Post by PookyTart on Apr 17, 2012 1:31:14 GMT -5
(I'm a HUGE fan of Supernatural. I had joined a fan page a while back and they had a contest going for a St. Patrick's Day themed short story. The contest had a few specifics that were required in the story....such as the four leafed clover, the pint of beer, a leprechaun....so I thought it would be fun to write my story in the same manner as how a scene from Supernatural would be. I'm open to friendly criticism and always enjoy encouragement and praise 
Hope you enjoy!)
Bobby sat at the desk, a look of irritation radiating from his features. He thought of the boys as a father might of his children, but there were some days he just wanted to throttle the two of them. This just so happened to be one of those days. He looked first to Dean, then to Sam. The younger brother was standing uncomfortably as he shifted from foot to foot. "Are you certain," Bobby began, "that it was a Leprechaun?" The old hunter was skeptical, but when Sam gave him that look that said 'I am not lying', he knew there was something serious going on. When Bobby turned to look at Dean again, his ire rose to find the older brother grinning as if he'd just swallowed the canary. "Is this one of your stupid stunts?!" The tone of the older man's voice made Dean's face wilt and he took on a more somber air. "What? No. Listen, Bobby, Sam might be a little on the crazy side, but I think we should believe him on this one."
The older Winchester threw something down on the top of the desk. Bobby stared at it a minute before he picked it up. It was a four-leafed clover that had been laminated. The old hunter's mouth fell open slightly as he looked once more to the boys. Dean shrugged before sliding his hands into his pants pockets, then looked to his brother. "Come on Sammy, let's go hunt us some rainbows." Sam glared, letting Dean know that he didn't appreciate the joke. The younger boy turned to their mentor, waiting expectantly. "Go on," Bobby answered, "I'll do some digging and get back to you two."
Less than pleased, Sam gave a single nod and then turned to follow Dean out the door. Out on the front porch, the younger man elbowed the older roughly. Dean couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey, don't hate me because I'm beautiful." Sam smirked and pushed past his brother, then headed for the car. Both of them climbed in and slammed their doors shut. Silence reigned for several moments before Dean turned a half-grin to the other. "Let's go grab a beer. Remember that bar down on 17th? We can ask some questions". The younger man fell into a quiet brooding, then nodded his agreement. "Fine," Sam said mildly, "just remember that we're there to work." Dean started the car and placed it into drive, accelerating out of the driveway at a fast pace. He gave his brother a sideways glance before he answered. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam lifted an eyebrow as if to question whether the other hunter was being facetious. When he realized Dean wasn't kidding, he shook his head. "I remember that waitress, bro. Just don't forget that we're on a job." The older Winchester smirked lightly before turning his full attentions to the road.
After a few miles of driving, Dean decided to turn on some music. He reached out and twisted the radio's knob, expecting to hear a little Foreigner. Both Winchesters winced and sat bolt upright when the mournful wailing of bagpipes came forth. Dean glared at Sam, half expecting it to be some sort of joke for him having laughed over the whole Leprechaun thing, but the confused expression on his brother's face made him realize it wasn't like that. Sam reached out hastily and flipped the radio off. Both men sat for a moment in the quiet, staring at each other. "What the hell was that," Dean implored. Sam just shook his head, totally freaked out. The older hunter put a scowl on and mashed the accelerator to the floor.
The entire trip to the bar was a long one spent in awkward silence. As they pulled into the parking lot, both of them inspected the bar's entryway. Nothing looked amiss. The brothers got out and tentatively walked to the door. Dean reached out and gripped the handle, pausing just long enough to give Sam a look that said to be on his toes. The younger man nodded, then they both pushed their way inside. Nervous glances around half expected to find some sort of trouble, yet it was a quiet scene. The brothers glanced to each other questioningly, then Dean caught sight of something at the bar. He tapped Sam's chest with the back of his hand and nodded in that direction. Sam turned to see what had caught the other's attention.
