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Mothra vs the Winchesters	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Supernatural > General Views: 917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Mothra vs the Winchesters 2/2
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, 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?

Sam blinked owlishly as he suddenly found himself sitting behind the wheel of the
Impala, Dean in the seat beside him. It took him another moment to process Dean's
shout, and the car horns blaring around them. "Sam! Look out!" Dean cried, and
Sam whipped his head around, green eyes huge as he realized they were about to
rear-end a pickup truck. The Trickster had dropped them right in the middle of a
crowded interstate. He managed to swerve around the pickup, narrowly avoiding
sideswiping an SUV in the process. Both of them were tense and breathing heavily
as Sam finally got the car under control.

Past Dean, out the passenger side window, he could see Bobby's car. The older
man was sitting behind the wheel looking just as freaked-out as they were. "What
the-where are we?" he asked, looking up and noticing signs over the highway, and
another above the exit ramp up ahead that read La Jolla Pkwy. "Holy shit, we're in
San Diego?" A soft moan from his right caught Sam's attention. "Hey
Dean�Dean?" Sam glanced over, frowning as he noticed the other man's head
bowed, Dean's hands gripping the dash. "What's wrong?"

"I can hear them," Dean's eyes were closed, his expression intent as he heard
female voices singing. The voices were faint, and he couldn't make out the words,
but he could tell what direction they were coming from.

"What?" Sam stared at his brother, surprised. "Where are they?"

Dean tilted his head up and turned to the right, feeling a strange, pulling sensation,
as if he was being drawn to the voices. "That way," he said softly, lifting one hand
and pointing shakily in the direction the ramp would take them.

"Okay, that way it is," Sam said, catching Bobby's attention and pointing to the
exit.

Both cars slowed and pulled onto the exit ramp, and shortly thereafter Bobby
turned into the parking lot of a coffee shop. "What's up, that thing workin'
already?" he asked, nodding his head toward Dean as the younger man slowly got
out of the car, one hand pressed to the right side of his head.

Sam nodded, moving around the car and putting both hands on Dean's shoulders,
guiding him over to one of the tables set up in front of the building. "Hold on,
Dean," he said quietly, then went back to the car.

Bobby looked at Dean, wincing as the other man folded his arms on the table and
rested his head on them. Guess whatever that little homing beacon's doing, it
doesn't feel too pleasant, he thought with a sigh. "I'm gonna go get you some
coffee," he said, then stood up and went into the shop just as Sam came back to the
table with a map.

Sam spread out the map and found their current location, then he sat down and
touched Dean's shoulder lightly. "Hey, Dean? Listen, I know�this isn't easy for
you right now. If it's anything like the visions I used to get it probably hurts like
hell. But I need you to try and focus. Which way do we go?"

Dean took a deep breath, then slowly lifted his head, opening his eyes and looking
at his brother with hooded eyes. "It doesn't hurt, it's just�weird," he murmured,
lifting his hand and pointing to his right. "They're somewhere over that way. I
feel like something's trying to pull me toward them, and I can hear them singing
this weird song, constantly."

Sam quirked an eyebrow and looked at his brother a moment. "A weird song?" he
worried his lower lip between his teeth gently, eyes narrowed. "I don't think it's
just a song, it's got to be some kind of summoning ritual. Okay, so," he looked
down at the map, plotting the simplest way to get through the city in the direction
his brother had indicated. "Got it, as we get closer you can give me any course
corrections, as I don't think 'thataway' is gonna cut it for much longer," he grinned
as Dean managed a faint smile at the comment. "Hey, thanks Bobby," Sam said as
the older man sat down beside Dean, setting down a take-out tray bearing three
large coffees.

Bobby nodded and pointed to the map. "So where we off to?"

"West, toward the coast," Sam answered, spinning the map around and showing
the older man their route. "As we get closer Dean will steer us in the right
direction."

As if on cue, Dean shot to his feet, coffee clutched in one hand, the other coming
up to brush at the earring almost absently. "Gotta go," he muttered, unconsciously
walking away from the cars, instead moving in the direction he was being pulled
by the song. "Gotta find them, now�"

"Dean, wait!" Sam jumped up and darted after his brother, gripping the other man
gently by the shoulders.

Bobby appeared at Dean's other side, and together they steered him back to the
Impala. "Hold your horses, dammit," he grumped, shaking his head. "Guess we'd
better get a move on."

"Stay close," Sam murmured, watching as Dean got in the car, the older man's leg
moving restlessly, as long fingers tapped out a statacco rhythm on the dash.

