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Author: Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural, Mothra
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, Comedy, Action
Pairing/characters: Sam,
Dean, Bobby, Bela, some OC�s *briefly* and my all-time favorite SPN MoTW XD.
Beta: reiver vicious,
supernaturalgrl, aioatley
Disclaimer: I don�t own
Supernatural, Mothra or their characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings and Notes: Possible
OOC, AU because we might as well say we never found out about Bela�s fate, and Dean
isn�t in hell, obviously *chuckles*.
Additional Notes: Complete
and utter crack, really!� This was for
spnflashfic�s Creature Feature challenge.�
I took a few little liberties with Mothra�s powers, simply because I
wanted Dean to play Psychic Boy for a change, but most of them will be
recognized by Toho fans.� Also, I have
NO idea about how things work in the military, so I had to flub and wing it a
bit for a certain part of this fic. I hope it didn�t come off too dumb, I
actually did try to do SOME research with locations and whatnot, seeing as I�ve
never been to California�
<<�*hides*
Summary:� Um, yeah�*points to title* do you really
need one?

~~oOo~~
Infant
Island, somewhere in the Polynesian Triangle�

�Come
on, Eddie,� a short, fairly chubby man with thinning black hair and a ruddy
complexion whined, flailing his arms as yet more bugs swarmed in front of his
face.� �You really believe that crazy
bitch?� I mean, come on, six inch tall
priestesses?�� He paused to tug at the
long sleeves of his khaki shirt, then adjusted the wide-brimmed explorer�s hat
perched crookedly on his sweat-soaked head.�
�This is nuts!��

�Shut
it, Derek,� Eddie snarled, turning back to glare at the smaller man, ice-blue
eyes narrowed as he lifted a hand to brush through his close-cropped blond
hair.� He sighed and adjusted the strap
currently rubbing at his shoulder, glancing down at the angry red mark left on
his skin.� Damn this heat, he
thought.� �I know this job ain�t our
usual thing, but that �crazy bitch�?� Is
paying us a hell of a pile of money to find out if it�s true, and if it is,
catch the little freaks.��

Derek
looked up at Eddie sourly.� �Yeah?� Well even if it is, you know how much two
six-inch people would be worth on the open market?� I wonder how much more we�d get arranging our own sa-� He jerked
and yelped in surprise as the rifle swung around, suddenly pointed at his
head.� �H-hey, Eddie, what gives?� I was just askin�, I mean think about
it!��

�I
said shut it!� You don�t want to cross
this one.� She may be a woman, but she�s
a damn dangerous woman.� She says come
in and collect the freaks, we collect the freaks, take �em back to the
mainland, and hand them over.� Then we walk
away with a wad of cash big enough to take a six month holiday in a country with
no extradition laws.� Got it?��

Derek
swallowed hard and nodded.� �Yeah�yeah I
got it, Eddie,� he said weakly, shoulders slumping while a loud sigh of relief
escaped him as Eddie swung the gun around and stomped off into the trees.�

The
two men continued on in silence for what seemed like hours, pushing deeper and
deeper into the dense forest.� Derek did
his best to refrain from further complaint, even though the bugs, the heat and
the sweat that was nearly soaking his clothes were driving him crazy.� He blinked and stopped short when Eddie
froze, head cocked to one side, hand raised in a signal to halt.� �What is it?� he asked, looking around
worriedly, hand reaching for his own gun.�

�Listen,�
Eddie murmured.� �Hear the drums?��

Derek
lifted his head, eyes closed.� He could
hear them, and if he tried, he could make out some kind of singing, too.� �Sounds like some kinda tribal drums, think
they�re doing one of those dances like you see in the movies?��

�I
don�t care if they�re doin� the hokey-pokey, let�s get over there and see if we
can find those girls.�� Eddie narrowed
his eyes, a nasty smile on his lips.�

Derek
cringed; knowing that smile usually meant Eddie was entering his worst phase,
where he�d kill anything and anybody that got between him and his target.� �Oh boy��

The
two men continued to follow the sound.�
About an hour later, they stumbled onto the entrance of a huge
cave.� The drums were nearly deafening
now, and singing could clearly be heard, led by two exquisite female
voices.�

�Well,
I�d say there are priestesses in there,� Derek said quietly.� �But whether or not they�re actually that
tiny remains to be seen.� They sure
don�t sound tiny,� he said, hearing the power in their voices.

