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rawr.baby- Yeah, we did model the girls off of the elves from the 'Lord of the Rings' books. We also did some research into elves in some books on Wicca, and old Eurpoean legends and folklore. Please keep reading and reviewing.

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CHAPTER 3

Back in the other room, the Winchester Brothers were just finishing up getting ready for the day themselves. As Dean sat up, just now waking up, Sam stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, pulling on his shoes. The last twelve hours were some of the most interesting he had had in the last couple of weeks. The girls they had met last night, something was off about them. They were not evil…of that he was sure, but then if he voiced that opinion to Dean, he knew he would be reminded of the psychotic bitch demoness they had exorcised just before they and their dad had confronted the Demon the first time. And Sam really did not want to start fighting.

Nevertheless, he could not shake the feeling that they needed to talk more with the girls. Looking up at his brother, a rare occurrence as he stood four inches taller, Sam said, "Dean, I really think we need to talk more with Isolde and Melangell…"

Dean cut him off with a wave of his hand. "No, no but hell no little brother. There's no way in hell I'd ever go anywhere near that chick."

Sam raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You like her," he shook his head ruefully, "I don't believe this, Dean Winchester, womanizer and flirt of the year is upset because a girl didn't immediately fall for his charm."

Grabbing the nearest pillow, Dean chucked it at Sam, hitting the younger Winchester dead on in the head. Then, ignoring Sam's laughter, Dean walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Fifteen minutes later, Dean walked out, dressed in blue jeans, white t-shirt, a blue button up and his biker boots.

"Come on, let's go get some breakfast," Dean said as he grabbed the keys to the Impala, the hotel room, his wallet and leather jacket.

Sam raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Dean, I was the one who was ready before you even got up," he goaded. Sam held in his laughter. Sometimes there were opportunities he just could not pass up when it came to goading Dean into a bantering session. It was at least one of the few "normal" things they could do without having the supernatural hanging over them.

Dean threw Sam a dirty look, "Whatever early bird," the dirty look turned into one of concern. "You sleep all right last night?"

"Kind of," Sam answered as the left the hotel room.

"Gonna elaborate on that psychic boy?" Dean questioned. He had been about to ask if Sam had another nightmare or premonition when he caught sight of the two girls from the day before leaning against his baby. "What do you think you're doing? Get off my car," Dean nearly yelled.

Melangell smirked as she stayed leaning against the car. Isolde had pushed herself up and off the car, "Good morning to you too Dean," she turned to Sam, "Morning Sam, do you guys mind if we join you for breakfast?"

Dean nodded and moved to get into the driver's seat of Impala. Sam was about to respond, when he noticed Dean waving his hands and mouthing, "No, no, no, but hell no!" Sam gave Dean an innocent look and replied, "Sure, we can all get to know one another better."

Isolde beamed and grabbed her shocked sister's arm, dragging her into the back of the Impala, Sam following, getting into the passenger seat, all completely oblivious to the looks that Dean was shooting between them and Sam. However, Sam knew that Dean would get him back…somehow. Oh well, such is life, right? The foursome drove to the nearest diner and all walked inside.

As they walked over to an empty booth, Dean and Sam could not help but sneak looks at the girls. It was strange, not knowing how these two girls were able to read them so well. But the fact was that the boys wanted to find out what ever the girls knew, and the only way to do that was by talking with them.

Looking at Melangell, Dean could not help but wonder what it was about her that always pressed his buttons. She was sarcastic, could be bitchy, and told him where he got off. Shrugging to himself, he went to the booth and found that Sam and Isolde were sharing one side of the booth, and Melangell was in the other.

Fixing Isolde and Sam with a glare, he said, "I am not sharing a seat with her."

Melangell raised an eyebrow, and kept her mouth shut, though there was a hint of a smirk on her face. Isolde and Sam shared a look, they then turned to Dean and Sam said, "Shut up Dean. Just sit down and for once in your life be civil."

Dean threw Sam and Isolde a glare that said 'fine, but I don't have to like it', but took his seat next to Melangell anyway. The girls picked up their menus, and began looking at the breakfast section, completely oblivious to the thoughts that were running through the brother's heads.

Since Sam and Dean knew the kind of food that was served in places like this, they didn't need the menus. Instead, they allowed their minds to wander, both of them wondering just who and what the girls were. Just before the girls put their menus down, Dean nodded at Sam, signaling Sam was the one to start their "interrogation".

"So," Sam began, sipping his water, "where are you two ladies from?"

Melangell and Isolde shared a look, neither of the brothers realizing that the girls were actually having a conversation.

What do we tell them? Melangell asked her voice panicky.

I say we tell them the truth, we're going to have to tell them sometime and if it's later, they will be even more upset. Isolde replied calmly. She was sure that the boys were going to be understanding and would believe them.

But Isolde, you know how they feel about supernatural beings. Melangell whined. What are we going to do if they freak out?

Then we just do our best to get the hell outta here. Isolde replied sarcastically. Honestly, what do you take me for, you know what to do.

Melangell nodded, acquiescing the argument to Isolde. Isolde was right, as she usually is when it came to dealing with people. I just hope this won't blowup in our faces, Melangell thought silently.

Isolde, after sipping her own water, looked at Sam and Dean. "You two have been hunting for years, right?" Dean and Sam both nodded. "Have you ever come across other mythical beings, other than demons and spirits I mean?"

"Of course," Dean replied, looking at Isolde curiously. Where the hell was she going with this? And what did it have to do with her and Melangell. "There've been shtrigas, shape shifters, and even a couple of mermaids and even some gremlins."

A light bulb went off in Sam's mind's eye as he read between the lines of what Isolde was talking about. "Isolde, why are you asking about that?"

Isolde shot Sam a weak smile. "Have either of you, in any of your travels, heard of elves or of the fae?"

Sam and Dean both shook their heads. Neither of them had ever heard of elves or the fae truly existing. They both put the legends off to make believe and fantasy. Both of them were wondering just what Isolde was playing at. Why was she bringing up mythical beings who didn't exist.

"Well," Isolde looked at the brothers nervously. "Mel and I are both elves," she tucked a piece of hair behind the ear that was closer to Sam, so no one would see it.