"You don't have to tell me! Just keep an eye on your brother," Bobby shook his
head, nearly rolling his eyes at Sam before he turned and walked back to his own
car.

Sam smiled and got into the car, then glanced over at Dean. "Hey, you okay?" he
asked quietly.

Dean nodded, eyes closed as he sat forward, posture rigid, his body tense. "Yeah,
can we just get a move on already? God, I feel like a fish on the end of somebody's
line, and they're tryin' their damndest to reel me in!"

Sam winced and nodded, then he pulled out of the parking lot and headed west.

They wound their way through La Jolla, their progress slow as Dean was having
trouble pinpointing the exact direction. Then after several minutes the older man
seemed more sure of himself, sitting forward and staring ahead with an intent
expression, telling Sam which way to turn.

~~oOo~~
45 minutes later�

"Left," Dean snapped, no longer trying to carry on any sort of conversation. The
desire to talk had deserted him once the pull of the Cosmos became stronger. Dean
didn't notice, but he started humming the tune under his breath, the meaning of the
words becoming more and more clear the louder the song became.

Sam nodded and turned left, trying to ignore his brother's soft humming, which, if
anyone asked, was really starting to creep him out.

"They're here," Dean said quietly, opening the door before Sam even managed to
bring the car to a full stop.

Sam slammed on the brakes, bringing the Impala to a shuddering halt, and Bobby
quickly pulled in behind them, getting out to see what was going on.

"Dean, wait!" Sam scrambled out and slammed the door, walking quickly to catch
up with Dean as the other man approached a long drive blocked by a heavy
wrought-iron gate. "Wait!" He grabbed his brother's arm, stopping the older man
from trying to climb the fence. "We can't just barge in there like this!"

Bobby followed Sam, and smirked as he folded his arms, thinking. "I got an idea.
Bela's not supposed to be here for another half hour or so, right?" At Sam and
Dean's nod, he turned and walked back to his car. "I think this guy needs to get a
visit from the police regarding the company he keeps."

Sam nodded and grinned, then tried to guide Dean back to the car. "Okay, we'll
get through the door as cops, and Dean, you go find the Cosmos while Bobby and I
keep everyone else busy." He reached into the back seat for one of the duffel bags,
only to spin around, reaching for Dean in alarm as the older man's eyes slipped
closed and he swayed on his feet. "Dean!"

"What's wrong now?" Bobby asked gruffly, but he looked concerned as he moved
over beside Dean, one hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you alright?"

Dean couldn't fight the new presence that was making itself known. Dean's
awareness of his surroundings faded, and he soon felt as if he were occupying
someone, or something else's body.

He had the impression of immense size, yet he still felt light as a feather. He was
gliding, air moving past enormous wings, stirring the fur that seemed to cover his
body. He looked down, seeing the ocean, the sun reflecting, refracting into
brilliant colors as waves sent droplets of water into the air. Dean was nearly
dizzy with the sensation of flying, and for a moment he was tempted to see if he
could swoop down and touch the water. He didn't get the chance, however.
Instead his attention was drawn to the noisy�(bird?) up ahead. That's a plane,
he thought, realizing the creature he was linked with didn't know of this.
However, it seemed to be drawing from his mind as much as he was drawing from
it, learning, understanding. And what it did understand was that humans were
holding the Cosmos prisoner, and this human contraption was in its way.

"No, no don't you do that," Dean murmured, eyes still closed as he sank to his
knees, Sam holding onto his arms and calling his name.

But it was too late. Dean felt the creature soar higher, moving over the large jet
airliner. It beat its wings once, creating a column of air that smashed down on
the plane and buckled its wings, sending it careening down toward the water,
locked in a tailspin. Then the creature turned its attention back to the coast,
homing in on Dean himself, realizing he was the conduit that would help it
pinpoint the Cosmos. There were other flying contraptions around it, heading for
the coast, but it understood these were no threat to its mission at the moment, so it
let them be, changing course and making its way to Dean.

~~oOo~~
San Diego International Airport�

"Sir?" A young woman at one of the computer terminals spun around, panic in her
voice. "Flight AS 512 is down!"

"What?" An older man with thick glasses and brush cut salt-and-pepper hair
looked over at her. "What the hell happened?"

She shook her head, unwilling to pass on what the pilot had said, unable to force
herself to repeat the pilot's last words. Words that described a giant moth
attacking them�

Someone else spoke up from another terminal. "Radar shows
something�something big, coming in fast! It just�flew over the plane and took it
down. I can't identify it, sir, and it's not responding to any attempts at
communication."

