Hi there! Again sorry for the slow update. I'm trying to find another beta reader to help Ravanne since she obviously do have a real life too, but I agree that things are going slow here and want to be able to post more often. It's surprisingly hard to get hold of any beta readers though even on the beta reader part of this site. Hmmm.

Anyway, new chapter up and this I was inspired to write after my trip to Irland hehe.

This is obviously before there's such a thing called Gabriel on the show. Oh Gabriel... *sniff*

Kisses to my beta reader, Ravanne

L - Leprechaun Attack

- Set in early season 3

"What..? Dean!" Sam jumped when he felt something pinch his butt. Sam stood face to face with his brother as soon as he turned around. Dean just grinned and lightly punched Sam's shoulder.

"Did you just pinch me?" Sam demanded. When Dean giggled, he frowned and rolled his eyes. His big brother was drunk. Or at least well on his way to being drunk.

"Yeah. You're not wearing green, Sammy." Dean grinned cheerfully and turned to look for his beer bottle somewhere in their motel room.

"So you pinch my ass for it, Dean? Really? I hate to break this to you, but I don't swing that way," Sam snorted as Dean uttered a small, but happy little "yay!" as he found his bottle.

"Cute, Sammy. Really cute." Dean seemed to sober up a bit. Maybe he wasn't as drunk as first expected, but sober? No way. He grinned stupidly and walked over to Sam again to pinch his arm, but Sam jumped back this time.

"For a geek you're a bit slow. It's St. Patrick's Day, Sammy!" Dean pointed to himself in the chest to prove that his shirt was green.

"I know that, but since when did we celebrate St. Patrick's Day?" Sam frowned and made sure he had his laptop with him. He nodded to himself before leaving the room, pulling his usual jacket with him.

"Since we entered a town full of Irish people," Dean explained as he followed his brother out.

"We're here on a case, Dean. Not to get drunk," Sam reminded his brother as he pulled on his jacket on and got an idea.

"And look. My jacket is green." Sam pointed out.

Dean squinted and leaned in closer as if he had never seen the jacket before.

"This doesn't count. It's almost brown-green," Dean insisted. He then suddenly seemed to realize that his brother was criticizing his work ethic.

"Hey I'm focusing on the case, Sammy! But while we're here, why not just enjoy ourselves a little too? Drink a few beers, beat a few Irish people in pool and bang a few girls?"

Sam stopped so suddenly that Dean walked right into his back,

"Bang a few girls? Could you be more of a slut?" His face broke into a smile though. He didn't say it in a hurtful way and his brother knew him enough to know that.

"I was thinking of you too you know. You might as well be a nun," Dean rubbed his nose from where he had hit Sam's rock hard back before taking a sip from his bottle and snickered,

"My little brother, the nun. Heh." He giggled, finding the thought absolutely hysterical.

Sam sighed loudly and dragged his brother over to a little cafe beside the street, decorated, of course, in green.

"So… What's the monster of the week?" Dean took a huge bite from his burger. Sam closed his laptop with a heavy sigh. He sunk further into the seat and rested his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Sam?" Dean frowned curiously at his little brother.

"I think we're dealing with an old friend of ours," Sam sighed loudly.

"Uh. Who?" Dean put down his burger now and tried to focus on what Sam was talking about.

"Dean, who else could it be? Reports about people being attacked by small men in green, in a town celebrating St. Patrick's Day wholeheartedly? And…" Sam paused dramatically,

"Where all the victims happened to be assholes."

Dean's expression immediately became more serious.

"Trickster?" he asked and Sam just nodded.

"But we killed him."

"Maybe we didn't? Or maybe there's more then one?" Sam guessed.

"So he sends leprechauns after people now?" Dean laughed and picked up his burger again. "Gotta give him credit. He's entertaining."

"Deeeean..." Sam whined and sat up again.

"Okay fine, grumpy. How do we... uh… find him?" Dean wondered, turning his attention back to his burger.

"I have an idea. Not long ago an old lady moved into a house in the forest. Just a few days in the new house and people were calling her the Candy Lady. A sweet tooth. Kids goes to her to get free candy." Sam chucked at the thought.

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"That's just too obvious to be the Trickster, right?" Sam scratched the back of his neck, considering all of the information they'd been able to dig up. Dean sat quietly, chewing thoughtfully.

