After Dean calmed down, he was hungry as fuck. You three went to a diner to eat some breakfast and talk about what the fuck actually happened last night.
"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?" Dean scoffs.
A woman passes by the table, and Sam looks her up and down and just smirks. She smiles back at him but continues to walk.
"You just gave her the silent, 'how ya doin''," Dean rolls his eyes.
"What?"
"Our reality's collapsing around us, and you're trying to pick up our waitress?"
"Yeah. Okay. Look, this brings up a question. So, say you got a soul and you're on a case, and your brother gets abducted by aliens—"
"Then, you do everything you can to get him back!" Dean finishes for Dean.
"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!" you and Dean shout at Sam.
"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," Sam shrugs.
"No you couldn't because you wouldn't be suffering, and you can't just turn that off for the night," Dean glares.
"Thanks, guys," the same waitress Sam was checking out is back with the check.
She smiles at Sam and leaves, and he can't stop staring at her. You and Dean are giving him the bitch face look.
"Why not?"
"Because if you had a soul, your soul wouldn't let you," Dean answers.
"So you're saying having a soul equals suffering?"
"Yes, that's exactly what he's saying," you say and snatch the bill to pay for it.
"Like, the million times you almost called Lisa. So you're saying suffering is a good thing."
"I'm saying it's the only game in town," Dean says and gets up.
You get up and place a few bills on the table that covers everything plus a tip.
"Okay! So how do we deal with the little green men?" Sam asks and gets up too.
"Research. 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?" Dean asks as he stares at the window by the door.
You and Sam look, but there is no one out there. You think maybe the cop is giving Dean a nasty look, but no one is actually looking at him.
"Who?" you ask.
"The guy by the window, giving me the stink eye."
"You mean the cop?" Sam wonders.
"No, not the cop! The guy! He's right—oh now he's gone!"
"Who's gone?" Sam asks.
"Can we please just get out of here before I hit you?" Dean glares.
"Okay! Geez," Sam laughs.
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Sam offered to go to the library and look up all there is to know about UFOs while you and Dean stayed in the motel. Everything has calmed down just a little bit, but you're getting overwhelmed by the emotions you first felt when you found Dean. What would have happened if you hadn't found Dean? What if he was just gone? Who is going to help you raise the baby? It's sure as hell not going to be Sam. Plus, Dean would miss out on everything the baby is going to experience as she grows up.
All of this and more is making you cry.
"Sweetheart, I'm fine. Really, I am," Dean sighs.
"I know, but the pregnancy hormones are making me cry. I mean, I thought I lost you," you cry softly.
"But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere right now. Do you want some water? A fluffy pillow?"
"Yeah," you nod.
Dean gets up and gives you those things. You clutch the pillow tightly as you drink your glass of water. He watches you with a careful eye, hoping you're not going to start crying again.
"Are you good?" he asks.
You nod silently, and he takes his phone out to call Sam to see if he found anything at the library. After all, he got nothing.
"You find anything?"
"Yeah, way too much," Sam says over speakerphone. "Everyone on the planet believes in UFOs, and they will not stop writing books about it."
"Yeah, well at least books have punctuation. Alright, keep digging and we'll see what you got when you get back."
Dean hangs up the phone and closes the laptop. He's been looking at blogs about aliens and UFOs all night, so he'd rather be doing something else right now. He is about to get up when every single light fixture starts flickering quickly before burning out.
"Dean, what is that?" you ask and stand up.
"Oh no," he mutters.
There is a bright white light shining outside the motel room, and you back away in fright.
"Not again," he whimpers.
"Dean, what is going on?" you ask.
The door slams open, but nothing is there. Dean stares at something as if something is there, so you're not sure what is going on. He freezes in his spot but looks at his gun that's on his bed. You're not sure what to do because anything can happen, and you have a child to think about. He rushes to his gun but is forced back by something hitting him.
"Dean! What are you staring at?" you yell and back away into one of the corners.
He just stares at whatever is right in front of him with a confused look.
"Nipples?" he asks, and that's when he gets punished in the face with whatever is right in front of him. "Bitch!"
Dean starts to fight the invisible force, and you scream in fear of him hurting you. You put up a transparent forcefield so that whatever he is doing, it's not going to reach you. He is moving all around the room crazily, waving his hands in the air like a madman. Tears are streaming down your face, but you can't look away.
