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Chapter 8 Wishes
A few hours later Buttercup sat in the middle of a daisy watching Dean grimace in pain as he tried to find a comfortable position. Sighing heavily
"Don't you wish they could see us and we could talk to them Peri?"
Awakened by her sister's voice Periwinkle croaked hoarsely, "Now why would I want that?" She didn't bother to open her eyes, but yawned and snuggled into the center of her soft petaled bed.
"Well I wish we could," she sighed wistfully. She flicked her wings and sighed in frustration, yellow pixie dust flew around the room. She didn't realize what she had done until it was too late.
In the bed beside her Dean groaned as he turned in his sleep. Buttercup sighed unhappily, but she didn't know what to do. Laying her head on the pillow only inches from his face she studied him for the tenth time in the last ten minutes. She saw the lines of pain etched in his forehead, but she also saw the crinkle of laughter at the corner of his eyes. She wanted him to laugh, needed him to laugh.
He looked tired with dark smudges beneath his eyes. Her heart was filled with sorrow; knowing she had caused some of his pain. Watching him sleep she wondered what it would be like to kiss his lips. Her mom and dad kissed all the time and it was like watching a spider building its web, intriguing, but rather dull.
She didn't notice when his eye lids fluttered open.
At first Dean thought he was dreaming and blinked a couple more times to make sure he wasn't He wondered why he didn't swat the little bug, any other time that would have been his first inclination. It went against everything he'd been taught to let the creature live. Something stayed his hand. Then he took a closer look.
Lying on the bed a few inches from his nose was a teensy tiny person with wings. He was afraid to move for fear of startling the tiny creature. He didn't have to wait long before the pixie's eyes caught his.
Tiny lips pursed in confusion – she had forgotten her wish.
"Hello," Dean whispered.
Startled Buttercup shot into the air grabbing hold of the little chain beneath the ceiling fan as a jangle of bells shattered the stillness of the room. She screeched and prepared for flight when Dean leaned his head back to get a better look at her. His stillness made her pause.
Dean smiled wryly. So this was a pixie! The little creature fit the description in his dad's journal. This is what had been causing all their troubles the last couple of days. He had to admit, it had been entertaining - at times!
At a loss, he took a deep breath and whispered quietly, "I won't hurt you."
"Promise," she replied.
"Cross my heart," Dean whispered his right hand reaching up to make an X across his chest.
"Cross your heart," Buttercup whispered following his example, "What does that mean?"
It was a childish gesture, but he didn't know what else to do. "It means I have to keep my promise or the boogey man will get me."
"Oh no, not the boogey man," the little pixie screeched.
Dean smiled, "Yeah the boogey man."
Buttercup's fear melted away, knowing no one would willingly face the boogeyman.
The little yellow pixie let go of the chain. Her wings fluttered as she slowly dropped to sit on the pillow beside him.
"I'm Dean," he told her softly.
"I'm Buttercup," the little pixie whispered.
"Nice to meet you Buttercup," Dean whispered. Settling back against the pillow, he made the mistake of stretching his injured leg. Groaning softly he closed his eyes.
Buttercup cried out at the sound, tiny sparkling tears filling her eyes.
Startled Dean opened his eyes, and swore softly, "Did I hurt you," he whispered?
"No, not me - you," the little pixie admonished. "I can make it better, take the pain away," she told him shyly.
Memories of Grizzly Mutt returned. "Did you take the pain away before," Dean wondered.
Buttercup hung her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm sorry about the first time, I used too much pixie dust. I got it right after that."
Dean chuckled remembering the agony that had torn through his body after Grizzly Mutt had been taken care of, "Its ok, it only hurt for a second," he lied not wanting to hurt her feelings. Then he wondered if he was going soft, talking to a pixie.
Dean's sighed wishing he could let her take the pain away, but this time he couldn't. "Not this time Buttercup, too many people know I got hurt. If the wound just disappeared it would cause a stir. Normal people don't handle that sort of thing very well."
"Normal people – you handled it, are you not normal," the little pixie piped in?
Dean snorted, but smiled at the little pixie. "Sammy and I are far from normal," he replied quietly.
"Well I like not normal," Buttercup chirped, which made Dean smile again.
"How did you get hurt," she asked curiously?
"A nasty creature tried to attack some children, I couldn't let that happen," he breathed fiercely.
"That's horrible. I hate those creatures. I don't think you should have anything to do with them."
Dean sighed wishing he didn't have to deal with the creatures. Wishing his mother and father were still alive and the yellow eyed demon thrown back to hell. He didn't voice the wish. Unsure how pixie dust worked he didn't want Buttercup thinking she could facedown a demon.
"It's my job, it's what Sammy and I do. Hunt down these creatures and send them back to hell."
"Hell," Buttercup repeated. "I don't like that word, what does it mean?"
"You don't really want to know Buttercup and you certainly don't want to go visit. It's a place of nightmares," he whispered beneath his breath.
