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Sam, Viola, and Dean were in Elwood, Indiana interviewing a people about UFO sightings and abductions.
"I'm here because I believe that Elwood Indiana has become a center of extraterrestrial activity." Wayne said.
"There was this light. And then Patrick just vanished." Kim said.
"It's all happening, you know? I mean, these entities have come to help push humanity to the next stage." Sparrow said.
"My name is Wayne Whitaker, Jr., and I have personally recorded dozens of eyewitness accounts, strange lights in the sky, mysterious presences attempting contact." Wayne said.
"Since this whole damned circus has blown into town, no one seems to realize we got four missing persons cases wide open. My friends lost loved ones." The Sheriff said.
"What happened to him? Something took him! I know it!" Kim said.
"We are right in the middle of what we in the field like to call a "UFO flap," and I am as happy as a pig in shoes." Wayne said.
"I can guarantee you that this has nothing to do with UFO's, little green men. Nothing extraterrestrial whatsoever." The Sheriff said.
"Of course it's not UFO's. It's fairies." Marion said.
"Fairies." Dean said. "Okay. Well, thank you for your input."
"What? Flying saucers not insane enough for you?" Sam said. Viola smacked his arm.
"What newspaper did you say you worked for?"
"Okay, if you want to add glitter to that glue you're sniffing, that's fine, but don't dump your whackadoo all over us. We'd rather not step in it."
"Okay, we're, we're done." Dean said trying to pull Sam away.
"The only thing you're missing is a couple dozen cats, sister."
"It's a blood sugar thing. My apologies." Dean said pulling Sam away.
"What?" Sam said to Dean.
"What? You gotta ask? Right, yes, you do have to ask."
"Look, I'm sorry, but this is all a big joke, right, and we're not actually taking this UFO crap seriously?" Sam asked.
"No, man. ET is made of rubber. Everybody knows that. But there are four legitimate vanishings in this town. Something's going on. And Sam? By the way, it's not the lady's fault that she took the brown acid."
"Yeah! So?"
"Empathy, man. Empathy. I mean, the old Sam would have given her some, some wussified, dew-eyed crap."
"Old Sam had a soul—was a soul. Whatever."
"Right! Yes, and, and, but you don't—aren't. Whatever."
"Right"
"Right. You don't care."
"Well—"
"You have to care!"
"About what, exactly?"
"About everything, man! About being human at least."
"Look, Dean. You obviously care. A lot. And that's great. But I can't care about what—I can't care about it, you know? What do you want me to do, fake it?"
"Yes. Absolutely. Fake it. Fake it till you make it."
"What happened to you wanting me to be all honest?" The three walked up to the Impala.
"Hey, you wanna be a real boy, Pinnochio, you gotta act the part."
"I was faking it Dean! Ever since we got back on the road together, I was picking every freaking word. It's exhausting."
"Okay. All Right. But until we get you back on the soul train, I'll be your conscience, okay?"
"So you're saying you'll be my… Jiminy Cricket."
"Shut up. But yeah, you freaking puppet. That's exactly what I'm saying." Dean said getting into the Impala.
"What would that make me?" Viola asked getting into the back.
"You can be that blue thing." Dean said.
"Gee thanks Dean. It's a blue fairy. She's the one to make him a real boy just so ya know." Sam looked back at her with a slightly amused face.
"You're gunna make me a real boy?"
"…I'm sensing an implied sexual innuendo." Viola said with her eyebrows up. Sam laughed and Dean rolled his eyes.
Dean opened the door of Brennan's Watchworks and walked inside. An older man sat at a table making or fixing a watch.
"Mr. Brennan?" Dean asked.
"Mmm?" The man hummed and looked over as the three walked down the short steps.
"We're with The Mirror." Sam said. "We would like to ask you—"
"What? Is this about Patrick? Patrick's gone."
"Missing." Dean said. "Right. Yes, that's what we want to talk to you about."
"Now, your son was the first to disappear." Sam said.
"First to be taken." Mr. Brennan corrected
"Taken." Sam said. Mr. Brennan got up and motioned towards the door before walking up the steps.
"Get out! Out!" He said.
"Mr. Brennan, who do you believe took your son?" Dean asked.
"You people can't help me. My boy is never coming back."
"You sound awfully sure." Sam said.
"Excuse me?"
"Like you know something you're not talking about." Sam said.
"Okay. All right." Dean said to Sam before looking at Mr. Brennan.