The older man strode over and stared down at the screen, then dragged a hand
down his face. "Shit." He turned away and made a beeline for his office, picking
up the phone and dialing one number he always dreaded having to call.

~~oOo~~
Point Loma Naval Base�

"Where the hell's that satellite image?" demanded an officer, glancing over to one
of the men at the line of computers to his right.

"Got it," answered one of the men, his eyes wide as saucers. "Sir, you'd better
come take a look at this, you're not gonna believe it�"

The older man stalked over and gazed down at the screen. "That's� A moth?"

"Mothra�" whispered one of the other men sitting at a computer, looking over his
shoulder at the screen in awe. "I'll be damned�"

"Where's it going to hit and when?"

"It's changed course, heading for La Jolla, sir, ETA 9 minutes."

"Dammit, no time to get anything out to intercept it, contact North Island, we need
to get something in the air to try and stop this thing, whatever the hell it is!"

~~oOo~~
Outside the Zander estate�

"Oh shit," Dean murmured, finally opening his eyes and pinning Sam with a
worried look. "It knows, Sammy. It can't sense them, but it knows I can. It knows
we've found 'em, and it's comin' in fast."

Bobby took a moment to straighten his jacket, then looked over at the two men.
"Then I guess we'd better get our butts in there and rescue the�" He looked to
Sam.

"Cosmos," Sam said quietly, helping Dean to his feet before he quickly slipped on
his own jacket, checking himself over as best he could in the Impala's rear view
mirror. "Alright, let's do this."

~~oOo~~
Inside the mansion�

"I'm impressed, I didn't expect you for another half hour," Mr. Zander sat back
behind his desk, smiling and eying Bela as she took a seat across from him.

"Yes, well, you might not be happy with the girls, but I have someone else who is
very eager to add them to his collection, as soon as possible," the brunette said,
tilting her head up and giving Zander a cool look in return.

Mr. Zander nodded slowly, as Richard set a tray down on the desk in front of Bela
with tea, sugar and milk. "I do hope we can continue to do business, but from now
on I think I will stick to collecting inanimate objects. I'm just not suited to a
magical menagerie."

"I noticed," she said dryly, accepting the offer of tea after Zander poured some for
himself. She watched as another man came in and whispered in Richard's ear,
then the two of them left the room for a moment.

Zander narrowed his eyes when a few seconds later Richard came back, his steps
quick, eyes widened slightly as he shot a look at Bela. "Is there a problem?"

"Well," Richard said quietly, moving to one of the cabinets against the wall and
revealing a security console. "It seems there are a couple of police detectives here
to speak to you about your�guest, sir. They want to ask a few questions about
your dealings with her." He brought up the feed from the front gate on the small
black and white screen, revealing Bobby and Sam standing beside one of the
security guards.

Zander glared at Bela. "You assured me you were discreet, and that nothing could
be traced back to any illegal activity. Now I have police showing up at my door
just as you arrive?"

"Relax," Bela smirked, getting up and walking over to the screen, eyes narrowed as
she watched the two hunters. "They're not police, they're con men, wanted by the
FBI. They're probably here for some of your items as well. However, unlike
myself, they won't give you a refund, they'll just take it from you, and probably kill
you in the process. They're violent, sociopaths, really." She looked over at
Zander, widening her eyes and putting on her best intimidated look. "You need to
get rid of them. Either bring in the real police, or�" she tilted her head and
smiled at him wickedly. "Have your hired goons do the world a favor."

Richard stared at her incredulously; unable to believe she would be so bold. "You
expect us to just take your-"

"If you don't believe me, just do a search on Sam Winchester," Bela snapped.
"And his brother, Dean. I'm sure he's not far behind, just keeping out of sight
ready to start shooting, he is the trigger-happy one of the pair."

Richard moved over to his laptop, and minutes later he gasped as page after page
came up, detailing crimes they'd committed. "Sir�?" He showed his employer,
and the older man's eyes narrowed.

"My, they certainly are quite the pair, aren't they? Very well," he nodded, moving
out of the room and picking up the phone and connecting to the front gate. "Yes,
bring them in. There's a third man with them, find him, and I want them all
brought inside, well out of sight�" He trailed off, listening for a moment, then
nodded his head. "Yes. Then I want you to make sure that�they can't bother me
again. Do you understand?" Zander smirked, then hung up the phone. "They'll be
taken care of shortly."

