So I've looked up a lot of information on these creatures but nothing is too solid. I'm also gonna' change a few things up because…when does Supernatural not mess with the original lore? ^-^. Remember the kitsune…that made me so sad. When they mentioned it in the show, I was hoping to see tails but…nope.

This chapter is rated M to be safe for some blood/gore…not much.

So this chapter will be short but I'm already working on another one. A oneshot but it'll be fun. I kinda had a dream about it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Chapter 42: Nightmare 3:

Dean's heart pounded as he watched the mist leave the room. He could feel his body slick with sweat as he sat up. What the hell was the Cat in the Hat doing on his friggen' chest? And why the hell did it leave when Sam asked it over for coffee? What the hell?

"Dean," Sam said as he sat on the bed. Dean could feel the pressure of his brother sitting beside him but all he could see was himself with those retched black eyes; the look on his father's face when he stood over him with a scalpel; Castiel's cold, heartless eyes…Lucifer in Sam with the steel gaze. The hellhounds once again tearing him apart like paper in a shredder. He didn't realize he was shaking until he felt an arm wrap around him, holding him still.

"Dean," Sam said again, noticing how his brother was just staring ahead blankly. He wrapped an arm around Dean to stop him from shaking. He felt his stomach turn when Dean looked at him and flinched. Whatever he had a nightmare about must have been really bad.

"Sammy," Dean breathed, finally collecting himself. It was just a nightmare…this was Sam beside him. It wasn't Lucifer…Lucifer wasn't capable of those soft, puppy dog eyes.

"Dean," Sam sighed in relief. He quickly released his arm from Dean, knowing his brother would call him a chick "Are you okay?"

Dean took a deep breath. He was fine; he had been in Hell before. A nightmare was nothing…they were practically a weekly thing for him. He smiled "What was up with you inviting Cheshire cat over for coffee?" he asked with a cracking laugh.

Sam smiled as he gave his brother more space "I honestly didn't know it would work. Last night when I had my nightmare…I saw the same thing. I thought it was just part of my dream. That's why I didn't say anything but I looked it up anyways," he explained "Besides all the Dr. Seuss crap, there was a ton of different lore and whatnot so I kind of just…collected all of the information in my head."

"Well what was that thing?" Dean asked, wiping his forehead with his arm. His heart was finally back in a semi-normal pace but he couldn't get the images out of his head. He really wished Castiel was around…that angel always knew how to make him feel better after a nightmare.

"I believe it's an Alp," Sam said "It's in German lore."

"Alp?" Dean asked, shaking his head "What was up with the coffee?"

Sam smiled slightly as he climbed off of Dean's bed. He took a seat on his own and opened up the laptop to reread the information about Alps.

"It says here that if you invite an Alp over for something to drink then it will stop an attack and be forced to leave and come back in the morning in its true form," Sam explained.

Dean arched an eyebrow "Are you serious?"

Sam nodded "Yeah…the thing can shapeshift…and always wears a hat called a Tarnkappe," he said as he read it on the screen "It's where it gets all of its power."

"It's odd, though…usually its victims are female because it likes the taste of their breast milk," Sam said, reading the information.

"That's sick," Dean said, standing up. He needed a shower badly "Does it say anything about killing people with their worst fear?"

Sam read on a little "It says here that it has an evil eye that can curse people who look into it…and cause diseases."

Dean lifted his eyebrows as he grabbed a new set of clothes. It was only 4AM but he was positive he wouldn't be able to get any more sleep "Well, how do we kill it?"

Sam read some more "Destroying its evil eye will make it…well, good. But to kill it…immobilize it with a lemon then burn it."

Dean paused as he leaned over his bag and turned to Sam "A lemon?"

Sam nodded "Yeah…apparently, they hate lemons."

"Okaaay," Dean drawled "Where are we going to get a lemon at 4AM?"

"Go to that 24 hour market I saw a few miles back," Sam said, closing his laptop "You take a shower, I'll go get the lemon."

"Wait, how are we going to catch it?" Dean asked "If it turns into mist or whatever?"

"Oh…well, it has to come back since I told it to…and just plug up any hole that it can get out of," he said.

Dean nodded "How long do we have?" he asked.

Sam shrugged "I have no idea," he said "But I'm sure we have a few hours."

"Alright," Dean said, walking towards the bathroom. He paused when he heard Sam grab the keys "Sammy?" he asked.