Castiel was seated at the counter, his long fingers curled around a beer glass. Dean and Sam both moved forward and stopped at his side. When Cas turned to see who had taken up the space, his expression turned grim. "What are you two doing here?" Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise and Sam balked. It was Dean who spoke first. "What are we...? What the hell are YOU doing here?" When the angel tried to look nonchalant, it confused the Winchesters even further. Cas took a firm grip upon the glass before him and raised it, draining nearly half of the Irish brew before placing it once more upon the counter. "Go away," Cas muttered. "What!" Sam exclaimed. Dean's anger hit the roof. "Go away? Go away," he gave his angelic friend a cross look. "You'd better tell us what the hell you're doing here. Are you responsible for the crap in the car? No one messes with my music, Cas." When the angel turned to face him fully with an angry look in his eyes, Dean took a slight step back. Cas closed the distance between them, entering into Dean's personal space. "I am working," the angel whispered, "and you are about to cost me everything. Now...go.....away."
Neither hunter had been expecting that and it was obvious by the looks on their faces. Dean wasn't sure whether he should choke the life out of the angel, sit down beside him at the bar or turn around and leave. As the elder Winchester stood there contemplating, Sam turned to cast a glance back around at the other patrons of the bar. From out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the very thing that had caused him so much distress in the first place. In the far corner was the Leprechaun, sitting next to a busty broad and a pair of good ol' boys. The hunter's mouth fell open as he watched the green clothed sprite reach out and pinch one of the men. He also noted that the man wasn't wearing a single hint of green, while the other guy sported a dull forest quilted vest. For a moment Sam thought for sure he was going insane.
Before he could say anything, however, the man without the green stood up quickly and then punched the vested guy so hard that he went flying back several feet. "You sonofabitch, you can't have 'er!" the man shouted at the top of his lungs. Dean swirled around to see what was going on, but he was too late to stop his brother. Sam had dodged forward in an attempt to capture the Leprechaun, who had decided it was a good time to make its escape. The moment Sam's hand came down upon the creature's shoulder, he cried out in severe pain and fell backward. "Sam!" Dean exclaimed, running to his brother's side. When the younger Winchester brought his hand up to inspect it, he found it had turned a rich shade of green. The shock in his eyes was mirrored by Dean's. The older hunter looked around, seeking out Sammy's attacker. All around them the bar had erupted into chaos, people were fighting with each other. After a moment he finally caught sight of something green flashing near the door. Dean's eyes narrowed as he leaped forward, hoping beyond hope that he would catch the little man before he got away.
With a near-silent flapping of wings, Castiel appeared before the door. His blue eyes were blazing with anger as he reached a hand out before him. The Leprechaun froze in place, unable to move even a single inch. Dean pulled up short before he collided with the creature, then looked confusedly at the angel. All around them the bar had fallen into silence, the only people moving were Cas and the Winchesters. Sam struggled to his feet, groaning as pain engulfed his arm. Within seconds the green infection of his skin had spread far up his arm. Castiel narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer to the Leprechaun. Dean watched and waited, hoping for some sort of explanation. When his friend spoke, Dean realized that he was talking to the little man that was captured before him. "Release him from the curse or I'll end you, now." Behind Dean, Sam whimpered as he collapsed to the floor, his verdant flesh having spread across his chest and up his neck. The Leprechaun's eyes moved just the faintest hint and Sam drew in a deeper breath. In a flash the curse left his body and his skin returned to normal.
"Now," Cas said gruffly, "give me the gold." Dean blinked in surprise, uncertain whether he had heard his friend right or not. Sam came up behind his brother and watched the two before them. The creature's lip twitched, it was obvious that it was fighting the spell Castiel had cast upon it. When the angel took a step forward and twisted his wrist slightly, the Leprechaun began to convulse despite the binding. "I won't ask again," Cas murmured, "give me your gold." From out of the little man's pocket an ancient looking golden coin sprang forth and bounced out upon the floor. It spiraled twice before coming to rest at Castiel's feet. The angel leaned down and picked it up, then released his hold upon the monster. Without another word it sprang for the door and was gone before Dean or Sam could say a word. The two Winchesters stared at Cas, confused all to hell over what had just transpired. The angel simply nodded and placed the coin into his pocket. "We have to go." With that he lifted his fingers to the boys' heads and they all disappeared.
