A/N Here we go, a weird journey is unfolding...
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Sam felt like he's been walking for hours, but he was sure it was only because his head hurt so bad. He had
reached up and felt a cut, a large swelling, and a mass of sticky half dried blood, but his skull seemed intact. It
just ached in a blinding rhythm in time with his footsteps, and his eyes felt like they were pulsing along in
sympathy.
He came to a fork in the cave, this time Vadar just whimpered, not indicating any particular tunnel to take. Sam
was at a loss to figure out how to find Dean, he didn't want to take the wrong one and be stuck looking in the
wrong direction while his brother lay bleeding, waiting for him to come. He started down one passage, and Vadar
planted his feet, still whimpering, refusing to go any further. He tried the next passage, and the dog did the same
thing. That was no help. He was all right with leaving the dog behind, as saving Dean was a bigger priority, and
Vadar would probably find his way out anyway, he guessed.
What to do, what to do? He knew Dean was waiting for him, and that Dean was hurt, or worse…. No, not worse.
Maybe tied up, or unconscious, not worse.
He was ok. He had to be.
He had to be.
He slumped against the wall, and glanced back the way he'd come. Off in the distance there was a faint glow on
the roof and walls….footprints?
Of course! Sam turned off his torch, which caused Vadar to let out a startled little yelp. He reached down and
patted the dog's flank to reassure him, and waited for the glow that would show him which passage to take.
Nothing in the first cavern. He checked the second, and there, on the roof, were several scrambled prints, like
something had run along the roof. Figures. The way they were hit without warning, it must've dropped from the
ceiling.
He tucked Vadar's leash around his collar, and gave him a last pat. "Up to you now, boy" Sam told him. "You can
wait here, or find your way back."
He shouldered his pack and headed down the tunnel. Vadar whined, then let out a few sharp yelps, distressed at
being left alone. After a few minutes he ran up to Sam, but walked behind him, a frightened growl punctuating
the darkness every so often.
"I know, dude" Sam whispered to the dog "It's spooky. But we gotta find Dean"
He realised there was a smell…no, a stench, it smelled like animal piss and death. Must be going the right way.
Nothing good ever smelled like that.
Vadar's growls grew louder, and Sam slowed, more cautious, aware every step could lead him to the monster that
had taken his brother. He fanned the torch around, taking in floor, walls, and ceiling with every sweep. There
were the scrabbling, glowing tracks, but no sign of the monster.
No sign of Dean, either.
He felt frustration compound the throbbing in his head, but didn't let it make him throw caution away, and he
steadily moved forward, slowly, stealthily, knowing he would soon find his brother.
His torch hit on a bulky object in front of him, and Vadar stopped dead in his tracks.
He moved forward, slower, still sweeping the torch, but also playing it across the object, trying to figure out what
it was.
The stench grew stronger, and he wished for a free hand to cover his mouth. He felt like he was going to throw
up, the smell was so bad.
He crept forward, finally getting a clearer picture of what the object was.
There was a large pile of rotting entails, carcasses and bodies, both human and not.
Some were animals, some…well, he just couldn't tell.
Then, he swore the pile moved, just a little. There, again, it moved.
And again! This time, a sharp, shrill giggling followed the movement, and a scurried whisper caught the darkness,
and hung just on the edge of his senses.
Vadar growled, and lunged forward, attacking the pile, and sharp squeals echoed out around Sam.
Vadar yelped and pulled back, Sam still shone the torch at the pile, but didn't move. His brother could be in that
pile.
"Bad dog" asmall, child like voice called out.
"Bad dog " another voice, almost cartoon like.
"He shouldn't attack us" another spoke.
"Shouldn't attack us"
"Bad Dog"
"Bad"
"We should eat him"
"Eat the dog"
"Bad dog"
"Bad dog taste bad"
And the voices all erupted in a cacophony of shrill laughter.
Sam froze, caught in shock and surprise.
"Hello?" he called out.
"Hello"
"It says Hello"
"Big giant man"
"Big giant man says hello"
"Big giant man might eat us!"
This made the little cartoon voices erupt into laughter again. Sam counted at least five different voices, but that
laughter seemed to indicate there were many more little creatures.
"Who is there?" he asked, softly, so as not to cause alarm. "My name is Sam."
"Sam"
"Sam"
"Big giant man is Sam"
"Big giant Sam"
"Sam I am"
"I am Sam"
They laughed again.
"I just wanna talk" Sam told them. "I'm looking for my bother."
"Talk"
"He wants to talk"
"Sam I am wants to talk."