"You know what they say. 72 hours. After that, the odds of finding a missing person drop to nothing, right?"
"Well, every case is different." Dean said.
"It's been weeks."
"All right. Listen." Dean took out his wallet and put a card on the table. "Call us if anything comes to mind." The three of them left.
"What do you think?" Sam asked once they were outside.
"I think he's hiding something. Why don't you stay and watch Watchmaker and see what happens when the sun goes down, and I'll go check out the crop circles."
"Okey dokey."
"But do not engage with, maim or in any way kill Brennan. In fact, I don't want you making any judgment calls whatsoever. Anything happens, call me." Dean started to walk away.
"You know, Jiminy, I was on my own for a whole year. I did fine without you."
"Yeah. I don't want to know your definition of fine. Vi, stay with Sam."
"I don't need her to baby sit me, Dean." Sam said.
"Yeah and I don't want to either." Viola said crossing her arms.
"Too bad, watch each other." Dean said before walking away.
Later that night Sam and Viola went to a bar/dinner. They sat at their own tables next to each other because Sam didn't want the waitress to think they were dating. After about 20 minutes Sam called Dean.
"The only thing this guy is up to is alcoholism." Sam said.
"Good." Dean said.
"You know, maybe I should go talk to him again. I mean, you're the one who said he's hiding something."
"Shh! Shh!"
"What? You see something? Dean, what's out there?" Viola moved her chair closer to Sam and he moved the phone so they could both listen.
"Hang on a second. Holy… UFO! UFO!"
"Whoa! Dude, stop yelling. You're breaking up. I didn't catch that last part."
"Close encounter! Close encounter!"
"Close encounter! What kind? First? Second?"
"They're after me!"
"Third kind already? You better run, man. I think the fourth kind is a butt thing."
"Empathy, Sam! Empathy!" Sam motioned to the waitress for another beer.
"They still after you?" Sam asked. Suddenly there was a noise as the phone dropped and Dean could be heard yelling.
"Come on!"
"Dean? Are you there? What happened? Dean?" Sam looked at the phone then hung up. The waitress came over with another beer. "Thanks. " He said watching her walk away. Viola reached over and took the beer. "Hey." He tried to take it back but she moved away.
"I just wanna try a sip."
"Aren't you like 19?"
"Shh! What do you care?"
"I don't," He said with a shrug. "But that's mine."
"Just a little sip?" He took it away making her pout.
"No." He said before taking a swing.
"Shouldn't we go see if Dean's alright?" Sam looked a little annoyed. "Come on Pinoc, we gotta save your conscience."
"Use your pixie dust and go get him."
"Sam." Viola stood up and pulled him up.
"Alright, alright, geez."
Sam and Viola went to the cornfield and found Dean's ringing phone. Sam picked it up and turned it off. They left the cornfield and went to a group of trailers that seemed to be a bunch of UFO enthusiasts.
"So, they're real. UFO's." Sam said walking up to a Wayne.
"Like I said before, son, the truth is out there." Wayne said.
"Okay, you're the expert. How do I get them?"
"Come again?"
"You hunt ET's, right? I need to know how to get them."
"You and me both." He handed Sam a packet. Sam rifled through it.
"This is it?"
"Well, I'd say that 30 years of eyewitness accounts speak for themselves as incontrovertible proof—"
"Yeah, right. My brother was abducted so I'm pretty good on the whole proof part." Sam said. A pretty girl, Sparrow, walked up and joined the conversation.
"Your brother was abducted?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"Oh my God."
"It's fine. I mean, I've had time to adjust."
"Did it happen when you were kids?"
"No, like, half an hour ago. So, you've been hunting UFO's for over three decades and you basically have no concrete data and zero workable leads."
"Well, I—"
"Have you considered the possibility that you suck at hunting UFO's?" Sam started to walk away.
"I'd like to help. If I can." The girl said following them. Sam smiled. "Name's Sparrow."
"Sam."
"Viola."
"Nice hair. Are you his sister, girlfriend-?"
"My brother's-!" Sam said quickly. "My brother's girlfriend." Viola's eyebrows went up.
Viola sighed sitting outside the motel. Suddenly she heard someone walking up and looked to see Dean.
"Dean!" She ran over and hugged him. "You're okay." She let him go and he looked around before frowning.
"Where's Sam?" She made and face and pointed to the room. Dean opened door to motel room, turned on the lights and found Sam in bed with Sparrow.
"Dean!"
"What the hell?"