The three of them watched as more two more security guards appeared at the gate,
one of them moving out and around the corner, searching for Dean. Once he'd
been found, the three men were escorted in, the iron gate slowly swinging shut
behind them.

~~oOo~~

I don't like this, Sam thought, looking around warily as they were led inside by not
one or two, but six guards, all of them obviously armed. He caught Bobby's eye,
then was about to make an attempt for his own gun, but a look from the older man
made him stop.

"Come on, fellas," Bobby said jovially, putting on his best smile to put the men at
ease. "Why all the fuss? We're just here to ask a few questions."

Nobody answered, instead they simply kept herding the three men forward until
they were led into a large courtyard at the side of the mansion surrounded on three
sides by high stone walls.

They're leading us in so they can kill us with no witnesses, Dean thought, just
before he slumped forward, one of the guards grabbing him roughly by the arm and
shaking him, but Dean was no longer aware of anything around him.

He was flying over a beach, getting very close now, but there were more planes
approaching, and these ones were different. Smaller, faster, and they had
weapons. They fired on him, some of the projectiles striking him. They didn't do
any real damage, but they did leave a nasty sting. Fighter jets, Dean thought,
and felt the power coursing through him before brilliant beams of light shot out
from his/the creature's forehead, disintegrating the aircraft two and three at a
time.

Dean's eyes opened just in time to see the men that surrounded them raise
handguns equipped with silencers. No! He felt anger rising, then a feeling of calm
washed over him, and he tilted his head back, green eyes slipping closed as he
raised his arms slightly, hands open, palms up.

A stiff breeze blew through the courtyard, and Sam glanced over at Dean, blinking
in shock as a shimmering light seemed to surround the other man, the silvery
outline of a large moth superimposing itself over his brother. "What the hell?"

The image of the moth moved then, its huge wings beating once, twice, and the
wind turned to small twisters that picked up the guards, throwing each of them
back into the stone walls with enough force to knock them out.

Bobby and Sam simply stared at Dean in shock as the image faded.

"Come on, we don't have time to stand around!" Dean growled, running toward
the side door. When he couldn't budge it, Dean merely shot at the lock, then
kicked it in and ran inside. He led them down one corridor, up two flights of stairs
and into another wing of the building.

Sam paced Dean, glancing over and noticing the symbol etched into the earring
was now glowing brightly. It's got to be close, he thought, then looked up ahead
as more men stepped out into the hallway, only to be brushed aside by another
burst of wind. Sam looked over at his brother uneasily then. He must be
channeling its power somehow� Sam couldn't help the little stab of jealousy that
he felt, wondering what it would be like to be connected to such a creature, and
able to tap into its abilities like this. Even when it comes to freaky psychic powers,
Dean always has to be the cool one, Sam chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

They came to an abrupt halt as three people appeared at the end corridor. Richard,
Zander and Bela, each with guns drawn. Bela was holding a small gilded cage,
and inside it were the Cosmos.

"Give them up, Bela!" Dean shouted, glaring at her angrily. "You have no idea
what kind of trouble you've stirred up. Give me that cage, and maybe we can undo
it before any more people get hurt."

"Oh, like you really care about people getting hurt," she sneered, narrowing her
eyes. "I don't know why you want them, but unless you've got the money, they're
coming with me." She pointed her gun straight at his chest. "Sorry Dean, but your
luck's run out for the last time."

Bobby and Sam raised their own guns, preparing to fire, but before they could, a
bright orange glow emanated from the cage, as the twins began singing again,
making everyone pause.

Mahal Mahal Mosura

Tama Tama Mosurra

Laban Guerra Labanan
Mahal Mahal Mosura

"Oh do shut up," Bela snapped at the Cosmos, then glanced up at Dean again as
her finger tightened on the trigger. "What�is that?" she asked, as the shimmering
image of the moth appeared around him once again.

The image broke apart into dozens of smaller moths, all of them soaring down the
corridor toward the other three, swarming around and diving at them.

"Damn, what are these things?" Bela dropped the cage as she ducked the flying
moths, and the door swung open. The Cosmos immediately escaped, running
down the corridor toward the other three men.

"Get them away!" Zander roared, dodging the moths, as Richard took a step closer
to his employer and swatted at them wildly.