Sam slid his jacket on and turned to Dean "Yeah?" he asked.

Dean took a deep breath "Please be careful out there…if you looked into its eye…"

Sam froze and just stared at Dean for a moment. It had been a really long time since Dean just outwardly expressed concern. He gave his brother a nod "I'll be fine. Trust me, I haven't seen any clowns just roaming around. I think I'm alright."

Dean nodded, his stomach turning in worry. He turned to the bathroom and closed the door.

Sam stared at the room for a moment before heading out.

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Dean and Sam were sitting in the room with a pot of coffee brewing when they heard a knock on the door. Sam gave Dean a tight smile before slowly opening up the door. He arched an eyebrow when he stared down at the very short creature before him.

It stood quite a few feet shorter than Sam and it had pale greenish-tinted skin. Its face was pointed as it stared up at Sam with big, dark eyes. Sam knew its ears would be very pointed if they weren't covered up by the huge black top hat on its head. It was wearing torn light tan pants and a ragged and dirty white shirt. It slid through the door when Sam opened it for access.

Dean stared at the little creature with disgust when he remembered the nightmare it made him have. The Alp stared at the brothers and watched as Sam covered up all exit holes in the room.

"Well look at you," Dean muttered.

"You must let me explain," the Alp said, his voice deeper than either of the Winchester's expected.

"Explain what?" Dean asked, standing up from the chair. He took a step closer to the creature "How you killed five innocent people?"

"Please, my name is Senvrah," the Alp said "I have to do this…I have to do it for my family. I do not mean to curse those with my eye."

"Please," Dean scoffed "Don't try that crap on me."

"It is not a lie," Senvrah said "I have children to care for."

"I happen to know that this is a ruse," Sam said, walking over to his bag.

"How could you say such a thing?" Senvrah questioned, though he was beginning to sense that these men were not just ordinary humans. They seemed to know a lot about him.

"I know," Sam said, sliding the lemon into his coat pocket. He clutched it tightly though, awaiting the right moment.

"Okay," Senvrah said "I will leave you two alone."

Dean shook his head "Not good enough. You killed innocent people…we can't let you go."

Senvrah stared around with wide eyes. He had hoped the deceit of having a family would work…it always worked when he felt trapped. Now he was alone in this room with two men who seemed to know all too well about his kind. He took a deep breath and was met by the scent of coffee "Please understand."

"No," Dean said, stepping closer to the Alp. Senvrah backed up and gasped when he felt a cool breeze on his head as his Tarnkappe was pulled right off of him. He clasped at his bare, bald head and gasped when he felt all power leave his body.

"Please, I'll do anything…just give me back my Tarnkappe," he pleaded as he turned to the taller human who held it.

"You mean your little hat?" Sam asked, holding it up high.

Senvrah stared from one man to the other and he then noticed that the older of the two had the particular glow around him that indicated that he was indeed cursed.

Dean took a deep breath as he stared at the creature. He froze and a chill ran up his spine when he heard a deep, rumbling growl sound behind him. His heart began to pound in his chest as he slowly turned his head. He felt the wave of fear sweep over him like standing naked in a winter breeze as he was met by the dark, fearsome eyes of a hellhound.

"S-Sammy," he whispered, his voice becoming lost in his throat.

Sam immediately turned to Dean when he heard the fear in his voice "What?" he asked.

"Can you see that?" Dean questioned, his eyes still on the hound that stood taller than the table beside the window. Lava-like substance spilled off of its dark body and its claws seemed to dig into the carpet as it stared at Dean like he was prey. If this was what he thought then why the hell was it a friggen hellhound? He was terrified of flying…but he was also afraid of the stupid hounds. Oh he had no idea which one was worse.

Sam stared to where Dean was looking but he didn't see anything "Dean, I don't see anything," he said, suddenly fearing the worst…that Dean was indeed cursed by this Alp, who was staring in the direction Dean was.

"Did you curse my brother?" Sam asked, his voice raising in anger.

Senvrah gasped and backed up from the tall man. Without his Tarnkappe, he was powerless "I did not mean to," he said.

"Make it stop!" Sam shouted at the creature.

Senvrah shook his head "I cannot," he said "I cannot stop it."

"Sam," Dean said, backing up as the hound began to crawl forward.

