Clap Your Hands If You Believe Part 2

Sam, Dean, and Angela were peering into the microwave.

"See what?" Sam asked.

"See what?" Dean repeated incredulously. "See all the blood. See all the blechh."

"Sorry, man." Sam shrugged. "I'm not seeing it."

"You don't see the ick?" Angela asked. "It's right there." She gestured at the inside of the microwave.

"Okay, let's go with you two see it and I don't." Sam shrugged. "What the hell was it?"

"It was, a, a little…naked lady, okay?" Dean mumbled.

"It was a what?" Sam asked, his brows furrowing together.

"It was a—it was a little, glowing, hot naked lady." Dean shrugged. "With nipples. And she hit us."

Sam looked at Dean and Angela. "I'm not supposed to laugh, right?" He asked. "Right. Okay. Sure. Um. So, shot in the dark here, but did this little lady have wings?"

Angela frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"She did, didn't she?" Sam asked.

Angela shrugged. "Yeah, but how did you know?"

"One of the fringier theories I came across," Sam said. "It's actually what crazy crystal lady was yammering about. What if these abductions have nothing to do with UFO's?"

"What?" Dean asked.

"Okay, say these encounters have been going on for centuries, not with extraterrestrials but with ultra-terrestrials," Sam explained. "People nowadays say 'space aliens' or whatever, but they used to call them fairies." He added, turning his laptop around.

"Fairies?" Angela scoffed. "Come on."

"There's a straight line between ET's and fairies," Sam replied. "Glowing lights, abductions. It's all the same UFO stuff, just under a different skin."

Dean shook his head. "You seriously think that the secret with UFO's is—

"Hey, you're the one who pizza-rolled Tinkerbell." Sam cut him off. "I'm just doing the math. But this is good. This is a lead."

"A lead where?" Angela asked.

~/~\~

The three hunters sat in Marion's trailer drinking tea from tiny cups.

"Fairies. Sprites and spriggens. Bogarts and brownies." Marion smiled. "The little people have many names."

Dean pointed at a figurine. "Well, that's, uh, that's her. That's the little—

"Ooh." Marion nodded.

"Anyway, I, uh, I get that Tinkerbells are fairies, but what about the tiny Santa Claus and the troll and the—

Marion nodded. "That's a garden gnome, and that's a large goblin, and—

"But they're all fairies?" Angela asked.

"Yes." Marion nodded. "Faery comes in many shapes and sizes. Magical, mischievous beings from the realm next door."

"The fairy realm," Dean said.

"Mm-hmm." Marion hummed.

"So it's like another dimension?" Sam asked.

"Another reality! Yes." Marion replied. "Only people who have been there and returned to our world can see the Faery here."

"Right." Angela nodded. "Umm, why are the fairies abducting people?"

"Mmm. There is much theory and little fact, dear." Marion replied. "We know they only take firstborn sons and daughters, just like Rumpelstiltskin did. Personally, I think they're taken to Avalon to service Oberon, the King of the Faery."

"Dean, Angie? Did you service Oberon, King of the Fairies?" Sam asked, earning an eye roll from Angela.

"Marion." Dean cleared his throat. "Um. Let's say fairies are real, okay? What can we do about them?"

"Sorry?" Marion frowned.

"How can we…" Dean trailed off.

"Interact with them." Marion finished.

"Yes, yes." Dean nodded. "Forcefully interact."

"Well, if you want to win a faery's favor, leave a bowl of fresh cream." Marion smiled. "They love cream."

"Okay." Dean nodded. "And, and, more forcefully?"

"Ohhh." Marion nodded. "All Faery hate iron and the dark Faery burn when touched with silver." She explained. "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, alright." Angela nodded. "That's…Wow! A lot to absorb. Thank you." She smiled.

"Oh, oh, stay!" Marion urged. "Finish your tea."

Dean looked around. "I gotta say, I, I love the feel—it's uh, it's…"

"It's like Sedona, Arizona, crapped in here," Sam said.

"Cute-a-riffic!" Dean smiled. "Is what it is."

Sam looked down at his cup. "Do you have bigger cups?"

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were walking outside.

"God, is it on me?" Dean asked. "I feel like I've got the crazy on me."

"No." Sam shook his head. "You did sit in some glitter, though."

"This makes me want to believe in UFO's again," Angela said.

"Doesn't really give us the next move, I grant you that," Sam commented. "We can always put the call out to Bobby."

Sam, Dean, and Angela saw Mr. Brennan buying a flat of cream.

"Hey. Isn't that the watch guy?" Angela asked.