"Oh that's Dean! Sam, they brought your brother back." Sparrow said. Dean looked back at Viola who sighed.
Sparrow picked up the rest of her clothes while Sam put on his shirt.
"Okay. It's all right, Sam. I so totally understand that you need time as a family." She walked ot the door. She stopped and looked at Dean. "But it's just—what were they like?"
"They were grabby, incandescent douche bags. Good night."
"Too soon… ? Okay." She left closing the door.
"…You're upset." Sam said.
"I was abducted. And you were banging Patchouli."
"I didn't think she smelled that bad."
"I was abducted by aliens!"
"We were looking into it."
"Looking into it! I was gone for, like, an hour."
"An hour—"
"And most of that was walking back to town!"
"Dean, I think your watch is off. You've been gone all night." Sam took out his phone.
"What are you talking about? No I haven't." Sam showed him the time on the phone. "Four a.m.?"
"Yeah! UFO time slip. That actually falls in line with a lot of abduction stories."
"Falls in line…"
"Yeah."
"Nothing's falling in line." Dean sat down on the bed.
"Here. Drink." Sam handed him a glass. "Good."
"Thank you." Dean said after he drank all of it. Sam poured another glass.
"Yeah. Now. Come on. Talk to me. What happened?" Sam sat on the other bed, Viola walked to sit next to Sam.
"Well, uh, there was this… God help me, Sam, there was this bright white light!" Dean said with a fake smile.
"It's okay." Sam said. Sam patted Dean's leg. Dean looked at him incredulously. "Safe room." He took his hand off.
"And then suddenly, I was, uh, I was in a different place. And there were these beings, and they were too bright to look at, but I could feel them pulling me towards this sort of table—"
"Probing table!" Sam said.
"God! Don't say that out loud!"
"Right. So what did you do?"
"I went crazy. I started hacking and slashing and firing." He chuckled and stood up. "They actually seemed surprised. I-I-I don't think anybody's ever done that before. Yeah. I had a close encounter, Sam, and I won."
"You should take a shower."
"I should take a shower. I'm gonna, I'm gonna take a shower now." He put his class down and walked into the bathroom.
"Did you have to try and sleep with her in my bed?" Viola asked looking at Sam. He shrugged.
"Ya know, if ya want," He said giving her a smirk. "We could-"
"Stop right there." She held up a hand. "No Soul Sam is a pervert." He grinned. "Get off the bed; I wanna fall asleep before Dean gets back so he has to sleep in that bed." Sam got up and she got under the covers.
The next morning the three were at the dinner, Dean and Viola on one side, Sam on the other.
"So, on top of all the demons and the angels and the ghosts and the skinwalkers, it turns out that there's—so if aliens are actually real, what's next? Hobbits? Seriously." Dean said. Sam gave a passing girl the silent how ya doin'. "You just gave her the silent how ya doin'."
"What?"
"Our reality's collapsing around us, and you're trying to pick up our waitress?"
"Yeah. Okay. Look. Brings up a question. So, say you got a soul and you're on a case, and your brother gets abducted by aliens—"
"Yeah, then you do everything you can to get him back."
"Right! You do, but, what about when there are no more leads for the night? Are you supposed to just sit there in the dark and suffer, even when there's nothing that can be done at that moment?"
"YES!"
"What?"
"Yes, you sit in the dark and feel the loss."
"Absolutely! But couldn't I just do all that and have sex with the hippie chick?"
"No!"
"It'd be in the dark."
"No you couldn't because you would be suffering, and you can't just turn that off for the night." The waitress came over and put the check on the table.
"Thanks, guys."
"Thank y—" Dean started to say then saw the look Sam had. She walked away.
"Why not?"
"Because if you had a soul, your soul wouldn't let you."
"So you're saying having a soul equals suffering."
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
"Like, the million times you almost called Lisa." Dean looked at him. "So you're saying suffering is a good thing."
"I'm saying it's the only game in town." Dean got up.
"Okay! So how do we deal with the little green men?
"Research." Sam got up. "We've got about a century of UFO lore to catch up on, and there's no time for—What's up with that guy?"
"Who?" Sam asked
"The guy by the window giving me the stink eye."
"You mean the cop?"
"No, not the cop! The guy! He's right—oh now he's gone!"
"Who's gone?"
"Can we please just get out of here-"
"What's wrong with you?"
"- before I hit you?"
"Okay! Geez."
Back at the motel Dean was on his laptop doing research. He had Sam on the phone. Viola was taking a shower.