"Giant Sam wants to talk"
"Sam I am has a gun"
"A gun"
"Sam I am has a gun"
"Giant Sam I am will shoot us"
"Shoot us"
"Kill us and eat us"
"Sam I am eat us"
"Shoot and eat us"
Sam looked at his gun, and carefully placed it into the waistband of his jeans, at the front, making sure it was
easy to grab.
"I am just looking for my brother. Have you seen him?"
The voices giggled and whispered, Sam couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Brother" one called out.
"Brother"
"Sam I am has a brother"
"Giant Sam. Giant Brother"
"Brother eat us?"
"We eat brother!" and the giggles started again.
"Look" Sam said, trying to find one of the creatures in amongst the shifting pile of grossness. "Look. I don't want
to hurt anybody. And I'm not gonna eat anybody. I think my brother is hurt, and it would be great if you could help
me find him"
Giggles again.
"Help you"
"Help you find him"
"Help giant Sam"
"Help Sam I am find his brother"
Help Sam eat his brother"
"Eat Sam's brother"
"Eat Sam"
"Eat Sam. Eat his brother"
Sam felt exasperated. "NO! No one is going to eat anyone." He took a breath to calm himself, and immediately
regretted it as he pulled in the cloying sickness of the rotted flesh. He dry heaved, and tried again. "I just want to
find my brother and get out of here. Something took him"
The laughter broke out again, the shrill voices cutting through the pain in his head like broken glass.
"Something took him"
"Something took the giant Sam brother"
"Something took the Sam brother"
"Find the brother"
"He doesn't know"
"Doesn't know where he is"
"Doesn't know who took him"
They laughed again.
"Will you help me?" Sam asked, his patience wearing thin, but unsure of how to get these weird creatures to
cooperate.
"Help him"
"Wants us to help him"
"Giant Sam thinks we can help"
"Help Giant Sam"
"He doesn't know"
"Sam doesn't know"
"Doesn't know we took him"
"Took giant Sam's brother"
"Eat him!"
"Eat giant Sam brother!"
"What?" Sam yelled, pulled his gun out, but something banged him on the back of the head, knocking him out.
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Bobby heard something. He stopped, listening intently, but it had stopped. He swept his flashlight around, making
sure he kept an eye on the roof, as well as the tunnel before him. No, he couldn't hear anything, so he trudged
on.
There it was again…a sort of…what was that? Birds?
No, it was laughing. Like, high pitched, munchkin laughter. Off in the distance, echoing back to him.
He walked on a bit more, and he heard it again, only this time, he thought he heard a man's voice, as well. Then
he heard a dog bark, and started to run. He came to a split in the tunnel, and was about to turn off his torch
again when he heard the laughter from the second entrance. He headed in, and this time heard the man's voice
again…. Sam, he was sure it was Sam.
That laughter followed, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. He slowed a little, more cautious,
sweeping the torch around the large tunnel, until the light caught movement on the floor. There was a large
shape, and there seemed to be dozens of small creatures crawling all over it. Bobby stepped closer, and the small
creatures started to squeal and scuttle away from the light.
Bobby stepped closer, and realised it was Sam on the ground, Vadar was huddled back, crouched in a terrified ball
near the disgusting pile of…what the hell was that?
He grabbed Sam's shoulders, and gently shook him. "C'mon boy, wake up" he urged "Sam? Sam, can you hear
me?"
"Sam"
"Giant Sam"
"Sam I am wake up"
"Wake up"
"Sam I am can't hear me"
"Giant Sam can't hear me"
Sam groaned, and coughed, his eyes fluttered open.
"Thank God" muttered Bobby, and the voices squealed.
"He said it"
"Angry man said it"
"You shouldn't say it"
"Giant Sam didn't say it"
"What in the hell are those things?" Sam asked Bobby, as he sat up, groggy, but sound.
"You ok, Sam?" Bobby asked him, and felt the lump on his head, this on the back. "Looks like you've gone a coupla
rounds, here"
"Yeah" he groaned, and pulled up to his feet, swaying just a little. "I got knocked out, twice. I think these guys
knocked me out the second time. Did you knock me out?" he turned and yelled at the pile of yech.
"Knocked him out"
"Knocked out Giant Sam"
"Clunked him good"
"Sam hit the deck"
"Sam I am crashed to the deck"
"Saved Giant Sam"
"Made I am Sam safe"
"Wait…what?" Sam looked at Bobby, who looked just as confused as he felt. "These guys said they took Dean" he
told him.
"They took Dean?" Bobby asked. "Are you sure? They're tiny, how could they knock you out and take your
brother?"
