World of Winchester-Craft (continued)

Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

A/N: Wow, thanks for all the reviews and the prompts! I'm making a master list of prompts and will do my best to get to as many as possible before story's end. So keep 'em coming! This first prompt chapter is for my dear friend Katiki, who had the idea of the map telling them where they had to go and prompted me with Candyland. I hope you all like what I came up with…

Chapter Three: Two Suckers in Candyland

Since they have no idea where to go to start their questy search thinger, Sam and Dean leave it up to the Impala to decide for them. She sniffs the air and takes them northeast, traveling parallel to the mountain range in the distance. The air grows steadily colder. Sam is soon shivering from his usual perch atop Dean's shoulder, and Dean takes pity on the little guy and scoops him into his hand, gently holding him against his chest like a little doll. Sam is squirming at once.

"Deeeean—"

"Save it. You're cold, I'm not. It's either this or you conjure up a jacket for yourself. So what's it gonna be?" Dean looks down at Sam's little face and finds it troubled. "What's wrong?" Sam opens his mouth, but Dean points at him, adding, "And don't say 'nothing' when we both know it's 'something.' Is this still about what we look like here? Cos I'm not exactly happy with it either, but right now we're kinda stuck like this. No point in bitching about it when there's nothing we can do."

"It isn't that," Sam mutters, though he is still upset about it. Dean waits, keeping his stare on his little brother, and Sam sighs, knowing there's no way out of this one. "Magic," he states. Dean's eyebrows rise up.

"Magic?"

"Yeah, Dean, magic." Sam forces himself to look Dean in his big green eyes and asks, "Aren't you worried?"

"About…?"

"About ME having magic powers again."

Dean gives a half smile and looks down, but not at Sam. "It's not the same, Sammy."

"How do you know?" Sam challenges. "What if I lose control? What if the magic hurts people? What if I hurt YOU?"

"Okay, slow that brain train down. First off, fairy magic is powered by sparkly dust. And I don't know what it's made of or where it comes from, but I really don't think there's any demon blood in your Tinkerbell fuel."

"Yeah, but—"

"Second," Dean calls, cutting him off, "the Sam I know just loves doing research on pretty much everything, and I'll bet all the gold coins I have that he'll be nose deep in huge, dusty book sometime soon, reading everything there is on fairy lore. Right?" Sam doesn't reply, so Dean lifts his little chin up with his pinky finger. "Riiiiight?"

"I guess," Sam admits with a slump of his shoulders. "Your point?"

"Don't make trouble where there isn't any. We've got enough to deal with already…" Dean trails off when he sees a faint light emanating from inside his leather pouch. "The hell?" He releases Sam (who flutters alongside him) and flips the suede flap up. The map that Mississippi gave them to find Fobby is glowing.

"The hell?" Sam repeats as Dean starts to unroll the map. They both watch as the ink on the map shines bright yellow and disappears, only to be replaced by new ink seconds later. The sketch of the mountain they just visited reappears at the bottom left of the map. A dotted line leads away from it, crawling up the map an inch before a sketch of a dragon emerges from the paper. Then the dotted line turns to joined arrows that scrawl up and around as a third image appears. The line stops at a newly-etched town, complete with an X marking the spot. Sam flies right up to the paper and squints at the tiny sign by the X.

"What's it say?" Dean asks him.

"Looks like…Candyland? That can't be right…"

"Candyland? Seriously? What's next, Chutes and Ladders-ville?"

Sam shakes his head. "Knowing our luck?"

"What luck?"

"Exactly."

Dean looks back at the map. "So why did Candyland appear on the map?"

The arrows in the line start to glow in succession at hiss question, lighting the way toward the town. "I think it's where we're supposed to go," Sam answers.

"For what?"

Sam flutters away and stands on Dean's shoulders. "No idea."

"Great." Dean adjusts how he's sitting on the Impala's back and sighs again. "Well, at least we have a destination now. It's a start." He pats his baby on her neck, and she chirps and looks back at him. "Looks like we're visiting this Candyland place, babe," he shows her on the map. "Think you can find it?"

She gives him a "hmmpf," smoke coming out of her nostrils in the shape of two frowny faces, and Dean grins. "Sorry. Of course you can." She chirps again in a 'that's better' tone and licks his face before she turns away and switches course. Dean looks over at Sam, who is shivering even worse than before. He reaches over to scoop him up again, but Sam flinches away. The little eyes shut and the wings flutter hard, making the younger Winchester look like a hummingbird for a moment. Then, in a poof of sparkles, Sam's brown winter jacket appears. Unfortunately, it's Sam's usual size, and it covers both him and Dean's shoulder.