"Library's closing up soon. I'm almost done." Sam said.
"You find anything?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Way too much. Everyone on the planet believes in UFO's, and they will not stop writing books about it."
"Yeah, well at least books have punctuation. All right, keep digging and we'll see what you got when you get back." He hung up and suddenly David Bowie's Major Thom was playing on the radio in the motel room. Dean looked up and the lights start to flicker. "Oh no." There was a bright light outside. "Not again." Dean got up. The door slammed open and a bright ball of light floated there. Dean looked towards his guns. He went to get them and the ball went too. He looked closing at it. "Nipples?" The ball hit him in the face making him stumble back. "Bitch!" The ball flew around and hit him again. He stood in front of the microwave and when it came at him he moved, opening the door before closing it with the ball inside. He pressed buttons. "Ha ha." He held it down as the ball tried to get out. Suddenly the ball exploded. "Ha ha!" The bathroom door opened and Viola popped her head out.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" He turned around and looked at her.
"Come here."
"I'm in a towel, hold on."
"Hurry." He said. She got dressed and came out.
"What?" He motioned her over. The door opened and Sam walked in.
"Sam, good. Come here. See that." The three peered into the microwave.
"See what?" Sam asked.
"See what? See the blood. See all the blechh."
"Sorry, man. I'm not seeing it." Sam said. Dean looked at Viola who shook her head.
"You don't see the ick? It's right there."
"Okay, let's go with you see it and we don't. What the hell was it?"
"It was a, a little…naked lady, okay?"
"It was.. a what?"
"It was a- it was a little, glowing, hot naked lady. With nipples. And she hit me."
"I'm not supposed to laugh, right?" Dean hit the counter and looked at him. "Right. Okay. Sure. Um. So, shot in the dark here, but did this little lady have wings?"
"What the hell made you say that?" Dean asked.
"She did, didn't she?"
"Yeah, but how did, how'd y—" Sam sat at the table where the laptop was.
"One of the fringier theories I came across. It's actually what crazy crystal lady was yammering about. What if these abductions have nothing to do with UFO's?"
"What?"
"Okay, say these encounters have been going on for centuries, not with extraterrestrials but with ultra-terrestrials. People nowadays say "space aliens "or whatever, but they used to call them—" Sam spun the laptop around.
"Smurfs."
"Fairies."
"Fairies? Come on!"
"Dean, there's a straight line between ET's and fairies. Glowing lights, abductions. It's all the same UFO stuff, just under a different skin."
"You seriously think that the secret with UFO's is—"
"Hey, you're the one who pizza-rolled Tinkerbell. I'm just doing the math. But this is good. This is a lead."
"A lead where?"
The three sat in Marion's trailer. Tea was served in itty bitty cups.
"Fairies. Sprites and spriggens. Bogarts and brownies. The little people have many names." She sat down across from them. Dean pointed at a fairy figurine.
"Well, that's, uh, that's her. That's the little—"
"Ooh."
"Anyway, I, uh, I get that tinkerbells are fairies, but what about the tiny Santa Claus and the troll and the—"
"That's a garden gnome, and that's a large goblin, and—"
"But they're all fairies?"
"Yes. Faery comes in many shapes and sizes. Magical, mischievous beings from the realm next door."
"The fairy realm."
"Mm-hmmm."
"So it's like another dimension?" Sam asked.
"Another reality! Yes. Only people who have been there and returned to our world can see the Faery here."
"Right." Dean said. "Umm, why are the fairies abducting people?"
"Mmm. There is much theory and little fact. We know they only take firstborn sons, just like Rumplestiltskin did. Personally, I think they're taken to Avalon to service Oberon, the King of the Faery."
"Dean?" Sam asked. "Did you service Oberon, King of the Fairies?" Dean looked at him.
"Marion. Um. Let's say fairies are real, okay? What can we do about them?"
"Sorry?"
"We- How can we….."
"Interact with them."
"Yes, yes. Forcefully interact."
"Well, if you want to win a faery's favor, leave a bowl of fresh cream. They love cream."
"Okay! And, and, more forcefully?"
"Ohhh. All Faery hate iron, and the dark Faery burn when touched with silver. What else. Oh! You can spill sugar or salt in front of them. No matter how powerful, the Faery must stoop to count each grain."
"Well, allrighty. That's—Wow! A lot to absorb. Thank you." Dean said.
"Oh, oh, stay! Finish your tea." She said.