Hope you enjoy!)Bobby sat at the desk, a look of irritation radiating from his features. He thought of the boys as a father might of his children, but there were some days he just wanted to throttle the two of them. This just so happened to be one of those days. He looked first to Dean, then to Sam. The younger brother was standing uncomfortably as he shifted from foot to foot. "Are you certain," Bobby began, "that it was a Leprechaun?" The old hunter was skeptical, but when Sam gave him that look that said 'I am not lying', he knew there was something serious going on. When Bobby turned to look at Dean again, his ire rose to find the older brother grinning as if he'd just swallowed the canary. "Is this one of your stupid stunts?!" The tone of the older man's voice made Dean's face wilt and he took on a more somber air. "What? No. Listen, Bobby, Sam might be a little on the crazy side, but I think we should believe him on this one."
The older Winchester threw something down on the top of the desk. Bobby stared at it a minute before he picked it up. It was a four-leafed clover that had been laminated. The old hunter's mouth fell open slightly as he looked once more to the boys. Dean shrugged before sliding his hands into his pants pockets, then looked to his brother. "Come on Sammy, let's go hunt us some rainbows." Sam glared, letting Dean know that he didn't appreciate the joke. The younger boy turned to their mentor, waiting expectantly. "Go on," Bobby answered, "I'll do some digging and get back to you two."
Less than pleased, Sam gave a single nod and then turned to follow Dean out the door. Out on the front porch, the younger man elbowed the older roughly. Dean couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey, don't hate me because I'm beautiful." Sam smirked and pushed past his brother, then headed for the car. Both of them climbed in and slammed their doors shut. Silence reigned for several moments before Dean turned a half-grin to the other. "Let's go grab a beer. Remember that bar down on 17th? We can ask some questions". The younger man fell into a quiet brooding, then nodded his agreement. "Fine," Sam said mildly, "just remember that we're there to work." Dean started the car and placed it into drive, accelerating out of the driveway at a fast pace. He gave his brother a sideways glance before he answered. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam lifted an eyebrow as if to question whether the other hunter was being facetious. When he realized Dean wasn't kidding, he shook his head. "I remember that waitress, bro. Just don't forget that we're on a job." The older Winchester smirked lightly before turning his full attentions to the road.
After a few miles of driving, Dean decided to turn on some music. He reached out and twisted the radio's knob, expecting to hear a little Foreigner. Both Winchesters winced and sat bolt upright when the mournful wailing of bagpipes came forth. Dean glared at Sam, half expecting it to be some sort of joke for him having laughed over the whole Leprechaun thing, but the confused expression on his brother's face made him realize it wasn't like that. Sam reached out hastily and flipped the radio off. Both men sat for a moment in the quiet, staring at each other. "What the hell was that," Dean implored. Sam just shook his head, totally freaked out. The older hunter put a scowl on and mashed the accelerator to the floor.
The entire trip to the bar was a long one spent in awkward silence. As they pulled into the parking lot, both of them inspected the bar's entryway. Nothing looked amiss. The brothers got out and tentatively walked to the door. Dean reached out and gripped the handle, pausing just long enough to give Sam a look that said to be on his toes. The younger man nodded, then they both pushed their way inside. Nervous glances around half expected to find some sort of trouble, yet it was a quiet scene. The brothers glanced to each other questioningly, then Dean caught sight of something at the bar. He tapped Sam's chest with the back of his hand and nodded in that direction. Sam turned to see what had caught the other's attention.