Eddie
shrugged and started moving forward.�
�Got the box?��

�Yeah,
sure, I got it,� Derek muttered, flailing a moment as he tried to get his pack
off.� He set it down and rummaged around
inside, pulling out an ornate wooden box, padded and lined with red satin, with
small bars on the side.� �They should be
safe in here.��

�Good,
I already told the pilot we�re ready, he�ll be here with the chopper in two
minutes.� Let�s get this done,� Eddie
growled, one hand on his gun, the other clutching a grenade.�

�Whoa,
hey, what the hell are you gonna do with that?�� Derek asked nervously.�

�Relax,
I�m just gonna close off this tunnel a little, make it difficult for anybody
that might wanna try and stop us.��
Eddie grinned at Derek, but it did little to relax the other man.� �Now come on already!��

They
stayed in the shadows, entering what looked to be a large chamber with an
enormous opening in the ceiling.� There
looked to be about 30 natives, dancing and singing before a small altar, and
atop the altar, stood two tiny women, dressed in red, with black hair falling
to their waists.� They looked up and
raised their arms as if in prayer to a ledge high above, where what looked to
be an extremely large, brightly colored stone rested.� The stone was oval shaped, with blue and yellow stripes, and
resembled a huge egg.�

�Are
they�prayin� to that thing?�� Derek
asked, looking around and seeing the cave paintings and carvings in the walls,
noticing one that seemed to be everywhere, of a cross, with a circle and lines
surrounding it.� �They must be, they
think that rock�s some kinda God or something.�
Weird��

�I
don�t care if they worship fossilized piles of batshit!� Let�s just get the damn girls, go!�� He gave Derek a shove, then moved between
him and the natives, firing off a few shots to startle them.�

Derek
ran toward the altar, quickly opening the box before he reached out, gently
capturing the girls and setting them inside.�
�Sorry, ladies, I�m not trying to hurt you,� he said quietly, closing
the box and holding it tightly to his chest.�
�Got �em!� he shouted, then winced as Eddie opened fire again, killing
several of the natives as they made to move toward the altar.�

�Shut
up and move!�� Eddie growled, gesturing
toward the cave entrance.�

�Alright,
alright,� Derek moved quickly but carefully, trying not to jostle his precious
cargo as he went.� He heard more gunfire
and screams, then noticed the sound of the chopper approaching.� �Hey, he�s here!��

Eddie
ran out after him, turning and tossing the grenade.� �Hit the ground!� he ordered, shoving Derek and diving down just
before it went off, sealing the mouth of the cave.�

�Hey!�� Derek protested, just managing to keep from
landing on the box.� He peered inside,
relieved to see the girls shaken, but unharmed.� �Watch it, we won�t get anything but trouble if you hurt
them!�� He scrambled to his feet,
following Eddie to the chopper and clambering inside.�

As
the chopper took off, the wind died down.�
The trees stopped their wild swaying, and silence reigned.� But inside the cave, the surviving natives
wailed and mourned their fallen comrades, calling out for justice and
protection for their priestesses.� Up on
the ledge, the blue and yellow egg began to rock ominously, bright flashes of
light coming from within.�

~~oOo~~
South
Dakota, the next day�

Sam
smiled gratefully as Bobby set down another beer, then he took a sip and
continued to study the page currently displayed on the screen of his
laptop.� �Too bad we can�t get to
Australia, I think Dean would love to investigate this one,� he chuckled,
turning the computer so Bobby could get a look at the ridiculous story.� On the screen was a grainy, barely focused
photo of what looked like a huge brown, segmented caterpillar of some sort.