"I gotta say I, I love the feel—it's uhh, it's…" Dean looked around.
"It's like Sedona, Arizona, crapped in here." Sam said.
"Cute-a-riffic! Is what it is." Marion laughed. "Cute-a-riffic."
"Do you have bigger cups?" Sam asked.
The three were walking outside walking to the Impala.
"God, is it on me? I feel like I've got the crazy on me." Dean said.
"No. You did sit in some glitter, though." Sam said.
"Makes me want to believe in UFO's again."
"Doesn't really give us the next move, I grant you that. We can always put the call out to Bobby."
"Hey." Dean nodded towards where Mr. Brennan was buying three crates filled with cartons of cream. "I'll be damned. Isn't that the watch guy?
"Huh. They love cream." Sam said. The three got into the car.
At Brennan's Watchworks, and Sam, Viola, and Dean were watching him carry cream into the store.
"All right you stick with half and half, and I'm going to check out his store. And no hippie chicks! Vi stay with him."
"You never want me with you." Viola said with a pout.
"Fine, next time we slit up you can come with me." Dean said getting out of the car. She grinned. Sam moved over to the driver's seat. Viola started to climb into the front. Sam looked over and as she sat in the seat her skirt got pulled up. She pulled it down quickly and hit Sam's arm when she noticed his smirk. "Hope you have better manners with your soul."
Sam and Viola walked into a bar.
"You have to sit with me this time, Dean said no hippie chicks." Sam rolled his eyes. They sat and watched Mr. Brennan. Sam's phone rang and he held it up so he and Viola could hear.
"Yeah?" Sam said.
"Freaking full of Keeblers over here, man. Just full of 'em."
"What?"
"It's like the story with the shoe guy and all the elves. Hey, you think Brennan made a deal with a bunch of fairies?"
"Lemme get back to you." They hung up. "Wait here." Sam said before he got up and walked up to Mr. Brennan. "So, Mr. Brennan. Hello again."
"Leave me alone."
"Did I ever mention how beautiful your work is?"
"What?"
"The watches. Just stunning. What I can't figure out is how one man can put out that much product. I mean, hell! If I didn't know better, I'd say you have a bunch of elves working for you." He looked away and Sam grabbed his shoulder. "Except I do know better, and you have a bunch of elves working for you."
"You're insane."
"So, tell me. How does a father decide to trade his son for a bunch of watches? I mean, I assume you have a soul so what's your excuse?"
"You don't understand. It wasn't like that."
"Then how was it?" The two moved over to the table.
"I supported my family for 30 years making those watches. It's the only thing I know how to do. Parkinson's. Was losing my hands. I was losing everything. My grandmother, she always used to say that they were real. She told me all of these stories when I was a kid about how to summon them, how to get favors from them."
"So you learned how to work a spell."
"I mean, honestly, I doubted it would even work. I was just desperate. But she left me this book, so I did the ceremony in my back office two months ago, and this man appeared and said he was a leprechaun."
"A leprechaun."
"I asked him just to cure my hands, but he said he would do even better. He would make me more successful than I had ever been. He told me he'd bring a crew of workers, that I could save my business, save my name."
"In exchange for?"
"He just wanted a place for them to rest, to take of the fruit and fat of the land. I said yes. I wasn't thinking."
"And the fruit and the fat was?"
"My firstborn. Not just mine. There's been others. They're not stopping. They're not going to stop."
"There's gotta be a way to reverse the spell."
"There is. But the book is in a safe in my shop. They won't let me near it. It's been a nightmare."
"You can see the fairies?"
"Yes."
Dean was walking down the sidewalk, trying to avoid the Redcap. He ducked into an alley and the Redcap followed. Dean turned a corner and flattened himself against a wall then launched out and tackled a little person.
"Wha-? Help! Help!"
"Little fairy! What do you want, you fairy? Huh? Huh? Fairy!"
"Daddy!" A little girl screamed. Dean stopped and let go.
"Oh God no. Haha! I'm just kidding!" Dean said. Sam, Viola and Brennan were walking down the same street Dean was on. Sam was trying to call Dean on his phone.
"Don't worry, Brennan. We can do this. My brother and I are gonna cover you while you reverse the ritual. Sam saw Dean being cuffed and arrested. There were a small crowd of onlookers. "Dean! Hey dude! What happened?"
"Sam…. Hey!" Dean was thrown into back seat of police car.
"What am I supposed to do?" Sam called.