Castiel was seated at the counter, his long fingers curled around a beer glass. Dean and Sam both moved forward and stopped at his side. When Cas turned to see who had taken up the space, his expression turned grim. "What are you two doing here?" Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise and Sam balked. It was Dean who spoke first. "What are we...? What the hell are YOU doing here?" When the angel tried to look nonchalant, it confused the Winchesters even further. Cas took a firm grip upon the glass before him and raised it, draining nearly half of the Irish brew before placing it once more upon the counter. "Go away," Cas muttered. "What!" Sam exclaimed. Dean's anger hit the roof. "Go away? Go away," he gave his angelic friend a cross look. "You'd better tell us what the hell you're doing here. Are you responsible for the crap in the car? No one messes with my music, Cas." When the angel turned to face him fully with an angry look in his eyes, Dean took a slight step back. Cas closed the distance between them, entering into Dean's personal space. "I am working," the angel whispered, "and you are about to cost me everything. Now...go.....away."
Neither hunter had been expecting that and it was obvious by the looks on their faces. Dean wasn't sure whether he should choke the life out of the angel, sit down beside him at the bar or turn around and leave. As the elder Winchester stood there contemplating, Sam turned to cast a glance back around at the other patrons of the bar. From out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the very thing that had caused him so much distress in the first place. In the far corner was the Leprechaun, sitting next to a busty broad and a pair of good ol' boys. The hunter's mouth fell open as he watched the green clothed sprite reach out and pinch one of the men. He also noted that the man wasn't wearing a single hint of green, while the other guy sported a dull forest quilted vest. For a moment Sam thought for sure he was going insane.
Before he could say anything, however, the man without the green stood up quickly and then punched the vested guy so hard that he went flying back several feet. "You sonofabitch, you can't have 'er!" the man shouted at the top of his lungs. Dean swirled around to see what was going on, but he was too late to stop his brother. Sam had dodged forward in an attempt to capture the Leprechaun, who had decided it was a good time to make its escape. The moment Sam's hand came down upon the creature's shoulder, he cried out in severe pain and fell backward. "Sam!" Dean exclaimed, running to his brother's side. When the younger Winchester brought his hand up to inspect it, he found it had turned a rich shade of green. The shock in his eyes was mirrored by Dean's. The older hunter looked around, seeking out Sammy's attacker. All around them the bar had erupted into chaos, people were fighting with each other. After a moment he finally caught sight of something green flashing near the door. Dean's eyes narrowed as he leaped forward, hoping beyond hope that he would catch the little man before he got away.
With a near-silent flapping of wings, Castiel appeared before the door. His blue eyes were blazing with anger as he reached a hand out before him. The Leprechaun froze in place, unable to move even a single inch. Dean pulled up short before he collided with the creature, then looked confusedly at the angel. All around them the bar had fallen into silence, the only people moving were Cas and the Winchesters. Sam struggled to his feet, groaning as pain engulfed his arm. Within seconds the green infection of his skin had spread far up his arm. Castiel narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer to the Leprechaun. Dean watched and waited, hoping for some sort of explanation. When his friend spoke, Dean realized that he was talking to the little man that was captured before him. "Release him from the curse or I'll end you, now." Behind Dean, Sam whimpered as he collapsed to the floor, his verdant flesh having spread across his chest and up his neck. The Leprechaun's eyes moved just the faintest hint and Sam drew in a deeper breath. In a flash the curse left his body and his skin returned to normal.
"Now," Cas said gruffly, "give me the gold." Dean blinked in surprise, uncertain whether he had heard his friend right or not. Sam came up behind his brother and watched the two before them. The creature's lip twitched, it was obvious that it was fighting the spell Castiel had cast upon it. When the angel took a step forward and twisted his wrist slightly, the Leprechaun began to convulse despite the binding. "I won't ask again," Cas murmured, "give me your gold." From out of the little man's pocket an ancient looking golden coin sprang forth and bounced out upon the floor. It spiraled twice before coming to rest at Castiel's feet. The angel leaned down and picked it up, then released his hold upon the monster. Without another word it sprang for the door and was gone before Dean or Sam could say a word. The two Winchesters stared at Cas, confused all to hell over what had just transpired. The angel simply nodded and placed the coin into his pocket. "We have to go." With that he lifted his fingers to the boys' heads and they all disappeared.