Sam felt panic in him and instantaneously, his hunter instincts took over. It seemed like slow motion as the Alp jumped towards the door, pointed fingers stretched out to grab the handle. Sam quickly grabbed the thing by its neck and shoved it onto the floor. He was amazed at the strength as Senvrah tried to push him off. Sam then grabbed the lemon from his pocket and shoved the entire thing as a whole into the small mouth of the Alp.

Senvrah felt as his entire body became motionless as the lemon filled him. He felt fear for once in a very long time as he realized he was not going to get out of this place alive.

"Sammy," Dean said, his voice cracking as he backed up further, hoping to get to his bag. If only he could find the demon blade or an angel killing blade…but he didn't have one of those damn things.

"I'm hurrying Dean," Sam said, his voice rushed as he grabbed the lighter fluid and matches from the duffel bag. His hands shook as he ran back over to the Alp, which was curled onto the floor, his mouth pressed out from the lemon.

Sam made sure to look away from those pleading eyes as he dripped the fluid all over the creature. He then turned his head as he flicked the match, lighting the flame on it. He then dropped it onto the creature.

Dean could see the faint glow of fire erupting in the room but all he could do was stare at the hellhound who now had him backed up into a corner with no weapon. He flinched when it leapt up at him. He half expected nothing to happen…he had hoped it was just a hallucination but suddenly, his body was thrown viciously onto the floor.

He yelped out when he felt the pressure of it on top of him and he could smell the hot, dank, sulfuric breath pouring from its mouth on his face.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, grabbing whatever he could find out of the bag. His stomach dropped when he heard Dean cry out in pain. He turned to see Dean's arm sliced cleanly open, claw marks dragged across it. Blood instantly began to cover him and the carpet below.

Dean ground his teeth, trying to hold out the pain. He gasped when the hound suddenly vanished in front of him. It lit up in flames before turning into smoke that descended in the air…disappearing like a ghost after burning their bones. He heaved out a deep breath and let his body slump against the wall. He didn't even care that he was soaked in his own blood or that his skin was torn. He just cared that the stupid hellhound was gone.

Sam turned to see a pile of ash and burnt carpet where the Alp used to be. He was also surprised to see the hat was also just a pile of ash. Without another look, he ran over to Dean, who was leaning against the wall, cradling his injured arm and closing his eyes. His bones were showing clearly. He also noticed Dean's jeans were becoming soaked on his thigh. Sam could tell already that Dean lost a lot of blood and he would most likely need some serious angelic assistance or a hospital…and there happened to not be one for miles.

"Dean," Sam said, pulling his brother into his arms "Hey, look at me."

Dean rolled his eyes and stared at Sam. He was surprised at how dizzy he was. He was sure the hound didn't get him that bad. He glanced down and lifted his eyebrows at his arm. Flesh and muscle hung off of bone and crimson covered the floor, matching with the ugly room. He laughed "Talk about pain splatters…"

"Dean, don't be an idiot," Sam said, pulling off his shirt to try and wrap it around his brothers arm. Dean hissed out in pain "I friggen hate those stupid hellhounds" he muttered, his voice slurring. Dean was honestly surprised at how a stupid injury on his arm and leg had him all mumbly.

"Castiel…its Sam…Dean really needs you right now…I don't think we have time to get to a hospital," Sam prayed at the ceiling.

"Sam, what is wrong?" a voice asked and Sam was surprised to hear it was Gabriel.

"Uh…" Sam started "Dean is hurt badly…I don't think he'll make it to a hospital."

Gabriel surprisingly had a downright serious angel-look on his face as he leaned down. He studied Dean for a moment "Can you let go of him?" Gabriel asked Sam, who hadn't realized he was holding onto Dean like he was going to vanish.

Sam felt his cheeks redden slightly but he unwillingly let go. Dean's eyes popped open at the loss of touch and they turned annoyed when they set on Gabriel. Leave it to Dean to hold a grudge when he was dying.

"Not you…where is Cas?" Dean asked, his voice weak as he tried to pull away from the archangel.

Gabriel rolled his eyes "Castiel is teaching another flying lesson," he said "He cannot be here right now…I heard Sam praying to him so I decided to see what was happening."

Dean blinked when his head became light. He didn't know what to think of the situation. Castiel probably begged Gabriel to help him…Gabriel wouldn't do it on his own.

