Baby Fang and expand into three dimensions in the darkness at his back.

"Dean! Behind you!"

Dean whirled, already shooting his water gun, as Sam ran over to back him up. Baby Fang flung himself at Sam and turned to a puddle of ink in front of him. Sam slipped in it and fell hard.

The monster re-formed right beside him, claws at his throat, but Dean was ready with the water gun and shot it with soapy water. Baby Fang shrieked and ran away. It ran full-tilt at a desk, went flat to go under the desk and re-formed on the other side, still at a full run.

Dean was hot on its tail, shooting streams of water and vicious swear words at it. It snarled and darted past the easel, catching it with its tail and tossing it in his path. He tripped over it and smacked into the ground, losing his gun.

Baby Fang turned back and slashed at him, but now Sam was up again and shooting. Dean regained his weapon. Baby Fang was leading Sam in a clockwise chase around the lighthouse. Dean circled widdershins and between the two of them they trapped him in the angle where the staircase, spiraling down from the light, met the ground floor.

Using his stinger as a pen, Baby Fang drew a hole in the wall and dived through.

"Can he do that?" Dean demanded, outraged.

"No!" Sam said decisively.

Together they shot twin streams of soapy water at the hole. It melted from the wall and Baby Fang shots out, snarling, and darted between them.

The book lay open in the middle of the floor. Baby Fang saw it and focused on it. With Sam and Dean fast on his heels he raced across the flagstone floor and dived onto the page. Immediately he discovered he was trapped. He snarled and twisted in two dimensional rage, but he couldn't get free.

Breathing hard, Dean and Sam walked over, side by side. Their footsteps echoed in the empty building. Dean reached down and flipped the cover closed. He picked it up and held it up triumphantly.

"Well, I'd say that closes the book on this case."

Sam groaned and squirted him in the face with his water gun.

Back outside in the driveway, they repacked their supplies in the trunk while the remains of the book smoldered nearby. As he put his water gun away, Dean "accidentally" squirted Sam in the face.

"Watch it! I have some ammunition left too, y'know!"

"Do you? Good. Save it!" He took Sam's water gun and put it next to his own in the trunk, slamming the trunk lid. "Maybe we can use it... tonight!"

They went up and opened the car doors.

"Why?" Sam asked, as they got in the car. "What are we gonna do tonight, Dean?"

"The same thing we do every night, Sammy!"

They slammed the car doors.

"Try to save the world!"

As they drove away, the night closed over them until all that was visible was a pair of taillights looking like twin bullseyes.

And...

THAT'S ALL FOLKS!