�Giant
worm attacks off the coast of Australia?�
Gimme a break, sounds like something out of a cheesy old monster movie,�
the older man said, sitting down across from Sam and shaking his head.�

�Yeah,
I know, but there are pictures, video clips, and eyewitness accounts.� The official government word is that it�s
nothing more than a freak storm, and mass hysteria,� Sam said, looking up in
surprise as Dean suddenly leaned over his shoulder.�

�You�re
right,� Dean laughed, sitting down beside his brother.� �It does sound like something out of a
cheesy old movie.� Mothra on the
warpath,� he said, holding his hands out in a dramatic gesture at the
title.�

Sam
shook his head and laughed softly.�
�Let�s just hope it doesn�t come to that, because as much fun as I think
you�d have with the idea, what would we really be able to do against a giant
moth?��

�Well�we
could build the ultimate bug zapper?��
Dean suggested with a grin.� He
ducked as Bobby swatted at him with a rolled up magazine.� �Hey, it was a thought!��

�Yeah,
and my thoughts are you two should forget about giant bugs so we can get a move
on.�� Bobby reached down and picked up
brown leather bag, sorting through it one last time, checking on things.�

�And
so, we move from giant bugs, to freaky electrical storms and equally freaky
fatal accidents,� Dean quipped, getting to his feet and heading for the
door.� �California, here we come.� Sand, surf, and beautiful wannabe starlets
everywhere,� he grinned at the last reference, rubbing his hands together.� �Come on, time�s a wastin�!��

Sam
watched his brother with a smile, brows raised, eyes narrowed.� �Great, I can see where I�m going to be
spending the next week, after we deal with this,� he sighed.�

�Oh,
it won�t be so bad, hell I might even hang around a few days, we can find
something to do while Dean checks out the ah�nightlife,� Bobby chuckled,
clapping a hand on Sam�s shoulder.�

~~oOo~~
Two
days later, La Jolla, San Diego, California�

Mosura ya Mosura

dongan kasakuyan indoo muu

rosuto uiraadoa, hanba hanbamuyan

randa banunradan tounjukanraa

kasaku yaanmu

�Dammit,
are they ever going to stop that infernal singing?� roared a tall, slightly
overweight man with graying dark brown hair.�
He picked up an expensive looking vase, looking as if he was going to
throw it at the elaborate gilded cage that housed his newest acquisitions.� Instead he thought the better of it, setting
the vase down with a heavy sigh.�

�Sir?�� A much younger man spoke up as he sat in one
of the overstuffed armchairs in front of the desk that dominated the
study.� The entire room spoke of money,
and a man that was more than happy to flaunt how much of it he had.� �Would you like me to take them to the
display room for you?� It is soundproof,
so they shouldn�t bother you anymore from there.��

�What?� Oh, yes, thank you Richard,� the older man
waved him off with a frown.� �See that
they�re provided with water and something to eat, will you?�� He gazed over as the younger man gently
lifted the cage.� �Much as I love
looking at them, all they do is sing those same songs, day and night.� It�s driving me insane!�� He sighed, running a hand through his
graying hair.� �That woman promised me
extraordinary treasures, and what did I get?�
A couple of annoying creatures that can�t keep their mouths shut.��

�Don�t
worry, sir,� Richard assured his employer.�
�They won�t bother you anymore.�
Perhaps after a day or so left to their own devices they�ll decide to
quiet down a bit.�� He carried them out
of the study and down the hall, pausing in front of a set of heavy wooden
doors.� He punched in the security code
and a moment later the doors swung open slowly.� �Hopefully you�ll decide on a different method of communication,
one that won�t drive my boss right around the bend,� he said quietly, setting
the cage down gently on a nearby table.�

�You
must set us free, you are all in danger,� the two women piped up suddenly,
stepping forward and grasping the bars of the cage.� �Mothra will be coming for us very soon.��

�Mothra,
huh?�� Richard smiled as he hunched down
and peered into the cage.� �I don�t know
who this �Mothra� is, but they won�t be able to find you here.� Even if they do, Mr. Zander�s security will
keep them away.� I�m afraid you�re not
going anywhere, ladies.��

The
two tiny women moved back away from the bars, then they took each other�s
hand.� After sharing a quick glance,
they turned back to him.� �Then we are
afraid Mothra will destroy you all.�

The
Cosmos just gazed up at him silently then, and Richard blinked, wondering why
he felt a sudden chill at the mournful expression on their faces.� He backed away when they started singing
again, their song suddenly taking on an ominous quality.�

It�s
not just a song, he realized, not sure how he knew this, just that it was a bone-deep
feeling that sent a ripple of fear through him.� It�s a prayer.� They�re
calling to this Mothra�� he thought
warily, before he quickly exited the room and shut the door firmly behind him.