"Okay, well, maybe that's what the Trickster wants us to think. That it's too obvious to be him... but then it IS him!" Dean smiled proudly at his suggestion. Sam opened his mouth to answer that, but found that he didn't really have an answer.

"You just had to make this harder then it already was, didn't you?" Sam demanded. Dean shrugged his shoulders and finished the burger.

"Yeah well. Let's check out this Candy Woman."

"Knock, knock!" Dean grinned at his childishness and straightened up. They were standing outside the pretty little house in the forest, waiting for the Candy Woman to open up.

"Who's there?" A cheery woman's voice sang on the other side of the door. Sam and Dean frowned at each other before shrugging.

"Uh. Dean, ma'am," Dean grimaced, but the door opened and a kind looking woman looked up at them.

"Dean who?" she asked, looking up at him curiously.

"Dean Winchester. This is my brother, Sam," Dean pointed at his brother beside him. "But I bet you already know that don't you?" His expression suddenly turned serious, but the old woman's face didn't waver.

"I know now that you told me!" she laughed merrily and Sam laughed falsely once, grimacing.

"What can I help you sweet boys with?" she stepped back from the door to let them in.

"Uh. We were just checking in to see how you are. There's been reports about attacks around in town and since you live a bit on your own we thought we should check on you," Sam explained, mentally kicking himself for that stupid cover.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you. But isn't that police work?" she asked curiously while trotting around the kitchen.

"Uhm. Yeah," Dean looked at Sam for help. Sam kicked him in the leg.

"That's what you get for blowing our cover before 'hello'" Sam whispered. Dean glared at him, but turned towards the older woman again.

"Yeah, it is, but our... uncle. Yeah, uncle, he's the sheriff in town. He sent us because he's busy today," Dean smacked Sam over the back of his head when his little brother snorted. This was getting worse and worse.

"Sheriff Hedlund is your uncle?" the woman stopped and looked at them. "I thought he was in Europe?"

It was Sam's turn to speak up again,

"Yeah. That's why he's... busy," he answered weakly, ignoring Dean's snickering. The old woman just accepted their story and continued around the room.

"You want some candy? I got all kinds. My caramel fudge is the most popular of my recipes," she explained and came back over to them with a small flowery basket filled with the candy. Dean happily took the basket with a bright smile, ignoring Sam's glare.

"So, we heard you moved in here not long ago?" Sam asked while Dean was busy stuffing candy into his mouth, chewing happily on the caramel fudge.

"Yes, yes. About three weeks ago. So many lovely children around here. Makes the candy business so much easier," she explained with a smile as she rummaged through her cupboards to start a new batch of candy.

"You haven't seen anything weird around here have you?" Sam leaned against a window still while the older woman kept fussing around the kitchen.

"Hmm," she stopped up and turned to the taller of the two.

"Well. I don't think it's anything for the police, but the other day I had a visit by a small group of kids, maybe eight of them and there was this one nasty little boy among them. He kept teasing this cute little girl with ponytails..." Sam tilted his head a bit at that.

"But it's not unusual that kids teases each other," he explained.

"Oh I know that, silly," she answered, smiling tolerantly.

"But once they were leaving there was this small green clothed man waiting for them outside," she said and that made Dean pause in his chewing.

"Most of the kids just waved to the little man, but the nasty little one stopped in front of him and made fun of his height. Then the little man slapped him across the face before running off extremely fast. It was quite a curious sight." The old woman stood quietly for a moment, thinking, before turning her attention back to work.

"He slapped the kid?" Dean laughed around the candy in his mouth.

"Dean!" Sam elbowed his brother in the side before smiling innocently to the old woman.

"So you have no idea where the little man went?" he asked, hoping she had something or else they would be right back at nothing.

"Well he ran in the direction of the town, but other then that.. I'm sorry. I just don't know. You don't think that little thing is behind the attacks do you?" The woman turned around to them when she finished what she had been working on and came over to them.

"We're just trying to find the guilty one, ma'am. Which means anyone's a suspect," Sam answered professionally and sighed in relief when Dean took a break from eating candy to smile in agreement.

"Well then, I will let you know if more strange things happens. Meanwhile, why don't you take this with you and have a great St. Patrick's Day?" The woman led them out of the house again and Dean smiled brightly when he saw the offering. The woman held another basket in her hand, a little bigger now and decorated with pretty green colors and Irish flag. The basket of course was filled with more candy of different colors.