"Fight the fairies. You fight those fairies." The door was shut but they could see Dean looking back at them. "FIGHT THE FAIRIES!"
Dean was sitting in a jail cell
"I'm just trying to understand exactly what kind of hate crime this even was."
"It wasn't a hate crime." Dean said.
"I mean, if this gentleman were a full-sized homosexual, would that be okay with you?"
"I don't hate any size person, or any size… gay… guy."
"He's not gay as it happens. But! He is the district attorney for Tipton County. Runs a tight ship, tell you what."
"I'd say he's done so well for himself, considering his…considering these tough economic times. Good for him."
"Son, you are all kinds of messed up." The sheriff left Dean in jail to pace for hours.
Sam, Viola and Brennan snuck in through the back door of Brennan Watchmakers.
"Are they here?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but it's all right. Greenhats like tequila." Mr. Brennan snuck over to his safe and got the spell book. "lich sha-hayt. Uh keeya shun, augus small un sorashun, augus phooetek en shia, en rache connecsha…." Suddenly he got stabbed in the back. He fell over and they could see Wayne standing behind him.
"You! You're the leprechaun?" Sam asked.
"Indeed I am. Sorry about the mess, but your friend here went back on his deal."
"Well, you weren't very clear with him on the terms."
"I told him there was a price. Once we come, we come to stay."
"So you take firstborns and then what? You just sit back and watch while they cover the abductions for you with all that crazy UFO crap? Which you help encourage, naturally. Nice con. But, your cover's blown now, Wayne."
"Blown? To whom? Brennan's dead. Your brother? Heh. He's marked. Been to the ranch. He's ours now."
"Yeah. Well. Then there's us."
"You? But you can only see me" Suddenly he disappeared. "if I let you."
"True, but you'll have to get near me eventually, and I have very good reflexes." The leprechaun reappeared behind them.
"You're not like the rest of them, are you?"
"Nope." Sam said.
"No, I could see that right off. You're missing a certain piece, right in the center, ain't you? And it seems yours is on the line." He said to Viola
"Says who?"
"We fairy folk? We're all about energy. And the human soul gives off a certain perfume. Your soul is far away. But not completely out of reach."
"Is that so?"
"Sam, I can get it back for you. For a price." Sam laughed.
"That's adorable. It's locked in a box with the devil."
"Your devil. Not mine."
"There's no freaking way a leprechaun can do what angels cannot."
"Angels." He laughed. "Please. I'm talking about real magic, sonny. From my side of the fence. Got a way of getting in back doors."
"So you're my blue fairy? You can make me a real boy again?"
"When you wish upon a star."
"Yeah. I got a wish." Sam shot the leprechaun.
"Iron! Painful, but not a deal breaker." He shot him again but hit the window. The leprechaun pushed Viola out of the way and she hit the ground. Sam and the leprechaun were at fisticuffs. The magic demon-killing knife didn't not work on the leprechaun. "Come on, lad. You've already taken your best shot."
"You're right." He dropped his gun. "I'm done shootin'. So do me a favor. And count this." Sam emptied a vial of salt onto the floor.
"Oh no." He threw his cane to the ground and started counting.
"Why didn't I do that earlier?"
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Viola asked. Sam flashed her a glare. Sam finished the spell.
"Kum savaltcha Ar noyang, kun enna, ret augus…
"Dammit."
"Kkuum doinsha and getta wabasach shul!" The fairies all disappeared.
"Thought I was your blue fairy." Viola said with a pout.
"More like pink. Besides I've had enough of those things."
The Sam, Dean and Viola were on a road by the car. Dean offered Sam a beer, and he refused. Viola looked hopeful.
"Not happening." Dean said shaking his head. "So. Here's to the tiniest DA. At least they're dropping the charges." They sat on the hood.
"Little big man." Sam said.
"I was wondering something."
"Yeah?"
"You think Lucky Charms really could have, you know, soul to sender?"
"Come on. It's crazy to think. He did talk a good game though."
"You said no. Why?"
"It was a deal. When's a deal ever been a good thing?"
"Mine's turned out okay." Viola said.
"That's to be determined." Sam said.
"I'm just trying to figure out how it works in there." Dean said.
"Dude, I do still have all my brain cells. If anything, my brain works better now." Sam said.
"Just making sure that's where your head's at. That you're not having second thoughts about getting your soul back."
"Oh."
"You're not, are you?"
"No."
How was that? I really wish someone would tell me how I'm doing on this.