Dean stands in front of the microwave and waits before opening it and slamming it shut. He puts the timer on for a minute and just watches as it starts to shake violently. He grabs the sides of the microwave to keep it shut, and he looks away from it as if there is a bright light shining in his face. Suddenly, it just stops, and the microwave dings to signal it's ready.
You shakily grab your phone out of your pocket and dial Sam without looking at it. When he answers, you pull yourself together.
"Sam, get your ass over here now."
It takes Sam all of ten minutes to get back to the motel room, and you're still shaken up. Dean tried to explain that there was a tiny naked lady with wings trying to attack him. He trapped her in the microwave and killed her, so to him, the microwave is covered with blood and guts, but you and Sam don't see anything in there.
"See what?" Sam asks.
"See what? See the blood. See all the blechh," Dean stutters.
"Dean, we're not seeing anything in there," you say slowly.
"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?" Sam tries not to laugh.
"You heard him correctly."
"It was a–it was a little, glowing, hot naked lady with nipples, and she hit me," he says seriously.
"I'm not supposed to laugh, right?" Sam asks, and Dean gives him the bitch face. "Right. Okay. Sure. Um, so, shot in the dark here, but did this little lady have wings?"
"What the hell made you say that?"
"She did, didn't she?" Sam nods and continues to talk before Dean can say anything. "It's from 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 UFOs?"
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"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 fairies," Sam explains and shows his laptop screen that's full of lore on fairies.
"Fairies? Come on!"
"Dean, there's a straight line between ET's and fairies–glowing lights and 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?" you ask.
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You can't fucking believe you're sitting inside Marion's trailer with Sam and Dean. Marion, the woman who was spouting facts about this being about fairies instead of UFOs. You thought she was crazy, but it looks like she's right about this one. You, Sam, and Dean are cramped into one side of the tiny booth she has inside her trailer. Se brings over some snacks as well as the tea she gave you in tiny ass cups that are meant for tea parties.
"Snacks?" she says and places the plate down.
"No thank, I'm not hungry," you chuckle.
"The baby is," she grins.
"How did you–"
"I have five children, dear. I know," she whispers and winks.
You hesitantly take a cookie, but you don't eat it.
"Fairies, sprites, spriggens, bogarts, and brownies. The little people have many names," she chuckles.
"Well, that's, uh, that's her. That's the little—" Dean points to a small naked lady figurine with wings. "Anyway, I get that tinkerbells are fairies, but what about the tiny Santa Claus and the troll and the—"
Marion has all sorts of little figurines inside her trailer ranging from fairies to Santa Claus to garden gnomes to goblins.
"That's a garden gnome, and that's a large goblin."
"They are all fairies?" you ask.
"Yes. Faeries come in many shapes and sizes. Magical, mischievous beings from the realm next door."
"The fairy realm," Sam confirms, and she nods. "So it's like another dimension?"
"Another reality! Yes. Only people who have been there and returned to our world can see the Faeries here."
"Right. Umm, why are the fairies abducting people?" Dean asks.
"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? Did you service Oberon, King of the Fairies?" Sam asks his brother.
He's trying to be serious, but you can hear the teasing behind it. Dean stares at his brother in contempt, yelling at him through his eyes. He swiftly turns to Marion to change the topic.
"Marion? Um, let's say fairies are real, okay? What can we do about them?"
"Pardon?"
"How can we...?"
"Interact with them?" she finishes for him, even though that's not the words he'd use.
"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, more forcefully?"
"All Faery hate iron and the dark Faery burns 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, alrighty. That's—wow! A lot to absorb. Thank you," you state and start to get up, but she quickly stops you.
"Oh, oh, stay! Finish your tea."
You grab your tiny ass cup and bring it to your lips, already not loving the taste of the tea.
"I gotta say I–I love the feel—it's uhh, it's," Dean tries to think of a nice thing to say about her trailer.
"It's like Sedona, Arizona, shit in here," Sam mutters.
"Cute-a-riffic! Is what it is," you blurt and chuckle nervously. Marion laughs, and you sip your disgusting tea. "Cute-a-riffic."
"You have bigger cups?" Sam asks.