"That's really not necessary," Sam said, but was cut off by his brother.

"Don't be rude, Sammy. Of course it's necessary," Dean took the offered basket with a huge, child-like grin. They said their goodbyes and soon they were on their way back to the town.

"You're hopeless, you know that?" Sam snorted, looking fondly over at his big brother as he dug through the basket.

"Aw don't be such a health freak, Sammy. Doesn't suit you. Taste this." Dean picked up a caramel fudge and held it towards Sam's face. When Sam turned his head away Dean kept pressing it towards him, only causing his little brother to burst out laughing.

"Dean! Are you still drunk?" He batted Dean's hands away, but without much luck. Dean was getting that candy down his brother throat even if it meant loosing a finger or two.

"Nope. Just sugar high. Come on, cupcake," he joked and grabbed Sam's chin in a swift motion and stuffed the fudge into his mouth.

"There you go, kiddo," Dean laughed at Sam's glare, but Sam chewed.

"Hmm... Not bad," Sam admitted and received a pat on his back by his brother.

The same evening came and the boys were still having problems finding the Trickster and people were still being attacked. Two people had been killed so far, one man had been badly hurt and some mean kids gotten their asses whooped.

"At least he doesn't kill the kids," Sam shrugged, trying to see the positive in the slow hunt. They had, much to Dean's joy, decided to relax that evening and celebrate St. Patrick's Day. They spent the evening in a local pub, ran a few small cons to replenish their finances and kiss a few girls. At least Dean enjoyed the girls. Sam was too annoyed with the hunt to fully enjoy himself. The clock had passed well past midnight when Sam went over to Dean and pulled his inebriated brother with him back to the motel.

"At least he doesn't kill hot chicks," Dean added and buried his head in Sam's upper arm. His arm was thrown across Sam's tall shoulders, which was another obvious sign that Dean was drunk. When Dean was drunk, he lost all reservations when it came to personal space.

"Yeah, well..." Sam's voice trailed off as he stopped on the sidewalk when he noticed a little man in full leprechaun costume. Dean lifted his head to see why Sam had stopped and a smile that would have at home on the Cheshire Cat spread across his face when he saw the little man.

"Oh! Leprechaun!" He tugged at Sam's arm and started walking clumsily towards the green clothed man, pointing excitedly. Sam made sure one of his hunting knives was still in his belt as they got closer. He wasn't prepared for Dean jumping on the little man though.

"Dean!" Sam yelled when his big brother picked the little man off the ground.

"Hey, Sammy! I caught a leprechaun!" Dean smiled happily again as he held the little man in his hands, holding him out at arms distance.

"Show me your pot of gold!" Dean told the man eagerly, but only led the guy into a tantrum.

"Lemmedownyoufriggin'sonovabitch!" The man's voice was strangely high pitched and his screaming insults pierced their ears. Sam held his hands over his ears and kicked Dean lightly in the shin.

"Let go of him, Dean!" he shouted and Dean did as he was told, dropping the little man to the ground.

"Fine! But gimme your gol…" Before Dean could finish the sentence the little man was off running into the forest. The two brothers stood gaping stupidly after the man.

"So... you think that... that was a real leprechaun?" Dean scratched the back of his neck and looked up at Sam.

"Uh... I think it's Trickster real," Sam mumbled, taking notice of the direction the leprechaun had run.

"Trickster real... you're funny," Dean snickered and Sam rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but smile just a little though. They didn't get to have many lighthearted moments. While for Sam this wasn't exactly carefree, but Dean was relaxed and happy. Dean's deal was still almost a year away, but it was always on their minds and it was the only reason he was willing to endure with some of Dean's "fun nights."

"You saw where the leprechaun ran?" Sam asked as Dean again threw his arm around Sam's neck, forcing the tall little brother to bend down.

"Yeah man. Into the forest," Dean said dramatically, pointing.

"Yeah, back towards the old woman's house. She has to have something to do with this." Dean didn't answer this time, just nodded his head.

"Let's get you some coffee and sober you up. I'm not going on a hunt with a drunk," Sam mumbled and pulled his brother with him to their room.