Gabriel darted his eyes at Dean "No, Castiel did not ask me to come down," he said, realizing how easy it was to hear Dean's thoughts at the moment. That was a bad sign. He gently lifted Dean's injured arm and he winced slightly to see it cut clean down to the bone all across. He then noticed Dean's thigh was also sliced clean through and the artery was slightly nicked. He would have definitely not had made it another few minutes.

Dean sighed as lightheadedness took over and he honestly didn't have an ounce to strength to even argue with Gabriel. He blinked rapidly as numbness took over.

"Dean, you need to stay with me," Gabriel said firmly as he began to let his wings ascend around the hunter.

Dean tried to open his eyes but he just wanted to fall into the dark, warm place. He felt detached from his body. He came back to pain when he felt a hand slap onto his cheek. He popped his eyes open to see amber-gold. He glared "Ow," he said.

Gabriel smirked slightly, not being able to help it. It wasn't that the situation was funny it was more of this human dying from severely deep wounds and bloodloss and complaining about a slap to the cheek.

Dean tried to fall back into the warmth but ground his teeth when he was jerked upright again. He then felt wings close around him, holding him up. For a moment, he forgot where he was but Sam's voice snapped him back to reality. Those were definitely Gabriel's golden wings sending warmth. He felt a hand on his thigh and another on his arm.

Gabriel concentrated on healing the wounds. Normally, healing someone was as easy as a snap of fingers but injuries such as this…caused by a hell hound – which was really needed to question – took more effort since it was a hell creature that caused them.

Dean felt his wounds closing up and again, he just wanted to fall unconscious. He was amazed when he felt himself allowed to. He drifted off from the pain.

Sam watched Gabriel healing Dean and he had never been more grateful. After a few minutes, Gabriel blinked and let go of Dean, who slumped onto the ground, motionless.

Sam felt fear in his gut "W-What happened?" he asked.

"Oh relax…he is just sleeping it off," Gabriel said as he stood up. He snapped his fingers and Sam lifted his eyebrows to see the entire room in perfect condition. Not blood, burns or dust anywhere. There wasn't even the strange smell of burnt Alp in the room anymore.

Sam leaned down and grunted as he lifted his brother into his arms. He gently placed Dean down on the bed and sighed in relief to see him looking peaceful.

"Care to explain why Dean was attacked by a Hellhound?" Gabriel asked, his voice still somewhat serious. Sam was so used to hearing him crack jokes like the Trickster that it was odd to hear him being mature.

"Um…an Alp," Sam said, tearing his gaze away from his brother. He had honestly thought he would lose Dean again. His heart was beginning to slow down.

Gabriel arched an eyebrow "Ah…did it curse big boy over there?" he asked.

Sam nodded "Yeah…damn thing gave us both nightmares before we figured it out."

Gabriel stared at Sam, his amber-gold eyes filling with concern "I know how brutal their nightmares can be…you alright?"

Sam let out a laugh and nodded "I'm fine…it was mostly just clowns."

Gabriel smiled and shook his head "Of all things you've ever fought…you're afraid of clowns," he chuckled.

Sam laughed as he took a seat on the bed beside Dean "They are just creepy."

"You're an odd one," Gabriel said "That's why I've always had an interest in you. You big monster killing-book reading-big hearted-sasquatch."

Sam chuckled; okay, there was the Gabriel he knew. It was silent for a moment as Sam stared over Dean. He turned back to Gabriel "Thank you," he said "For helping Dean. I know he won't say it."

Gabriel waved a hand "It's fine," he said "but I really do have to get back upstairs."

Sam nodded; he wanted to ask what Gabriel was doing but decided he would rather not know. He grunted in surprised when he felt the short angel climb onto his lap. He groaned into the kiss, though as he wrapped his arms around the firm body and pulled him as close as he could. The kiss was rough yet soft and passionate all at once and it made Sam feel lightheaded. It seemed to end too soon, though. He sighed when Gabriel vanished from his lap in a breeze. He stared around the room for a moment before walking over to the other bed. He sat down and pulled out his laptop, already searching for the next case. He just hoped Dean would now understand that Gabriel changed…he doubted it though. Dean was far too stubborn.

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Blahblah ending.

Chapter ended up a lot longer than I expected…and a lot more happened than I expected…for one, Dean was never going to have been cursed…but it kinda just happened. I hope you liked it.

Onto a new and completely random oneshot! Please review! Pwetty pweeze?

Does anyone else think Dean should give Gabe a chance now?