You really need to leave this trailer, so you quickly finish your tea and head out of there as fast as you can. You put at least a hundred feet between you and her trailer before you shudder.
"God, is it on me? I feel like I've got the crazy on me," Dean groans.
"No. You did sit in some glitter, though."
"This makes me want to believe in UFOs again."
"This doesn't really give us the next move, I grant you that. We can always put the call out to my dad," you offer.
Dean stops at his car and stares at something across the road. You look to see the watchmaker, Mr. Brennan, buy four containers of cream. Marion did say that fairies love cream, and he's your best bet right now. Why would e be buying that much cream?
"I'll be damned. Isn't that the watch guy?"
"Yeah, and fairies do love cream," you state.
"Come on," Dean takes charge and gets into his car.
He takes you and Sam wherever Mr. Brennan is going. Apparently, he went back to his shop and put every single container of cream inside it before locking it. There would be only one reason as to why he left it in there, and you know it's not good.
"Alright you stick with half and half, and Y/N and I going to check out his store. And no hippie chicks!"
You and Dean get out of the car, and Sam scoots over to the driver's side to stick with his goal. You and Dean casually walk to the back of the store, and Dean is the lookout while you get the lock unlocked. Your magic encloses the doorknob, and the lock clicks. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. You open the door, and both of you head inside the quiet shop. There is nothing that suggests where he put the cream until you two get to the back room where the watches are made. The watches and clocks are clanging as if someone is working on them, but there is no one in the room.
"Dean there is–"
Before you can speak, Dean wraps a hand over your mouth and pulls you into his body. You freeze, knowing he wouldn't do that if he didn't have a good reason to. There is something he sees that you don't, and it's best if you stay quiet. Luckily, the noise you did make is drowned out by the clock's noises.
"Let's leave," he whispers faintly in your ear.
He pulls his hand away and slowly backs up until you two are out of the store.
"What the hell is that?" you ask, and he takes out his phone to call Sam.
"Fucking full of Keebler's over here, man. Just full of 'em... 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?"
Sam must have said something to end the call because Dean puts his phone away.
"Dean, would you please tell me what happened in there?" you ask. "And what happened back at the motel room?"
"Okay, I know you didn't see it, but a fairy attacked me last night. I don't know why, but she did. And that shop is full of fairies working on clocks and watches."
"Okay, I believe you. What are we going to do about it?"
"I don't know," he mutters.
He gets the feeling like he's being watched, and he stops walking. You look at him in a very concerning way when he looks across the street and pales.
"Dean, what is it?" you ask.
"Walk calmly and don't make a scene," he orders and turns the opposite way and starts walking.
"Dean, you're scaring me. What is going on?" you ask.
"Please just listen to me and I'll explain everything later. Walk faster," he whispers, and you do so.
You're not sure what is going on, but you trust him with your life, so you're not going to question him right now. Dean is basically running at this point, and you're trying to catch up with him. It's ridiculous if he thinks he can just make you do this without an explanation. While you believe him that something is wrong, if he just tells you what it is, then maybe you can fight it off together. He runs into an alleyway, occasionally looking back behind him. Whenever you look, there is nothing there, but when he looks, there is a man following him.
He turns a corner and grabs you, pulling him flush to his body. You wiggle out of his grasp because you're getting pissed off here.
"What the hell?"
"Hide. We have to hide," he whispers in fear.
"Okay, I'm going to get Sam," you state and start to walk away from him.
He tries to grab after you, but you are too quick for him. You're halfway down the sidewalk when you hear a bunch of commotion and a yell of surprise. Looking back, you see Dean tackle a small man to the ground. What the hell is up with him lately? Sam might have better luck, so you jog to the bar which is right around the corner when you almost end up knocking right into Sam. Mr. Brennan is next to him, and you look at the men with panic in your eyes.
"There is something wrong with Dean," you state.
Without an explanation, you lead the two men back to Dean but stop short when you see cops all around him. One of them has him in handcuffs and leading him to the police car.
"Dean!! Hey dude! What happened?" Sam asks but is held back by another police officer.
"Sam! Y/N! Hey!"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Fight the fairies. You fight those fairies!" he yells just as the cop forces him into the back seat. "FIGHT THE FAIRIES!!"