Richard
walked back into the study and overheard his boss yelling into the phone.�

�I
don�t care, I want my money back!�
They�re not treasures, they�re nuisances!�� The man paused, listening a moment, the faint sound of a female
voice with a British accent coming over the line.� �Find another buyer then, I know you have a big enough clientele,
there�s got to be someone out there that will want them for their
menagerie.� I want my money back in
exchange for them tonight!� Otherwise
you�ll lose at least a few wealthy clients, as I�m well aware of your dealings
with a few other people in this state.��
A satisfied smile settled on the man�s face as he hung up the
phone.� �Finally, I�ll be rid of those
things.� Richard,� he turned to his
assistant.� �If I ever get the idea into
my head to try and acquire another living creature for my collection, do
whatever it takes to dissuade me?��

�I
will try, sir,� Richard said, smirking a bit, feeling very relieved the twins
and their strange song would soon be gone.�

~~oOo~~
Escondido,
California�

Dean
finished the last of his sandwich, then crumpled the wrapper in his hand.� �Well, that�s that, another job well done,�
he said, glancing over at his brother.�

Sam
nodded, opening a can of soda.� �Yeah,
I�m still surprised at how easily we took them out.� I thought they�d be a little�.tougher, somehow, considering the
storms and everything in the area,� he lifted one shoulder in a shrug when Dean
frowned at him.� �Usually when you get
those kinds of signs, there�s a demon in the area, a fairly powerful one at
that.� I guess it�s just because there
were three of them.��

�Well,�
Dean shook his head and chuckled.� �I,
for one, am definitely not gonna complain about how easy they were to deal
with.� Now, what say you and me take a
little downtime before we go after our next monster, huh?�� He grinned, before he tossed the wrapper
into the backseat and pressed his foot down on the accelerator.� �Los Angeles, here we come!��

�Hey!�� A voice protested from the backseat.� �Would you mind not bouncing food wrappers
off my forehead?�� A vaguely familiar
voice piped up from the backseat.� �And
I think you�ll find northeastern San Diego a much better choice right
now.��

Sam
spun around and stared in shock at the person sprawled across the backseat of
the car.� �You!� he shouted, scrambling
to reach the Colt.�

Dean
jammed his foot on the brake and brought the car to a swerving, shuddering halt
on the side of the road.� �What the hell
are you doin� here?� he demanded, beating his brother to the gun.� Both men quickly exited the car, and Dean
trained the gun on their unexpected passenger through the rear driver�s side
window.

Bobby
came to a stop behind them, getting out of his car and glancing around, hoping
to high heaven there wasn�t a cop nearby to witness any of this.� �What the hell�s wrong with you two?� he
asked, walking toward them, only to stop dead in his tracks when the Trickster
slowly got out of the Impala, hands raised as he smiled at them.�

�Hey
boys, how�ve ya been?�� He looked around
with a grin.� �Bobby, long time, no
see.��

Bobby�s
eyes widened as he stared at the Trickster.�
�No, can�t be, we killed you!��

�Aw,�
the Trickster smirked at Bobby, then looked back and forth between Sam and
Dean.� �You mean they didn�t tell you
about how we caught up with each other again back in Brower County?��

Bobby
glanced over at Sam, only to tilt his head and scowl, narrowing his eyes when
the younger man gave him a sheepish look.�
�No, I guess they forgot to tell me about that.��

Even
Dean had the grace to look a little sheepish, one hand coming up to rub at the
back of his neck while he winced.�
�Sorry, Bobby, kinda slipped our minds.��

�Yeah,
I could see how you might forget somethin� like that,� the older man said,
folding his arms over his chest.�

The
Trickster watched the three men for several moments, a wide smile on his face,
clearly very amused at the argument.�
�Oh, man,� he chuckled, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.� �You guys are great.� But, as much as I hate to break up a good
bitch-fest,� he sighed, his smile fading.�
�Things aren�t what you might think.�
See, this time instead of being your prey?� I�m gonna be the one sending you on a hunt.��

Sam
turned to stare at the Trickster incredulously.� �You�re kidding, right?�
You want us to hunt something for you?�
We�ve seen what you can do.� he scowled.��

�Yeah,�
Dean glared at him angrily.� �Felt it
too in�how many hundred ways?�� He
glanced over at Sam.� �Dude.� You�re a God, what the hell do you need us
for?��

�Weeeellll�.�
The Trickster slowly moved around the car, then leaned back until he was more
or less sitting on the trunk.� �See,
that�s where it gets a bit complicated.�
I can�t become directly involved in this situation.�� He shoved his hands into his pockets, and
looked up at the sky for a moment. �Indirectly, now that�s a whole other story,�
the Trickster grinned.�

Bobby
watched the Trickster silently, narrowing his eyes in thought.� Then his face paled, and he shook his head
quickly.� �Oh hell no!� We are not gonna get sucked into�whatever
this is!� Sam, Dean, get in the car� he
said, pointing to the Impala.� �We�re
leaving.� You�re just gonna have to find
someone else to do your dirty work,� he said, glaring at the Trickster.

Sam
and Dean both stared at Bobby in alarm.�
He looks almost�afraid.� No,
it can�t be, Sam thought to himself.�
�Bobby, what�s wrong?� Do you
know what he�s talking about?��

The
Trickster smirked, watching Bobby.�
�Yeah, your elderly friend over there knows exactly what I�m talking
about.�� He rose to his feet and strode
around the car, walking toward Dean.�
�Hear me out, would you?� I�m not
here to play pranks, not on you, at least,� he smiled, then put a finger on the
barrel of the Colt and gently directed it away from himself.� �I�m asking for your help. ��

Dean
watched him warily, green eyes wide, lips pursed slightly.� �Like Sammy said, we�ve seen what you can
do, why would you need us to help you?��

�Not
to mention why should we, after everything you�ve done to us,� Sam snorted and
shook his head, not buying into it.�
�What can we lowly mortals do that a God couldn�t?��

�You
can do lots of things, seeing as you�re not bound by the same rules I am at the
moment,� the Trickster answered, his expression suddenly intent.�

�Rules?�� Sam and Dean asked in unison, staring at him
blankly.�

�Dammit,
I knew it!� Bobby cursed, moving closer and waving a finger in the Trickster�s
face angrily. �Now you listen to me!�
Whatever little squabble you�ve got going with one of the others, we�re
not getting caught in the middle of it!��

Dean
sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly reminded of words spoken to him in the past
by a certain yellow-eyed demon.�
�Rules�� This involves another
God, doesn�t it?��

�Wow,�
the Trickster turned away from Bobby and tilted his head, regarding Dean with
surprise.� �You know, I expected Sammy
to make that little leap of logic first.�
Way to go, Dean!�� He grinned and
snapped his fingers, making a little foil party hat with �Einstein� printed on
it appear on top of Dean�s head.�

Sam
smiled faintly as Dean knocked the hat off with a muttered curse before tossing
it aside.� �You don�t actually expect us
to hunt down another God, just to help you settle some petty argument, do
you?�� He turned back and leveled a
suspicious look at the Trickster.�
�Because if this was serious, like, say, they were after you, you would
just take matters into your own hands.��

�First
off,� the Trickster counted items off with his fingers.� �No, I don�t expect you to kill a God.� Trust me,� he laughed softly.� �You three couldn�t even put a dent in this
thing.� Second, this isn�t just a petty
argument, it�s actually a very serious situation.�� The Trickster paused, one eyebrow raised.� �Which just sounds really, really weird
coming from me.� Third, what can you
do?� You can be my�representatives in
this little fiasco.� Last, but
definitely not least, why should you do it?�
Because if you don�t, the world as you know it will come to an
end.�� He paused, looking around at the
three men.� �I know that sounds a little
dramatic, but I swear, it�s the God�s honest truth,� he said with a smirk.