"Huh. They love cream." Sam said.

~/~\~

At Brennan's Watchworks, Sam, Dean, and Angela watched Brennan carry the cream into the store.

Angela looked up at Sam. "Alright, you stick with half and half, and Dean and I will go check out his store." She instructed. "And for the love of God, no hippie chicks."

~/~\~

Dean broke into the back door of Brennan's Watchworks. Dean and Angela snuck inside and saw brownies making watches. They snuck back out.

~/~\~

Sam was at a bar watching Mr. Brennan. Suddenly his phone rang.

"Yeah?" Sam asked into the phone.

"Freaking full of Keeblers over here, man." Dean's voice came through the phone. "Just full of 'em."

"What?" Sam asked, his brows furrowing together.

"It's like the story with the shoe guy and all the elves," Dean said. "Hey, you think Brennan made a deal with a bunch of fairies?"

"Lemme get back to you," Sam said before hanging up. Sam approached Mr. Brennan at the bar. "So, Mr. Brennan. Hello again."

"Leave me alone." Mr. Brennan grumbled.

"Did I ever mention how beautiful your work is?" Sam asked.

Mr. Brennan looked confused. "What?"

"The watches." Sam clarified. "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 explained. "Except I do know better, and you have a bunch of elves working for you."

"You're insane." Mr. Brennan said.

"So, tell me," Sam replied. "How does a father decide to trade his son for a bunch of watchers? I mean, I assume you have a soul so what's your excuse?"

"You don't understand." Mr. Brennan mumbled. "It wasn't like that."

"Then how was it?" Sam asked.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela walked along the sidewalk. They saw the man in the red cap from the diner standing across the street, staring at them again. Dean and Angela snuck away.

~/~\~

"I supported my family for 30 years making those watches." Mr. Brennan said. "It's the only thing I know how to do. Parkinson's. Was losing my hands. I was losing everything." He explained. "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," Sam said.

"I mean, honestly, I doubted it would even work." Mr. Brennan shrugged. "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," Sam repeated.

"I asked him just to cure my hands, but he said he would do even better." Mr. Brennan explained. "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?" Sam pressed.

"He just wanted a place for them to rest, to take the fruit and fat of the land." Mr. Brennan said. "I said yes. I wasn't thinking."

"And the fruit and the fat was?" Sam raised a brow.

"My firstborn. Not just mine. There have been others." Mr. Brennan replied. "They're not stopping. They're not going to stop."

"There's gotta be a way to reverse the spell," Sam said.

"There is." Mr. Brennan replied. "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?" Sam asked.

"Yes." Mr. Brennan nodded.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were walking down the sidewalk, trying to avoid the man in the red cap. They ducked into an alley and the man followed. Dean and Angela turned a corner and flattened themselves against a wall. Dean launched out and tackled a little person.

"Wha-?" the little person groaned. "Help! Help!"

"Oh no," Angela muttered.

"Little fairy!" Dean yelled. "What do you want, you fairy? Huh? Huh? Fairy!"

Angela noticed a little girl staring at them. "Oh God no," she said. "Haha! He's just kidding, sweetie!"

~/~\~

Sam and Mr. Brennan turned a corner and were walking down the same street the Dean and Angela were on. Sam was trying to call both Dean and Angela.

"Don't worry, Brennan," Sam assured. "We can do this. My brother and my friend and I are gonna cover you while you reverse the ritual."

Sam saw Dean and Angela being handcuffed and arrested. There was a small crowd of onlookers.

"Dean! Angie!" Sam called. "What happened?"

"Sam…Hey!" Angela replied as she was thrown into the back of the police car.

"What am I supposed to do?" Sam asked.

"Fight the fairies," Dean said as he was shoved into the police car. "You fight those fairies. Fight the fairies!"

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were in a jail cell.

"I'm just trying to understand exactly what kind of hate crime this even was." The Sheriff said.

"It wasn't a hate crime," Angela assured.

"I mean, if this gentleman were a full-sized homosexual, would that be okay with you?" The Sheriff raised a brow.

Dean sighed. "We don't hate any size person or any size…gay…guy."

"He's not gay as it happens." The Sheriff said. "But! He is the district attorney for Tipton County. Runs a tight ship, tell you what."

"I'd say he's done well for himself, considering his…" Dean stopped himself when the Sheriff and Angela glared at him. "Considering these tough economic times."

The Sheriff shook his head. "Son, you are all kinds of messed up." He said before he left.

~/~\~

Sam and Mr. Brennan snuck into the store through the back door.