"That's what my mother said about you. Said humans were creatures out of our nightmares. I like this nightmare," the little pixie added innocently.
Dean shook his head a smile again tilting his lips as listened to the little Pixie share her thoughts and adventures with him.
Maybe it was exhaustion or his injury. Maybe it was something else. He listened, smiling at her antics and for some unknown reason very much enjoying the little pixie's company.
Buttercup was happy. She had gotten her human to smile and it filled her big heart with joy. She vowed to never hurt him again. She only hoped she could keep Periwinkle in check. "Oh no," she breathed."
"Oh no – what," Dean echoed.
"I made a silly wish, I didn't mean to but Periwinkle is going to be really mad at me."
"What was your wish," Dean asked cautiously.
"I wished that we could see and talk to you. I didn't mean to, I was just thinking out loud."
"And your wish came true," Dean chuckled.
"Yes and Peri will be mad."
"Well, she'll get over it once she gets to know us," Dean told her.
Buttercup snorted, "You don't know her. Periwinkle will rant and rave and get really upset at me for doing something she told me not to do."
"Sounds like Sam," Dean laughed.
A few seconds later Sam's sleepy voice interrupted them asking, "Dean who you talking too?"
"Buttercup," he chuckled.
"Oh," was all Sam replied, not truly digesting the information, a few seconds later, thinking his brother was running a fever and delirious Sam shot up in bed asking, "You feeling ok?"
"I'm fine, now go back to sleep we'll talk about it in the morning."
Ignoring his brother's words, Sam reached over and felt Dean's forehead. "You're not running a fever," he stated quietly.
Dean groaned and pointed to the little pixie sitting on the pillow beside him, "Buttercup I'd like you to meet my brother Sam. Sam this is Buttercup."
Buttercup giggled and whispered "Hello."
"Hi," Sam whispered in shock unsure whether he was awake or dreaming. "Ummm, I'm going back to sleep."
"Good idea," Dean chuckled.
Crawling beneath the covers, Sam growled. "Go to sleep!"
"He's right," Buttercup whispered, "You are supposed to be resting."
The novelty of talking to the pixie had captured Dean's attention and thought he wouldn't admit it a piece of his heart. He had pushed the exhaustion and pain to the back of his mind, now the throbbing ache in his leg made him grit his teeth. Tempted beyond words to have the little Pixie heal the gash, he sighed and reached for the pain killers on the table. Popping two into his mouth he washed it down with the bottle of water Sam had left on the table.
"G'Night Buttercup," he whispered.
"G'Night Dean," the little pixie whispered. When his eyelids fluttered closed the little yellow pixie hovered above him. Reaching into the pouch at her belt the little pixie took a tiny handful and sprinkled it into the air. "Sleep happy," she whispered before placing a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.
From the other bed, Sam watched the pixie through slitted eyes. "Thank you Buttercup," he whispered softly.
Buttercup whirled to see him watching her, giggling softly she waved shyly and darted into the bouquet of flowers.
Sam grinned to himself and settled back down beneath the covers. He had to admit she was cute. A little yellow pixie meant yellow pixie dust. Periwinkle was not going to be a surprise.
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An hour later, with the moon high in the sky the little yellow pixie laid on the pillow still watching Dean. Tinkling bells whispered a contented tune. Periwinkle was snoring softly a few flowers away.
Everyone was asleep.
Shooting into the air she slipped out of the room and into the garden. Tiny hands knocked on the door to the little Gnome's home. "T'Nath," she called urgently. When she didn't get an answer she called again.
A voice out of the darkness startled her and she jumped into the safety of the tree.
"I am here little one," T'Nath called. The little gnome stood at the base of the tree one of Aunt B's snickerdoodle cookies in his hand.
Arms crossed over her chest the little pixie frowned, "You scared me."
"I'm sorry little one, I did not mean too," he whispered solemnly.
Lifting his hand he offered her a bite of his cookie, which she refused with a smile and shake of her head. "What brings you to my home this dark night little one," he asked slowly still munching his cookie.
Buttercup floated downward to hover in the air beside the little gnome. "I need your help," she whispered quickly.
"If I can help I surely will," the little Gnome answered solemnly."
Cupping her hands she whispered her question into his ear.
A wide smile crossed the old Gnome's face. Happily he answered her questions giving her the directions she needed.
Clapping her hands in glee the little pixie pelted the gnome with a myriad of questions. Shouting "Thank you," she spiraled into the air heading into town.
The little pixie zipped through the streets of Eddy hunting for an old Victorian house with a yellow rose bush near the front door. Slipping into the house she wrinkled her nose at the strange smell. Heading up the stairs she peeked into each room until she found what she was looking for. Hovering over the sleeping form flickering wings sent a light spray of yellow dust over the tiny figure huddled in the bed. Sighing happily she made her wish.
Tinkling bells of joyous music echoed through the room waking a small boy.