Bobby
sighed, shaking his head as he swept off his hat and ran one hand through his
hair.� �Well, that�s just great.��

Sam
and Dean looked at Bobby, then each other before turning their attention back
to the Trickster.� �What kind of hunt is
it then?� Sam asked with a puzzled frown.�

�Yeah,
if we can�t kill this thing, then just what are we supposed to do?�� Dean folded his arms and leaned back against
the side of the Impala.�

�Well,
think of this as more of a scavenger hunt,� the Trickster said quietly.�

Sam
huffed, eyebrows lifting as he stared at the Trickster, lips parted.� �A what?��

�Yeah,
see I need you to find something�very near and dear to this other deity.� You find it, you give it back, and
everything will be cool,� the Trickster explained.� �Someone along the coast of San Diego has it, and someone else, I
believe an old friend of yours with sticky fingers is coming to take said item
away.��

�Bela,�
all three men said in unison, distaste clear on their faces.�

�Good
guess.� I�m glad you�re so astute,
because I wasn�t really supposed to tell you all that,� the Trickster
shrugged.� �Anyway, if the item
disappears again, not only will this deity tear California apart faster than
any earthquake, it will chase after the item, systematically destroying
anything and everything in its path until it gets the item back.��

�Alright,
let me see if I�ve got this right,� Dean said, �We find whatever this thing is,
stop Bela from stealing it, and return it to the God.� Sounds pretty straightforward so far,� Dean nodded to himself.� �So what is it we�re lookin� for?��

�Actually,�
the Trickster chuckled.� �Bela stole it
from the God, sold it, and the buyer�s not happy with it.� Now she has to give him a refund and dump it
off on someone else.� Which will happen
in about�� he reached out and grabbed Sam�s wrist, checking his watch.� �An hour and a half.��

�Bela
gives refunds?�� Sam asked in surprise,
unable to keep from smiling at Dean�s snort.�

�Only
when she doesn�t want to lose the affluent clientele she�s built up along the
coast,� the Trickster said with a smile.

�That
bitch is the only person I know that�s stupid enough to deliberately piss off a
God,� Dean muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

�Actually
you�d be surprised at how often this kind of thing happens, you mortals, I
swear,� the Trickster laughed, shaking his head.� �A lot of you really do seem to have a death wish.�

�Yeah,
yeah, now just tell us what the damn thing is that we need to find already!�
Bobby snapped impatiently.� �And while
you�re at it, tell us where it is seeing as we�ve only got an hour and a half
to find it!��

�Alright,
alright, sheesh!�� The Trickster slanted
a look at Bobby.� �The item, or should I
say items in question, call themselves the Cosmos.� They�re two tiny women, about�� he held up his hands, one over
the other, with a space of about six inches between them.� �This big, with long black hair, and red
dresses, if you can call those little bits of cloth they wear dresses,� he
snickered, glancing over at Dean and noticing the other man�s wide-eyed
expression.� �I have a feeling you
already know who I�m talking about.��

Dean stared at the trickster. �Cosmos twins, a deity that
will tear apart the entire state to get them back,� he looked over at Sam,
remembering the story about the giant worm that had attacked Australia.� �Oh damn, you gotta be kiddin� me�� he
moaned, then hung his head, eyes closed as he tried not to laugh.�

�Dean,
what is it?�� Sam asked, looking back
and forth between his brother and the Trickster.�

Dean
threw his head back and laughed out loud.�
�No way!� I don�t know why you
would even try something like this.�
This has got to be a joke!�� He
looked up at Sam.� �Think about it, the
giant worm attacking the coast of Australia, then the little priestesses, and
now the giant monster that�s coming to rescue them?� Doesn�t that sound familiar to you?�� At Sam�s blank look he sighed and shook his head.� �Aw man, you never really did get into any
of that stuff.�� He grinned and scoffed
at the Trickster.� �So you�re really
tryin� to tell us Mothra�s on its way to save the twins?�

Sam
finally got the reference, and burst out laughing at the mention of the Toho
monster, one hand over his mouth.�
�Okay, sure!� Nice try,� he
leaned over, shoulder touching Dean�s as they both snickered.� �Yeah, a giant moth�s on its way to level
the entire coastline as we speak.�� That
set them both off into peals of laughter again.