"Are they here?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but it's alright." Mr. Brennan assured. "Greenhats like tequila." He added as he snuck over to the safe and grabbed the spell book. "Iich sha-hayt. Uh keeya shun, augus small un sorashun, augus phooetek en shia, en rache connecsha…"

The leprechaun came up and suddenly stabbed Mr. Brennan in the back.

"You!" Sam glared. "You're the leprechaun?"

"Indeed I am." Wayne Whitaker smiled. "Sorry about the mess, but your friend here went back on his deal."

"Well, you weren't very clear with him on the terms," Sam replied.

Wayne shrugged. "I told him there was a price. Once we come, we come to stay."

"So you take firstborns and then what?" Sam asked. "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?" Wayne smirked. "Brennan's dead. Your brother and friend? Heh. They're marked. Been to the ranch. They're ours now."

"Yeah. Well. Then there's me." Sam replied.

"You?" Wayne laughed. "But you can only see me if I let you." He said before he disappeared.

"True, but you'll have to get near me eventually, and I have very good reflexes." Sam retorted.

The leprechaun reappeared. "You're not like the rest of them, are you?"

"Nope." Sam narrowed his eyes.

"I could see it right off," Wayne smirked. "You're missing a certain piece, right in the center, ain't you?"

"Says who?" Sam asked.

"We fairy folk? We're all about energy." Wayne replied. "And the human soul gives off a certain perfume. Your soul is far away. But not completely out of reach."

"Is that so?" Sam raised a brow.

"Sam, I can get it back for you." Wayne offered. "For a price."

"That's adorable." Sam scoffed. "It's locked in a box with the devil."

"Your devil. Not mine." Wayne replied.

"There's no freaking way a leprechaun can do what angels can't." Sam scoffed.

"Angels." Wayne 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?" Sam asked. "You can make me a real boy again?"

"When you wish upon a star," Wayne smirked.

"Yeah. I got a wish." Sam replied, shooting Wayne.

Wayne groaned in pain. "Iron! Painful, but not a deal breaker."

Sam shot Wayne again.

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Dean and Angela, dejected, sat on a cot in the jail cell. The man in the red cap appeared next to the cot. The man laughed, patted Dean on the back, and proceeded to beat him up. Angela tried to pry the man off of Dean, but the leprechaun threw her into the wall.

~/~\~

Sam and Wayne were at fisticuffs.

"Come on, lad," Wayne smirked. "You've already taken your best shot."

Sam nodded. "You're right. I'm done shootin'. So do me a favor, and count this." He replied as he emptied a vial of salt onto the floor.

"Oh no." Wayne groaned.

"Why didn't I do that earlier?" Sam asked himself.

Wayne started counting the salt while Sam finished the spell.

"Kum savaltcha…" Sam chanted.

"One…three…ass," Wayne grumbled.

"Ar noyang, kun enna, ret augus…" Sam continued.

"Dammit," Wayne mumbled.

"Kkuum doinsha and getta wabasach shul!" Sam finished.

The fairies disappeared from the watchmaker's shop and from the jail.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were by the Impala. Dean offered Sam a beer, and he refused it. Dean had a beer and Angela grabbed one from the cooler.

"So, here's to the tiniest DA," Dean said. "At least they're dropping the charges."

"Little big man." Sam nodded.

"We were wondering something," Dean said.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"You think Lucky Charms really could have, you know, returned soul to sender?" Dean asked.

"Come on." Sam shook his head. "It's crazy to think. He did talk a good game though."

"You said no," Angela said. "Why?"

"It was a deal." Sam shrugged. "When's a deal ever been a good thing?"

"We're just trying to figure out how it works in there." Dean defended.

"I do still have all my brain cells," Sam replied. "If anything, my brain works better now."

Angela took a sip of her beer and nodded. "Just making sure that's where your head's at. That you're not having second thoughts about getting your soul back."

"Oh," Sam replied.

She looked up at Sam and raised a brow. "You're not, are you?"

"No." Sam shrugged.

Angela looked unconvinced. "Mm-hmm." She hummed. "Well, I'm ready to hit the road if you guys are." She said before she got into the Impala.

Dean nodded and cast a suspicious glance at Sam before he too got into the Impala.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) I'm so, so, so excited for you guys to read Caged Heat, those chapters are gonna be a doozy. Also, who's excited for the Scooby Doo crossover tomorrow?! All I could think about was what Angie would do in that situation, to be honest. Anyway, stay tuned and don't forget to review! Your feedback is super appreciated. Love y'all.

~Emily