"Looks like you need some practice, Sammy," Dean says as he lifts the jacket away. Sam just fumes and tries again. The jacket shrinks until it's fairy-sized, but the dark brown is replaced by bright pink with a rainbow print. Dean grins. Sam glares.

"Shut up, Dean," he grumbles, sliding his arms into the jacket and turning away from his brother's highly amused face.

Dean's stomach growls and he pretends he doesn't see Sam's eyes roll as he rummages through the pouch for more basket cakes. He only finds one.

"Don't suppose you could poof up some more of those?" he asks as he chews.

"I can't get my own jacket right," Sam snaps. "You really think I'll get foreign food on the first try?"

"Well, you could TRY…" That earns Dean a really deep glare. "Or not…" Dean's stomach growls again, sounding almost insistent. "It's like a black hole down there today," he murmurs.

"What do you mean today?"

"Shut up, Sam."

Twenty minutes later…

"Still hungry, Sam."

"Still don't care, Dean."

Forty-seven minutes after that…

Sam's little jacket erupts in magic sparkles again, and when they clear, every rainbow is sequined, and rhinestones line every cloud. Sam slumps at his latest failure.

"Stop bedazzling your jacket and magic me up some damn food!" Dean growls. His stomach adds its own growl right after. Sam ignores them both.

Quite a while later, after the Impala saw a big bunny and chased after it, both boys hanging onto her chrome horns for dear life…

"Guess she likes meat too," Dean muses as his baby finishes off her snack. Sam nods, still clinging to the left chrome horn. "You know who ELSE likes meat…" Dean leads, but Sam glares at him. Dean folds his arms and pouts. "I'm hungry."

Five minutes more, after an army of huge, mutant bunnies emerged from the ground and chased after the Impala for killing their cousin, and the Impala had to hide in a cave and hope the mutant bunnies wouldn't find her, and they didn't, but they nearly did, and she was scared all the same cos DUDE, mutant bunnies…

"It's okay, baby," Dean soothes as he strokes his hand along her jaw line. She buries her huge dragon head into his entire body, chirping forlornly. "Hey, don't be embarrassed—it's happened to all of us. I got scared by a damn cat when I had the fear sickness, remember? And Sammy still has the clown thing…"

Dean's stomach growls so loudly that the sound crashes through the cave, startling the Impala and making Sam jump and glue himself to Dean's neck. Dean just rubs his aching belly. "I know," he says to it. "Blame Sam for being mean and making us starve."

"I'm NOT being mean, I'm being careful! Nothing's what it seems here, Dean. What if I make you cookies and they're filled with poison?"

Dean's stomach rumbles at 'cookies.' "We're willing to take that chance."

Sam flutters in front of Dean's face and folds his arms. "I'm not going to risk my magic hurting you in any way, Dean. Not till I get more control."

"So you'll wait till you have control to hurt me?" Dean smirks. Sam just flutters away. "What? You're the one that said it!"

"Can we just go now?" Sam asks, hovering near the cave's mouth. Dean waves 'fine' and climbs up onto the Impala's back, stomach growling away again.

"We'll eat when we get to Candyland," Sam promises. "It can't be that much further."

Dean puts a hand to his slightly-dizzy head as he nods. "Hope not. This isn't normal, Sam." He shuts his eyes for a moment, and Sam looks at him, momentarily worried. Dean just heaves a sigh and looks around again. "They have evil bunnies, but not one drive-thru," he complains. "Not even a dragon-thru! This place is crazy. I want to talk to the douche in charge."

"Yeah, you get right on that, Dean," Sam quips. He tucks the worry away. Dean is fine. He's always hungry, Sam thinks. Nothing new there. Right?

Hours later, he knows how wrong he was. Dean is hunched way over, his chest and the side of his face leaning on the Impala's neck, as hunger-starved eyes gaze out at unfocused scenery. His stomach stopped growling long ago, and Dean's been growing weaker by the minute. Sam is worried out of his little freaking fairy mind.

"Hang on, Dean, almost there," Sam says for the umpteenth time, praying that Dean will take that literally: the fairy has no idea what he'd do if Dean's huge and heavy body would fall off the dragon. Dean only licks his cracked lips in reply. Sam checks the map again, also for the umpteenth time, making sure they're still on track. And they are—in fact, the map says they're there. But Sam looks around and sees nothing. The green hills long ago turned to flat, lifeless fields, dead trees sticking out of the landscape like inverted pitchforks. No sounds. No soil. No wind. No Candyland.