�The Trickster shrugged, smiling faintly at
them.� �Believe what you will.� I thought you of all people would know by
now that there�s a grain of truth in every story.� This one just happens to have an entire beach worth of grains,�
he sighed.�

Bobby
shook his head, brow furrowed.� �That
saying may be true, but this story being true is just a little hard to
swallow.��

�The
real story�s ancient, the creature even more so.� It�s been dormant for centuries, but the legend has always been
there.� That someday it would wake up,
and now, because of someone�s greed, it has.��
The Trickster smirked.� �And
lemme tell you, it ain�t happy.��

Dean
and Sam settled down a bit, and Dean licked his lips before speaking
again.� �So, uh�� he forced down another
snicker.� �Okay then, let�s go find the
pixie twins.� You got an address for
us?� They both cracked up again at Dean�s pixie comment.�

The
Trickster rolled his eyes and turned away from them, throwing his hands in the
air as he sighed dramatically.� �You
guys just don�t get it, do you?�
�
�Bobby swatted at Sam and Dean with his
hat.� �Cool it, you two,� he muttered,
then looked over at the Trickster.� �You
can�t tell us where they are, can you?��

�No,
I can�t.� I�ve bent the rules a lot just
telling you all that,� the Trickster said with a shake of his head.�

�Hold
on,� Sam sobered, looking from Bobby to the Trickster.� �You�re really serious about this.� And you�re saying we�ve got an hour and a
half to get to San Diego and find the twins before Bela comes for them, and you
can�t even tell us exactly where they are?� he demanded.� �How the hell are we supposed to do it
then?� San Diego�s a half hour away, and
we don�t even know where to start looking!��

The
Trickster gave them a tight smile, eyebrows shooting up as he ran one hand
through his hair.� �Actually, you�ve
only got about an hour before Mothra hits the coast.� If you haven�t found the twins by then, kiss one third of the
coastal cities goodbye.�

�You
gotta be kiddin me!�� Dean growled,
glaring at him.� �There�s no way, you
gotta give us more than that.� This is
impossible!��

�He�s
right, you can�t expect us to get there and search a city that big in only a
half an hour,� Bobby said, shaking his head.

With
a sigh the Trickster gave the three men a long-suffering look.� �I can�t believe the only qualified help I
could find was the three of you.� You�re
hopeless!� he grumbled.� �Alright,
alright,� the Trickster acquiesced when both Dean and Sam glared and then
pushed away from the car, starting to advance toward him. �I guess I can give
you a little more.�� He looked down for
a moment, pondering, then glanced up at Dean with an evil grin.� �Yeah, I think it�s time Dean had a turn
playing Psychic Boy for a change.��
Before anyone could react, the Trickster reached out and pinched Dean�s
right earlobe gently.�

Dean
yelped in pain, jerking away and clamping a hand over his ear.� �Ow!�
What the hell did you do to me?� he shouted, glaring at the Trickster
and trying to lunge forward, growling when Sam held him back.�

�Let
me see,� Sam murmured, grasping Dean�s chin gently and turning his head.� �It�s�� he bit his lip to hold back a smile
at how ridiculous it sounded.� �An
earring?�� He touched it gingerly with
his finger, looking at the tiny medallion that dangled from it.� �Sorry,� he murmured, hand squeezing Dean�s
shoulder when the older man hissed in pain.�
�There�s some kind of symbol on it.�
What does it mean?�� Sam asked,
looking over his shoulder at the Trickster.