"I don't know. They keep talking in these confusing, broken sentences, about eating everything" Sam rubbed his
face, and swayed a little. Bobby caught his arm to steady him.
"Maybe sit down a bit, boy" he soothed, and Sam complied. "We gotta find Dean, Bobby. He's hurt, and he's all
alone" he turned his puppy dog eyes up at Bobby.
"I know, son, but we gotta figure out what we got here." He rummaged through his duffel, and handed Sam a
bottle of water. "Did you get a chance to see what these things are before they clunked you?"
Sam shook his head, and winced at the movement. Bobby produced a couple of Tylenol, and Sam swallowed them
gratefully.
"They're tiny, and annoying, and I think they live in that pile of stink" he took another swig of the water. "But I
don't think they're what we're hunting. Too small."
"You're right" Bobby agreed. "I think they're urchins" He shone his torch over to the pile producing such an
offensive odour. "They're a type of elf, and they're supposed to be extinct." He wrinkled his nose. "Just like a lot of
things lately. I'm thinking they're drawn to the pile of crap there, which was probably left by the thing we're
hunting." He walked closer to the pile. "Am I right?" he asked it.
"Talks to us"
"Asks us a question"
"Angry man asks a question"
"Angry man knows what we are "
"Tell him the truth?"
"Knock him on the head"
"Knock angry man on the head and eat him!"
Bobby pulled a sawn off out of his duffel. "Hit the angry man on the head and he'll unload a ton of lead in yer
asses" He pointed it at the pile. "Now send out someone in charge."
Silence followed his threat, then quietly, small, fearful whispers filtered through, then silence again claimed the
dark.
"Angry man waiting" Bobby stated.
"Angry man waiting" echoed a small voice.
"Angry man will shoot us"
"Angry man wants to speak to us"
"Angry man scares us"
"Scares us"
"Scared"
"Bullshit. Git yer ass out here or I'll give yah something to be scared about" Bobby yelled back.
A small scurrying, more whispers, then a small creature plopped on the ground in front of him.
It stood no more than two foot high, and was dark, wearing a cloak of some rough fabric, that covered its entire
body, baggy sleeves only allowing small black clawed hands to show, and no facial features peaked out of the
hood at all.
"Yer ass is out here" it said, and Bobby's torch reflected off tiny white teeth.
"Ass is out"
"Out with Angry man"
"Angry man wants to speak" echoed the small creatures companions from the pile behind it.
"What are you?" Sam asked.
The little thing turned to face him.
"Yer Ass" it replied.
"No, really, what are you? What is your name?"
The little creature just stood there, and then shrugged.
"Yer Ass" it pointed at Bobby. "Angry man said get Yer Ass."
"Yer Ass"
"Get Yer Ass out here"
"Scared"
"Scared of angry man"
"Not scared of Sam"
"Sam I am not scary" the companions called out.
Bobby gave a little huff of a laugh. "Yer name is Yer Ass?"
The little creature nodded. " Uh Uh Uh Rass. Says Urass"
"Name is Urass"
"Urass"
"Urass is name"
"Wow" Sam shook his head. "That's one unfortunate name"
Bobby nodded in agreement. "Ok, Urass, just what the hell are you?"
The small creature just stood there. Sam touched Bobby's arm. "Um, Urass?" The creature faced him. "Look. My
brother is missing. We think something bad took him. You said you took him. Can you tell me where he is?"
Urass stood silent. He shrugged, then turned to the pile behind him. "Sam I Am wants his brother"
"Giant Sam wants brother"
"Giant brother is wanted"
I am Sam wants his brother"
"Knock his brother on the head"
"Eat Sam I am brother. Knock him on the head and eat him"
"There will be no eating of anyone!" Sam exclaimed, startling Urass, who jumped in fright. "I just want to know
where he is. Please, Urass, please, can you tell me?"
"Giant man said please"
"Sam I am ask for help"
"Giant Sam wants his brother"
"Asks us please for help"
"Asks us please"
"Says Please"
Urass listened to the voices from the pile, and stepped forward. "Urass can take Sam I am and Angry Man to Sam
brother. Sam and Angry Man can follow Urass"
"Follow Urass"
"Angry man and Giant Sam follow Urass"
"Find Sam I Am brother"
"I am Sam said Please"
"Urass help Sam and Angry Man"
"Okay, then" Said Bobby. He picked up his duffel, and handed Sam his pack. "Let's go find Giant Sam brother"
Vadar whimpered, but jumped up to take his place beside Sam, and they headed off, around the putrid pile of stench.
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A/N I hope you like this one, it's kinda weird, and does continue to go there for a little. Please leave a word or two for review, if you can...