We HAVE to be close, dammit! Sam flies high overhead and scans the horizon. He sees a dell up ahead, and in its center are what appear to be little cottages lined in two rows. "Over there, I see it!" he calls to the Impala. She looks up, and he points. They all take off for the dell and soon come upon a very old sign welcoming them to Candyland.

Unfortunately, the village is as dead as the surrounding land. The quaint cottages and little shops that line the main, cobbled street sit old and abandoned. Dean glances up, body trembling, and takes in the dilapidated town. Sam waits for a wisecrack. Instead, Dean just drops his forehead against the soft black scales, the epitome of disappointment. The Impala croons at him, nudging his arm with her snout. Dean doesn't respond. She looks at Sam, the worry in her pale yellow eyes reflecting his own. His sympathy outweighs his lingering fear, and before he knows it, he's flying in close to pat her. She licks him and nudges his little fairy body in return.

"Come on," Sam encourages her, "take Dean into town. There HAS to be something to eat around here somewhere."

The dragon moves forward, both her and Sam on full alert should anything pop out of the silence and threaten them. The moment her front claws touch the cobbled street, the entire town lights up in bright colors. The effect is just like when Dorothy first sees Oz: black and white and dull all over turns to a Technicolor dream, radiating from the very spot the Impala stands. Then the color gives birth to candy. The cobblestones become red and black licorice nubs. The walls of the shop next to them turn into white chocolate, and a door of fudge complete with hard-candy lintel soon follow. The fountain in the small village square becomes marzipan marble, and M&Ms soon shoot from its spout and fill the basin below. Dean dismounts the moment the transformation is complete, but it's Sam who flies into town first.

"See? Told you we'd find food!" he exclaims, wings fluttering like mad.

"Sam—"

"And yeah, find, so it's candy, that isn't really food, but STILL, now you can eat!"

"I'm not eating this, ya doof!"

Sam is taken aback. "What do you mean? Dean, you HAVE to eat."

"I know," Dean grunts, both arms clenched over his stomach. "Believe me, I know. But come on, Sam, aren't you getting a Hansely-Gretly vibe from this place?" Sam shrugs, though his little face has clouded a little, showing Dean that he's at least thinking about what he's hearing. "Picture how we came in here, man. There was nothing around ANYwhere. Then we come upon this little town, which just magically comes to life and just happens to be made of candy?" Dean shakes his head and dismisses the place. "This has curse written all over it, and you know it."

"But you still have to eat—"

"I KNOW!" Dean roars. The fairy wilts at the loud noise, and Dean drops his head. "Sorry." Then he smirks.

"What?" Sam asks, still trembling a little from Dean's literal roar.

"S'funny, y'know? You wanting me to eat, and me actually turning down food…" He turns his grin up to his brother. "This place really is crazy."

Then his eyes roll back as the barbarian drops deadweight.

"Dean!" Sam flies down, and the Impala steps forward and nudges Dean with her snout, chirruping with worry. Sam's little hands slap at Dean's big face, trying to get him to come around. Dean gives a weak groan, but otherwise doesn't move. Sam flies away toward the nearby fountain that is spewing M&Ms. The Impala looks at him and tilts her huge dragon head, wondering what he's up to.

"Dean has to eat," Sam tells her as he grabs one of the candies. "And there's only one way to find out if he can eat this stuff or not." The Impala whimpers, but Sam bites into the candy anyway. He doesn't feel a thing—and this is just about the best M&M he's ever had (even if it does say J&J instead of M&M). He finishes the candy off in a few more bites and licks his fingers. Then he has a look at himself to see if he sprouted any donkey ears or the like, but finds himself normal. Well, fairy-self normal. "I'm okay!" he announces, elated, and he flies back down to Dean, landing right between his eyes. "Dean, wake up! You can eat!"

"…mwwhugh?" his brother murmurs.

"The candy! Dean, I tried it, and it's great! And look," he holds his arms out as Dean's eyes flicker open, "I'm fine!"

"You what?!" Dean sits straight up and catches Sam when he falls. He holds the fairy up in front of his glaring-with-concern eyes. "Why'd you take such a stupid risk, Sammy?!"

"Oh yeah, like you've never taken stupid risks for me."

"That's not the same!"

"Yes it is!"

"I don't want to fight about this!"

"Me neither!"

"But we're still yelling!"

"You started it!"

RRROOOOOOAAARRR!

