Moonlight Dwelling

"Huh?"

Dean took a swig from his bottle of beer wondering if Sam had lost his mind.

"We need to find the last fairy of Earth."

"So you want to search for Tinkerbell?"

Dean took a bite of his cheeseburger. After chewing and swallowing he took another swig of beer.

"We need to find her."

"Sam is this some residual weirdness from all that demon blood?"

Sam hated being reminded of that but he knew that it would take time to earn back Dean's trust if it could ever be done.

"No it isn't. If you don't believe me talk to Bobby."

Sam called Bobby and passed the phone to Dean.

"Hey Bobby."

"I found out that there's a way to stop the Apocalypse."

"Yeah I know I just have to agree to be an angel condom."

"No there's another way."

"Tinkerbell?"

"Yep. Now shag ass over here."

"Okay."

Dean finished his burger and beer.

"Let's go."

Sam had already put his stuff in the car while Dean was finishing his food. They drove to Bobby's place. Dean was still finding it a bit hard to believe that they had to find a fairy of all things. After knocking Bobby opened the door.

'Come on in I have the spell all ready."

"Huh?"

"To find the fairy you idjit."

Dean nodded. Bobby went over to the table where he had a book and a bunch of stuff laid out. He spoke in Latin so Dean had no idea what he was saying. He knew Sam was able to understand the Latin which annoyed Dean. He could read it but had no idea what it meant.

"Anyone want a beer?"

Dean wondered if this was some kind of prank because it made no sense that some fairy would help them stop the apocalypse.

"Now you boys just need to eat some Saltines.

"Is this a joke Bobby?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Dean didn't think so but he looked over at Sam who shrugged.

"Okay where are the crackers?"

"You can't eat them here you idjit. Go to the store and buy a new box. I'm almost out and while you're there could you pick up a few things for me? I have a list somewhere."

Bobby started searching his pockets and pulled out a grocery list. Dean took it and put it in his pocket.

"Now you have to eat the Saltines in a cemetery at the stroke of midnight. After that you'll get a message revealing the location of the last fairy. All you have to do is get her to sneeze to end the apocalypse nonsense."

Dean and Sam went off even though Dean had his doubts about this since it just sounded much too easy. After they went shopping they went to the cemetery and took out the crackers.

"Want a swig?"

"No thanks."

They both ate their crackers and waited. After they had both had six crackers a piece of paper floated down before them.

"I guess this is our sign."

Sam reached down and picked it up. 

"A map."

They went back to Bobby's place so they could drop off his groceries and head off to Disneyland where they had a date with a fairy. They took turns driving so they arrived just in time. They went to the teacups and found the fairy in question. Dean smiled at her which worked like a charm. She gestured for him to join her. They spun around in the teacups. Dean was dizzy but he managed to avoid making a fool of himself He just wasn't sure how he was supposed to get this girl whose name was Roxy to  sneeze. He tried sneezing after all it worked with yawning. If you were around someone that started yawning you were bound to start yawning too.

"Bless you."

"Thanks."

It didn't work so Dean looked over at Sam who was just standing there like a big doofus. Sam looked in his pockets and found some pepper that he'd been saving. He walked over to Dean and Roxy. He opened the packet of pepper and threw it in her face. She finally sneezed. After apologizing the two brothers found a motel to spend the night.

"I'm going to call Bobby. Could you pick up some food?"

Sam nodded and left. It was like a huge weight was off his chest. The apocalypse was finally stopped without having to give up his meatsuit.

"Damn I should have gotten her number. She was pretty cute."

Dean called Bobby to tell him the good news and enjoyed a little magic fingers while waiting for Sam to come back.

By Barbara Desmond