Chapter 10: Bogarts

"We have a problem." Dean said as he slammed the door to the Impala. He waited for Sam and Shelly to get situated before speeding out of the parking lot.

"Dude," Sam said reaching up to grab the handle above his window as Dean squealed around a corner, "Where are we going?"

"Breakfast." Dean shrugged.

"Do we have to win a road rally to get there?"

Dean frowned innocently and then shrugged, "I'm starving. It's like ten o'clock already."

Sam smirked with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "So what's this problem?"

"Jeremy isn't going to be any help. He won't tell us about this thing and frankly I can't blame him. It's like some kind of imaginary friend gone Fatal Attraction. He said the thing went after his brother because he was being mean to Jeremy. He doesn't want to talk about him because he's afraid it will come after us next."

"He's probably right."

"Why? Do you know what this thing is?"

"Not exactly, but I think I know where to start looking."

Dean gave Sam an expectant look and Sam shrugged. "It sounds like it's some sort of pixie." He shrugged.

Dean just looked confused for a moment, having no idea what a pixie is. "A pixie?" Shelly repeated, sounding equally as confused. "Isn't that just another name for a fairy?"

"It's a type of fairy, yes."

"A fairy?" Dean repeated in disbelief, "Are you kidding me?"

Sam shrugged, forcing Dean to burst into laughter. "So you're telling me you got the crap kicked out of you by a sparkly little hot chick with wings and a magic wand?"

"Not all fairies are like Tinkerbelle, Dean."

Dean smiled at the mention of the Disney favorite. "That's too bad," he smirked, "Cause she is one smokin' hot chick."

"She's a cartoon." Shelly laughed.

"She's still hot."

Shelly frowned and Sam tried not to, but he laughed at Dean's absurdity. Minutes later they were being shown to a booth. The boys each took a seat across from one another and Shelly suddenly found herself confused as to which side of the table she should sit on. Dean smirked when he saw her predicament, but Sam was already reaching for his computer, completely clueless. Finally Shelly chose to sit next to Sam, and when she scooted up next to him he moved over to give her room without ever looking up, not realizing that she's gotten close to him on purpose.

Dean sat back and watched, completely amused by Shelly's failed attempts for Sam's attention. He giggled at the annoyed look on Shelly's face and shrugged playfully when she glared at him. With a sigh, Shelly looked at the open laptop and pushed it closed. "Do you ever just eat breakfast?" she asked when Sam looked at her confused.

Sam was taken aback by the question and the look on his face was so priceless that Dean finally burst into laughter. After sending Dean an icy glare, Sam forced an awkward smile to Shelly and slowly slipped his computer back in its case. "That's better," she said, pushing her menu in front of him.

Sam felt her inch closer to him and was never more relieved to see a waiter in all his life.

After Dean ordered just about everything on the breakfast menu he watched his brother squirm nervously in his seat for a minute and then decided to throw him a bone. "So, what makes you think killer Tinkerbelle has latched herself onto Jeremy?"

"Because that's what pixies do. Well, not the killing part, that's new, but they latch onto families and cause all kinds of mischief." Sam said with renewed excitement, relieved by the onset of conversation. "And their pranks usually target the most unruly of the group."

Sam frowned when he was met with two very skeptical looks. "Think about it," he began again, "Pixies originated in Europe, mainly Ireland, Whales and Northern England."

"That's where Karen is from."

"I know, and that curse she told me about? It doesn't sound like a curse to me at all; it sounds more like a haunting. Her bad luck isn't bad luck."

"It's just a bunch of pranks?" Shelly asked as she began to put the pieces together.

"Exactly."

"Well that doesn't make any sense." Dean argued, "Karen said her family's been cursed for generations. The damn thing wouldn't follow her across the sea, it would stay with the house it haunted."

"It would if the family left the house for good. Pixies are notorious for driving families so crazy that they move to get away from it, but the joke is that the pixies pack up and go with them. It's like their best prank."

Dean thought about it for a moment until a giant plate of food was placed in front of him and he suddenly lost his train of thought. Once he had a few bites in his growling stomach, he looked back at his brother. "Ok then," he said, shoving another huge bite of food into his mouth, "How do we kill it?"

"Well that's where it gets tricky."

"Tricky how?"

"There are a lot of different types of pixies, each with their own lore on the subject. I don't know what kind we're dealing with. I've never heard of one so evil."

"You know," Dean said forcing the food in his mouth to one side in order to talk, "I find the fact that you know so much about fairies kind of disturbing."

"I took a mythology class." Sam said defensively, "I thought it was kind of appropriate considering the family business."

"Alright, alright." Dean chuckled, "So let's just start with all the kinds of pixies that have the potential to be nasty and we'll narrow it down."

"That's just the thing, there's only one way to make a pixie get nasty."

"What's that?"

"Well old English folklore says that if you give your pixie a name, they turn into something called a bogart."

"What's a bogart?"

"It's sort of the black sheep of the pixie family. They're evil sons of bitches. Instead of pulling pranks on the naughty people, they start punishing them, and they have a demonic taste for torture."

"So they just give the bastard a name and the damn thing turns into Freddy?"

"Basically," Sam shrugged, "And naming a pixie is the only way to create a bogart, but that's what has me stumped. Karen had no idea what she was dealing with. She thought she was cursed with bad luck so she couldn't have given it a name. There has to be some other type of pixie that I don't know about. Some other reason for its turning evil all the sudden."

"Oh God." Shelly whispered, forcing both Sam and Dean to question her with worried looks. "Bogey."

"Huh?" Dean asked.

"Shelly, what is it?" Sam said in a much softer tone.

"It was Jeremy. I practically forced him to do it."

"What are you talking about?"

Shelly's eyes filled with tears and Sam felt her body shiver next to his. He instinctively put his arm around her and squeezed her tightly. "This weekend I went out to see my dad and Karen for sort of an early anniversary dinner. While I was there Jeremy told me all about this imaginary friend. I thought it was cute so I asked him what his name was and he told me he didn't have one." Shelly's voice cracked as horrific guilt settled into her heart. "I told him that he couldn't have an imaginary friend without a name and said he should pick one for him."

"It's not your fault." Sam whispered pulling Shelly further into his arms. "You didn't know."

"He said he was going to call him Bogey because he lived in his closet just like the bogeyman except that Bogey was nice. I told him it was a great name and said I was happy he was there because then he would scare off the real bogeyman."

Shelly finally broke out into sobs, burying her face in Sam's shoulder as she cried. Sam felt awful for her but pulled her away from him and forced her to look into his eyes. "You can't blame yourself." He said, "And at least now we know exactly what we're dealing with."

"Yeah," Dean added, "And now we can kill it."

"Not exactly." Sam said. "But we can send him back to hell where he belongs."

"What are you talking about?"

Sam looked at his brother and shrugged. "Pixies aren't your typical spirit per say, they're actually closer to demons."

"They're immortal?"

"Yup, and the only way to get rid of them is to call them out into the open and exercise the house, or in this case the closet, they live in."

"Well then," Dean said cleaning off the last few scraps on his plate, "What are we waiting for?"