It was nearly three in the morning when Sam finally decided that it was time to check out the old lady's house again, sober or not. Dean was definitely not sober. His inappropriate sense of humor was still there, but he was clearer in the head and didn't need to be supported to walk.

"Remember Dean. Don't chase the leprechaun for gold okay?" Sam told Dean for the third time as they saw the old woman's house between the trees.

"Shut up, Sam. I'm not stupid," Dean grumbled, not hiding his annoyance and held his gun ready in one hand and a wooden stake in the other.

"Could have fooled me," Sam smirked.

"So... what exactly are we supposed to do, genius?" Dean demanded. "We can't just run into the house and stake the woman hoping for it to be the Trickster."

Sam wasn't sure himself.

"Let's just find the leprechaun and..." They stopped dead at the sight in front of them. At least twenty little leprechauns was sitting on the porch of the house and in a rocking chair sat a woman. The woman had the same clothes as the old woman they had met earlier, but this one was young and beautiful.

"Oh yeah. The dude got style," Dean smiled when he saw the sexy woman.

"Dean, he's a bad guy. Stop liking him." Sam walked closer to the house, Dean following behind.

"Hello again sweeties. Here for more candy?" the young woman smiled.

"I see you've had one hell of a face lift," Sam nodded at her, but kept an eye on the grumpy looking leprechauns.

"Why thank you. It's easier to keep up with the little men this way." She patted one leprechaun on the head and stood up.

"You're not real," Sam tightened his hold on his stake and moved closer. He wasn't sure whether the woman was one of the Trickster's illusions or the Trickster himself.

"True. So none of that is going to work on me." She pointed at their weapons with a long, slender finger before heading back into the house.

"I'm not going to take your word for it!" Dean butted in and ran into the house, past the leprechauns. Sam wasn't prepared Dean's recklessness and was left behind to face all the leprechauns on his own.

"Damnit!" He backed away a little when one of the leprechauns ran at him. Sam quickly held out his gun and shot at the thing, but it only vanished into thin air. They weren't real either. He heard crashing sounds from inside the house and charged past the angry little men. He couldn't quite catch what they were saying, only bits of swearing that would make a sailor blush.

"Dean!" Sam kicked a leprechaun as he reached the porch, but felt many small hands grab his other leg, pulling him to the ground. He hit his head on the side of the porch and groaned in pain. The leprechauns were over him in seconds and felt pain erupt from multiple places on his body. Suddenly he heard gunshots and he opened his eyes to see one little man after the other vanish as Dean's bullets shot through them.

"Come on!" Dean stumbled a bit as he helped Sam up and into the house. They shut the door after them just in time before the leprechauns were able to regroup. Their angry, high pitched screaming rose as they banged at the doors and windows.

"Man, I'm not sober enough for this," Dean complained, rubbing his forehead.

"That's what happens when you get drunk on a hunt," Sam said smugly, feeling his own forehead. Blood was running from just below his hairline.

"Oh shut up. How should I know we would get surrounded by angry little men?" Dean complained.

"Where did the woman go?" Sam looked around the little kitchen, but found nothing there.

"She vanished when I tried to stake her. So, she was not the Trickster..." Dean looked up at the ceiling when they heard small feet running on the roof.

"Is there a fireplace here?" Sam wondered and got his answer just as a bunch of leprechauns came down the chimney. The brothers cursed in unison and started firing off the guns again, but it didn't take long before they were overrun.

"Dean! We got to get out of he-" Sam suddenly felt himself being thrown through the air and right into the stone duct coming down from the ceiling. He hit hard and landed on the floor where he lay unmoving.

"DAMNIT! TRICKSTER!!!" Dean shouted in anger over all the little men. Suddenly the leprechauns stopped and Dean froze too. He looked down at the staring men with green clothing and red beards, then over to his brother lying face down on the floor.

"Ho ho ho, you guys never disappoint do you?" Dean turned around and finally faced what they had been hunting for. The Trickster.

"I was wondering when you were going to come out of your hiding place," Dean eyed the little leprechauns, but they were gone as soon as he heard the Trickster snap his fingers. That was all he needed so he could check on his brother. He knelt down beside Sam and rested one hand on the back of his neck while pressing two other fingers to his pulse. He brushed some of Sam's hair away from his face to check his pupils. He sighed in relief when he saw that Sam had been knocked out, but didn't seem badly hurt.

"Oh chill. He'll be fine." The Trickster waved his arm and snorted.