�That
hurt!� What the hell do I need an earring
fo-� Dean broke off, directing an angry scowl at the Trickster.� �And why the hell did you put it in my right
ear?� Just what are you tryin� to imply,
you son of a bitch?��

The
Trickster threw his head back and laughed as Dean ranted at him.� �Come on, you know me better than that by
now.� I couldn�t resist one little
trick,� he grinned, before his attention switched to Sam.� �The Cosmos are linked to Mothra via a
psychic connection.� That earring bears
Mothra�s symbol, and will let Dean more or less tap into that link.� He�ll be able access Mothra�s ability to
sense them, and hear their song, like a homing beacon.� It should lead you right to them.��

�Okay,
question,� Sam glanced over at the Trickster.�
�If they�re already connected, why can�t Mothra just home in on them
itself?��

�Because,
thanks to some bizarre accident of design, the place they�re being held
interrupts the signal, so to speak,� the Trickster said, shrugging.� �Don�t ask me how they managed it, it was
probably just a combination of the right magical objects collected in that
place, and dumb luck.� But Mothra can
only get a rough idea of what city they�re in, it can�t pinpoint the location
with any real accuracy.��

�Which�ll
probably only make it even more mad,� Bobby said quietly.� �Which means it�ll just start demolishing
everything it sees until it can find them.��

�Yeah,
pretty much,� the Trickster nodded.�
�But with Dean here being on the ground, he�ll have a much better chance
of pinpointing their location.��

Bobby
sighed and shook his head, turning toward his car.� �I guess we�d better get started then.� I can�t believe we�re doin� this�� he muttered.

�Wait,�
Sam said quietly.� He tilted his head
and looked at the Trickster, a puzzled frown on his face.� �Why are you trying so hard to prevent
this?�

The
Trickster gave Sam a strange look, an awkward silence falling.� Just when it seemed he might not answer, he
finally spoke up.� �I know you guys
still don�t take this seriously, you�re still thinking of some cheesy monster
movie.� But I�ll give it to you
straight.� This thing, if it gets angry
enough, will unleash its full power and level everything,� he turned and looked
up at the sky.� �It can and will create
a system of storms that will sweep across the planet.� Hurricanes, typhoons, tornadoes, cyclones, you name it.� It will pretty much destroy your entire
civilization.��

Dean
stared at the trickster, noticeably subdued, unable to come up with a single
wise-crack at the moment.� �And people
worship this thing as a God?�

�The
people that worship it think it�s a defender, a guardian,� the Trickster
explained.� �And technically it is, but
of the planet.� It doesn�t really care
about mankind one way or the other.� If
your kind get in the way of its main purpose, well then, I guess it sucks to be
you.��

Both
Sam and Dean turned to Bobby, as if looking to the older man for an
answer.� �Hey, don�t look at me!� Bobby
shook his head.� �Vampires, demons,
werewolves, sure.� I can tell you how to
stop those dead in their tracks.� Giant
moths with 400 foot wingspans and laser beams shootin� out of their eyes?� He
shrugged.� �I got nothin�.�

�Dean smiled faintly at that, but Sam
continued to gaze at the Trickster, before pressing him for an answer once
again.� �That still doesn�t explain why
you�re trying to help mankind.� I mean,
think about it, a giant bug coming to destroy the world, the irony is just��
Sam shook his head.� �You could just sit
back and watch as nature finally wreaks some kind of poetic justice on the
world and wipes us out.� I thought you�d
just sit back and laugh at something like that, not come to us for help.��

The
Trickster looked at Sam and smiled, speaking slowly and gesturing as if he were
speaking to a child.� �Well, Sam, you
see, I�m a Trickster.� And there�s not
much point to my existence if there�s nobody left to play tricks on, now is
there?�� He leaned back as Sam glared at
him, then laughed and clapped his hands.�
�Okay, troops, you have your mission, and I�ve given you everything I
can.� A hint, a helpful tool, and,� he
tilted his head.� �Oh yeah, a head
start.� Good luck, boys, you�re gonna
need it.�� He smirked at them, and then
snapped his fingers.��

To
Be Continued�
Okay,
again, don�t ask where this is coming from, you don�t want to be acquainted
with that corner of my mind too well XDD.�
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