Both boys freeze at the Angry in the distance. "That can't be good," Dean remarks. He reaches for his sword on pure instinct and the blade glows and fills him with energy, more than ready to fight. Sam flies over to the building next to them, grabs a candy cane icicle, and cracks the stem over his knee. He flies back with his little candy cane shiv in hand. Dean just looks at him. Sam frowns.

"What? I'll poke its eye out or something."

"Yeah, have fun with that."

They hear giant footsteps coming from somewhere in front of them. All the candy structures shake. The tree next to them sheds gumdrops and its peppermint bark crumbles with each tremor. A big blue form, 15-feet tall, emerges from behind a wall of truffles: an ogre, but nothing like Shrek.

"He looks like one of the ogres from the old Gummi Bears cartoon!" Sam exclaims.

"Yeah?"

"Don't play dumb, Dean—we LOVED that cartoon. You watched it with me all the time."

"Only cos I wanted to go on those wooden roller coasters they used to get around." Dean gets into his fighting stance. "Lucky bouncy bastards."

The ogre spots them and roars again, but this time they make out two words: "fairy" and "crush." Sam gulps, and his peppermint stake crumbles in his grip. Dean looks up at him.

"Sucks to be you."

The ogre plods into a loping run, charging at them, and the brothers split up so they can attack from the sides. The ogre follows Sam, pushing over anything that gets in its path. Sam flies through an open window of a house made of cake. He looks for a place to hide, but the house is empty—no furniture, not kitchen, and worst of all, NO other open window. The ogre punches through the cakey wall with ease and descends upon him.

Anytime, Dean! Sam thinks, fluttering backward.

"Fairy," the beast snarls. "Crush."

Then it chokes as the red glowing tip of a sword emerges from its throat. "Not today, Toady," Dean snarls right back, twisting the sword as he speaks. The ogre falls down in a heap, exposing Dean and the ogre-shaped hole in the cake wall behind him.

"Dude, you called him Toady," Sam grins, shaking his head. Dean grins too.

"Couldn't resist. You okay?"

The ogre gets to its knees and roars at them both. It grabs Dean's sword out of his hand and chucks it through a different cake wall and out of sight. Then it stands up and roars in Dean's face.

"Ugh. Someone needs a mint." The ogre moves to grab him, but Dean takes a swing first. The ogre goes flying through the same cake wall as the sword. Dean gawps at his big fist. "Guess I'm kinda strong here," he marvels.

"More than kinda," Sam says. "Look!" Dean walks over and sees that his one punch sent the ogre through the walls of the next house over, through their rock-candy gates, and then through the walls of the next house after that. Now both sets of wide eyes return to Dean's fist, and Dean shakes his head.

"Holy…"

"SHIT!" Sam points, but it's too late: the ogre barrels in and slams into Dean with the force of a wrecking ball. The barbarian crashes through his own series of buildings, broad back breaking brittle candy structures, until he lands in a pond full of yellow liquid.

This better be Mountain Dew, Dean thinks/hopes/prays…then sniffs. It's lemonade. Also good.

He grabs onto the rocky-road shore and pulls himself out. It's gotta have a weakness. What do you know about ogres? He licks the chocolate and marshmallow goodness off his fingers. Did dad ever hunt any ogres? Dean freezes with his thumb in his mouth, realizing what he's just stupidly done. "Oh crap."

A pain hits his stomach, and Dean drops to his knees as ten knives stab him in the back—from the inside. He cries out in agony as his fingers warp and his face ripples and twists.

"Dean!" Sam hears his brother's wails across the little village, and he turns around to fly in that direction, but the ogre keeps him fleeing. The Dean-toss had brought the cake house down, and Sam escaped during the collapse. But the ogre soon followed and Sam has been flying for his life ever since, little heart clamoring away. He hears Dean cry out again, though his voice sounds lower this time. The ogre swats at Sam, and the fairy is flooded with irritation. "Leave me alone, I have to get to DEAN!" Without warning, the ogre flies back, hit by an invisible fist. Sam looks at his own hands now. How'd I do that?

Magic, duh, his inner voice replies. The ogre recovers and charges again, and Sam concentrates to throw the creature even further this time. Instead, the ogre lifts of the ground, turns pink, and drops again. The ogre looks at his makeover and growls out a "Huh?!"

What is it with me and pink in this reality? Sam frowns. The ogre, now REALLY pissed off, attacks again, so Sam tries again. Vines sprout out all around the beast and tie it up, but it breaks through. Then it kicks off the anchor that drops out of nowhere and wraps around its feet, and then it rips off the "Give Peace a Chance" bumper sticker that covers its eyes.

