Chapter 4 - Busted
Sam wasn't fooled.
The beady black eyes. The fake grin. The thing froze when Sam looked directly at it, but when it thought he wasn't looking it moved. Just a little. Just enough to let Sam know what he was dealing with.
Sometimes the hunts come to you.
Sam went to Dean's room. Dean lay across his bed, reading. The eldest brother wobbled slightly as he sat up. The cast around his broken right leg was a bitch to manuever. He nodded as Sam spoke.
Then:
"We gotta get rid of that damn elf on the shelf," Dean said flatly.
Chapter 5 is next.