"What do you want?" Dean looked up at the smaller man, the same guy they had met back at that university campus where the Trickster had brought out alligators in the sewers, aliens and sexy imaginary women. "I thought we killed you."

The Trickster just shrugged and picked up a caramel fudge from the table.

"Nah, I tricked you. I am a Trickster after all."

Sam groaned beneath Dean's hand, but Dean kept his hand pressed against his shoulder blades to keep him down till he had cleared his head.

"Isn't it obvious what I want? What I always do, hot shots! Giving people their just deserts!" The Trickster took a bite of the fudge and made an impressed expression,

"Mm these are good."

"You had a leprechaun bitchslap a kid!" Dean glared at the Trickster.

"That was one nasty little kid. He got what was coming for him," he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You can't just..." Sam whimpered a bit as he sat up, leaning against Dean. "... kill people like that."

The Trickster grimaced before laughing.

"Nice to see you again too, sleepyhead. Who are you anyway, my mother?" He lifted himself onto the counter and sat there, swinging his legs.

"Dude, I like your style and all, but who the hell gives you the right to be a dick?" Dean looked from the Trickster to his brother resting against him, pulling his arm around his brother before looking up again.

"Who gives you the right? Look, guys. I'm not here to kill you and you won't kill me because, let's be honest… I'm too smart for you. I'm done here anyway. Got some assholes off the map, slapped a few rugrats, messed with the Winchesters. I'm more then satisfied," the Trickster laughed again and came closer to them.

"And you let leprechauns out of the bag? Really?" Dean rolled his eyes, but straightened up in a defensive position when the Trickster came to a stop in front of them.

"Yeah well. I like trying out new things and you have no idea how much fun it is to see small men having hissy fits," the Trickster explained,

"Now… I'll bid you two goodbye for now. I'll be seeing you chuckleheads around," the Trickster snapped his fingers and the next thing they know they're back in their hotel room.

"Sam?" Dean was up from the floor in seconds only to find his brother sitting on the floor leaning against one of the beds,

"You okay?" He checked his brother over, paying special attention to his pupils and pulse.

"Splendid," Sam smiled without it reaching his eyes, only to frown when his the pain in his head became too severe to ignore.

"Splendid? I guess that answers it," Dean sighed and then noticed holes in Sam's shirt. He carefully removed the button down shirt and the undershirt and noticed bite marks.

"They bit you?" he snorted as he saw several wounds across his brother's chest. Sam just nodded without a word.

"Kinky little bastards," Dean snickered and hurried over to the bathroom. He found a small towel and dipped it in water before returning to Sam's side,

"So. Who's best at giving hickeys? Women or leprechauns?" Dean joked and laughed when Sam snorted. He patted the towel against the small wounds. They would probably sting a while, but they didn't seem too bad. Most of them barely broke the skin. It was the wound on Sam's forehead that looked the worse.

"You're hopeless," Sam nudged Dean in the shoulder.

"You've already said that," Dean reminded him.

"Doesn't make it less true," Sam leaned his head back against the bed and closed his eyes.

"You okay?" Sam asked quietly and opened his eyes again to meet his brother's eyes. Dean knew his brother was asking if he was okay after the leprechaun attack, but wondered if he meant more by it.

"I'm good. Considering," Dean answered quietly and sat down beside Sam and leaned his head back too,

"We should probably get into bed."

"We should," Sam agreed, but didn't move a muscle.

"It can wait," Dean sighed and stretched his arm over to the other bed and pulled the blanket and pillows off and down to them,

"When you were too young to remember, we used to pull the blankets off the bed in the motel we were in and hide under them on the floor," Dean explained and laid himself down on the thick blanket. Sam slowly sank down to the floor too, looking at Dean.

"Why?" he frowned a little, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I dunno, because we're weird? Neh, I used to tell you ghost stories I heard and we would be safe under the blanket because what we couldn't see couldn't hurt us. Of course that's just bullshit, but we were kids and kids are stupid," Dean grinned when Sam smiled widely.

"It's nice though," Sam mumbled tiredly.

"Mhm," Dean agreed.

Kripke is evil. Seriously. The Trickster/Gabriel was my favorite character besides Sam and Dean despite only being in four episodes. Oh man oh man how that episode broke my heart! So this is my little tribute to him!

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