AN: I do not own Supernatural, the plot, or characters. I only own Fae, any unknown dialogue, and plot that is unrecognized.
Hospital
A nurse zips up a body bag and he and another nurse roll it out of the room while the doctor watches from the corridor. Fae and Dean come up behind him.
"What happened," Fae asks looking at the body curiously.
"Guy got electrocuted," the doctor says.
"Any idea how," Dean asks.
"Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far, we haven't found anything," the doctor says.
"Were there any witnesses," Fae asks.
"Yeah, guy in there—Mr. Stanley," the doctors says nodding at the old man who was sitting in the chair, looking out the window. "He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile."
"Thanks," Fae says. Dean and her enter the room as the doctor leaves. "Um, Mr. Stanley?"
"It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work," Mr. Stanley says looking utterly terrified.
"What would work," Dean asks.
Stanley looks at Dean and says, "All I did was shake his hand." Stanley holds out his hand: he's holding a joy buzzer. Fae and Dean look at it and each other.
At the Motel
Dean puts on a pair of goggles and a pair of gloves. He adjusts the goggles and picks up the joy buzzer. He looks at the joy buzzer for a moment, then turns to Sam and Fae.
"You ready," Dean asks.
"Hit it, Mr. Wizard," Sam says as him and Fae put on their is a large uncooked ham in two stacked aluminum-foil pans sitting on the table in front of Dean. Dean holds the joy buzzer over the ham, hesitates, and presses it to the ham. Electricity crackles. Steam rises from the ham as it changes color. When the ham is blackened, Dean removes the joy buzzer. The ham sizzles. Sam lowers the goggles and gawks. Dean flips up the dark-plastic visor on the goggles.
"That'll do, pig," Dean says inspecting the ham.
"What the hell," Sam says in takes off the goggles, still staring at the now-cooked ham. "That crap isn't supposed to work."
"Well, it looks like your wrong," Fae says.
"This thing doesn't even have batteries," Dean says taking off his gloves.
"So...so, what? Are—are we looking at cursed objects," Sam asks.
"Sounds good," Dean says pulling out a knife, he flips it open, and cuts a piece off the ham. "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town."Dean eats the piece of ham and offers some to Fae. "Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?"
"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store," Fae says.
Dean cuts off another piece of ham, "Hmm." Dean holds up the piece of ham. Sam shakes his head. Dean eats the ham.
Conjurarium
Seen through the glass on the store door, Dean and Fae walk up. The door chimes when they walk in. Someone laughs and the door chimes again. Dean and Fae walk around.
"Fae," Dean says lighting up he holds up a whoopee cushion, grinning. Fae sighs and shakes her head, turning away. Dean brings the whoopee cushion up to the checkout counter, which has a display of rubber chickens next to it. The owner comes out of the back room.
"Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery," the owner says grinning at Fae creepily.
Fae comes up to the counter, " Are you the owner?"
"Yep," the owner says.
"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately," Dean asks.
"Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items," the owner says then asks, "Look, are you here to buy something or what?"Dean pulls some cash out of his wallet, holds up the whoopee cushion, and hands the owner the cash.
"So, you get many customers," Fae asks.
"Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just—," the owner says looking mad.
"Angry," Dean asks. The owner pauses, then nods.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing," the owner says.
"Which is why you hate them," Dean says.
"I suppose," the owner says looking at Dean questionly.
"You wish there was something you could do about it," Dean says.
"Yeah, I guess I do," the owner says.
"So you're taking revenge," Dean says pulling a rubber chicken off the display and slaps it down on the counter."With this."Dean holds up the joy buzzer and presses it to the rubber chicken. Electricity crackles. The owner yelps and leaps back.
"Oh! No," the owner exclaiming watching the rubber chicken melt. The owner stares at the chicken, making weird noises. Dean and Fae watch the owner.
"Yeah, something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch," Fae says.
"Sorry. Sorry," Dean says. Fae and Dean leave.
Another House
A girl's father holds up a baby tooth to show the girl, who is sitting in bed.
"I'll just slip this tooth under your pillow, and while you're asleep, the tooth fairy will float down and swap it out for a some freak is gonna come in my room while I'm sleeping and take my tooth? Sounds scary. No, thank you."
"Come on," says the girl's father. He stands up and fusses with the girl's pillow. The girl lies back down and the father tucks her in, then gives her a kiss. "Good night, sweetie." The father turns off the light as he leaves. The girl shifts position. The girl sneaks into her father's room, tooth in hand, hides it under his pillow, and sneaks out. He doesn't notice. He rolls over. A long pause. A hand covers the father's mouth. He startles awake. A man is standing there, wearing a pink tutu and sparkly wings: it's the tooth fairy.
"Shh! Hold still. You might feel just a little...pinch," the tooth fairy says reaching into the father's mouth with a pair of pliers. The father tries to scream and the tooth fairy pulls out a tooth.
At the Hospital
The girl's father is lying in a hospital bed. A nurse offers him a glass with a straw. He waves it away. Fae is in the room with a notebook and pen; he leaves. Dean is in the corridor, talking to another nurse.
"Well, I, uh, appreciate that, Nurse...," Dean say reading her name tag. "Freemont."
"Please—call me Jen," the nurse says flirtatiously.
"Oh. Jen it is," Dean says. The nurse smiles at Dean and leaves. Fae clears his throat. Dean turns to her, clapping once. "What's up with Toothless? Cavity creeps get ahold of him?"
"Yeah. Close. He wrote up a description," Fae says reading from her notebook. "Five foot ten, three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy."
"So he's obviously whacked out on painkillers," Dean says.
"Maybe. Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm," Fae says.
"Come on," Dean says unbelievingly. "Tooth fairy?"
"And it left thirty-two quarters underneath his pillow. One for each tooth," Fae says.
Dean nods and then says, "Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some. There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers—say they got it from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Another guy...his face...froze that way."
"What way," Fae says. Dean looks in all directions, then pulls out the sides of his mouth and crosses his eyes. He holds it for a moment and lets go. Fae shakes her head and giggles.
"He, uh, held it too long, and it—it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon," Dean says. Dean pokes at his cheeks and wiggles his chin.
"So, I mean, if you add all that up...," Fae hesitates and Dean raises his eyebrows. "Yeah I got nothing."Fae starts down the hallway past Dean, who turns around to walk alongside her.
"I thought sea-monkeys were real," Dean says.
"They are. They're brine shrimp," Fae says.
"No, no, no, I mean like in the ads. You know, like the sea-monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea-monkey husband, and the sea-monkey kids play with the dog in a sea-monkey castle—real. I mean, I was six, but I believed it," Dean says.
"Okay...," Fae said trailing off.
"Point is...," Dean says stopping making Fae stop and turn around. "Maybe that's the connection. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you—they're all lies that kids believe."
"And now they're coming true. Okay, so whatever's doing this is—is reshaping reality. It has the powers of a god. Or—," Fae says then roll her eyes, "—of a trickster. "
"Yeah, with the sense of humor of a nine-year-old," Dean says.
"Or you," Fae says. "I really can't believe I didn't think of it before." Fae walks off and Dean follows her.