"Dammit, why can't I just throw him again?" Sam wonders aloud. The ogre grabs the fairy at last and squeezes the little body in its fist.

"Your fault," it growls at Sam. "Crush fairy!"

"NO!" a different growl, er, growls. Sam and the ogre see a second ogre coming at them, this one even bigger than the first, green skinned and back covered in sharp, curled spikes. The pink ogre roars, releasing Sam, and charges the green one. The two beasts wrestle through the candy lanes, and Sam takes advantage of the distraction to find Dean. He flies off in the direction his brother was thrown and eventually comes upon the yellow pond.

"That better be Mountain Dew…" Sam spies Dean's leather pouch on the shore. "Dean?" He flutters over the yellow waters and peers down, but he doesn't see a body floating in there, thank God. Sam looks around and spies Dean's boots and fur underoos next to a bush. He rolls his eyes and murmurs, "Dean, this is no time for a streak through Candyland."

He's answered with a roar. Whirling around, he finds the green ogre. They just look at each other for a few long seconds. "Well?" Sam says at length. "Aren't you gonna try and eat me?"

The ogre roars—then clamps its clawed fingers over its mouth, an alarmed expression on its face, like it just said something it didn't mean to. Now Sam is confused. The ogre squints its eyes and opens its mouth to speak again.

"S-S-Ssssssss…" It growls, sounding frustrated, and bangs the sides of its head with its fists.

A different roar sounds out, and a second later, Sam gets grabbed by the still-pink ogre. It opens its mouth and lifts the fairy up to its gaping jaws, but the green ogre jumps forward and knocks Sam free. They howl at each other, the pink ogre pointing at Sam with anger, and the green one standing in front of him. Protecting him…?

Wait… Sam flies in front of the green ogre's face and looks it in the eyes. Moss green pupils peer back. The pink ogre yells again behind them, but the green ogre frowns back at it.

"Nn…no….eat…broth-ther…" the green grunts with great effort. Sam's eyes blow wide.

"Dean?"

The green nods. "S…sssss…my."

"What happened to you?!"

"Can…dy…"

"Candy. You ate the candy?"

"C…curssse."

The pink ogre roars again, pointing at the fairy as it speaks Ogre-ish. Dean snarls something back.

"You understand it?" Sam asks. Dean nods.

"Eat…break…..w-wants-s…" Dean pounds his head again in frustration.

"Hey, hey, stop it," Sam soothes. "Take your time, man."

Dean nods and calms down. He puffs out some deep breaths and tries again. "M-mad…fairies….make candy curse."

Sam droops. "Fairies cursed this place?" The pink growls out a yes as the green nods sadly. Sam flies closer to Dean, just in case the pink tries anything. "That's why he's so pissed, huh?"

Dean shakes his head. "Huh…hungry."

Sam looks at the pink ogre. It looks sad now. "Hungry for what?" Sam asks.

The ogre growls low at Dean. "R-rrr…" Dean snarls at himself and tries again. "Bar…que…r-ribs."

"Barbeque ribs?!" Sam repeats. Both ogres nod, and Sam can't help but chuckle with incredulity. "Sorry, but you're S.O.L. if you think there are any barbeque pits around here.

The ogres both look at him with 'duh' written all over their monstrous faces. "S…smy…make food," Dean tells him.

"Dean, we've been over this. I can't."

"Smy…TRY," Dean barks with a stamp of his big foot.

Sam takes a deep breath and flaps his wings. A poof of sparkles appears and leaves a slinky at the ogre's feet. Sam sighs, flustered. "See? TOLD you—"

"Try 'gain," Dean says, more kindly this time.

"But Dean—"

"It…okay!" Dean gives him an ogre-y smile. "Take…time."

So Sam shuts his eyes and concentrates. "No…think," he hears Dean coax. "Just…just do." Sam stops concentrating and just flaps his wings this time, letting the magic flow freely. The smell of barbecue sauce hits his nose, and he opens his eyes to a rotating spit of the biggest rack of barbecue ribs he's ever seen. The pink ogre roars again, this time with joy, and digs in.

"I did it!" Sam breathes in awe. Dean nods.

"Knew…y-you…do it."

Sam looks at him, happiness fading as he beholds his brother's green face. "So how do we fix you?"

Dean doesn't get to answer, as right at that moment a big black dragon appears, screeches, and takes a snap at him.

A/N additional: So I already know how the next chapter will go, but I still need prompts for where to take them after that. Please let me know if you have ideas or really want to see something specific happen! You have the power!