Bela was the first to regain her wits, noticing the twins had escaped. She glared
angrily and once again leveled her gun at Dean. "I don't know what you're
playing at, but it ends now. Goodbye Dean," she said, not noticing the faint lines
of the barrier the tiny moths had created around herself and the two men beside
her. She fired twice, and the first bullet bounced off the barrier, striking Zander
right between the eyes. The second bullet hit Richard square in the chest and both
men ended up slumped at Bela's feet. She wisely lowered her gun, finally noticing
the faintly glowing lines of the barrier. "Well then, that's an interesting little trick
you've picked up."

Dean lowered his gaze as the Cosmos approached, and he watched as Sam knelt
down and carefully picked them up, the tiny girls standing in his outstretched
hands. Then he glared at Bela, feeling anger swelling inside him, along with a
desire for revenge. Dean knew these feelings weren't his own, they belonged to
the mammoth creature that was almost upon them. "Yeah, and here's another one
for you," he murmured, closing his eyes as the tiny moths flew back to surround
him, converging back into one. "Seems it's your luck that's run out today."

The moth's wings began to move, slowly at first, stirring up a soft breeze. As they
picked up speed, it turned to a howling wind that ripped pictures from the walls
and sent furniture toppling. Sam and Bobby stepped back, Sam holding the
Cosmos close to his chest in one large hand, cupping the other hand around them
protectively as the ceiling beams began to groan in protest, cracks appearing in the
walls. "Dean?" he asked worriedly, looking up at the ceiling as plaster dust began
to rain down. "Maybe you should-"

"It's not me," Dean answered quietly, eyes still closed.

Bela was knocked off her feet by the force of the wind, and she raised her head,
staring at Dean with wide eyes. Suddenly there was a loud groaning, cracking
sound over head, and she looked up, lips parting in a scream as the ceiling
collapsed, plaster, support beams and other debris crashing down on top of her,
cutting off the sound abruptly.

The moth's wings stopped as soon as the ceiling gave, the wind dying down
immediately.

Sam turned to his brother, brow furrowed as the image of the moth rippled, then
burst apart into tiny pinpoints of light before it vanished altogether. "Dean!" he
cried as the other man collapsed to his knees.

Bobby hunched down beside him, one hand on Dean's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"
He asked, helping Dean up as the other man struggled to his feet.

"Yeah, I'm good," Dean nodded slowly, before he lifted his head and looked down
the hall, a smile on his lips. "Ding-dong, the witch is dead," he chuckled, pointing
to the legs sticking out from beneath the rubble, one foot bare, the other still
wearing a black designer high-heel pump.

"Which old witch?" Sam couldn't resist adding.

"The wicked witch!" they said together.

Bobby rolled his eyes and made a disgusted sound. "Yeah, you two are just fine,"
he grumbled, folding his arms.

Dean looked over at the Cosmos, smiling faintly. "You two alright?" The two
women nodded and smiled back at him. "Good. Then let's wrap this up, shall
we?" He looked up at the ceiling. "Mothra's waiting. And damned if that isn't
the weirdest thing I've ever said."

Sam looked up at the ceiling as well. "It's here? Where is it?"

"Right above us," Dean answered nonchalantly, turning down a side corridor and
leading them toward the front doors, not noticing the way the other two men
jumped and stared up nervously.

They stepped outside, and the first thing Sam noticed was the deep shadows. "It
looks more like evening out here, than mid-day," he murmured, then turned around
and looked up. "Holy shit!" he cried, nearly falling backward as he got his first
good look at the creature hovering over the mansion, blotting out the sun. It looked
larger than a football field, and he felt a little twinge of irony as he realized right
now he was the tiny insect in comparison.

"Well, I'll be damned," Bobby said quietly, staring up at Mothra.

Silence fell for several moments as the three men simply gazed up at the giant
creature, taking in its large, fur-covered body, the huge, brightly colored wings and
it's enormous, jewel-like violet eyes as it gazed down at them. Then the silence
was broken by a deafening, high-pitched chirp-like cry as Mothra tilted its head, its
long, dangling legs that ended in pincers shifting restlessly.

Dean walked over and tilted his head, looking down at the Cosmos still cradled in
Sam's hand. "Well, I gotta say, it's been�interesting, meeting you. Let's do this
again sometime, but without all the end of the world stuff, okay?"

The Cosmos giggled, hands over their mouths before they nodded and smiled at
Dean. "We thank you, friends, for rescuing us. Mothra thanks you too, it says you
have much in common."

"We do?" Sam asked, one eyebrow raised as he gazed up at Mothra in awe.
"Um�like what?"

"Mothra is a guardian of the earth, you are guardians of man," the twins said, as
they floated up into the air, holding hands. They looked over at Dean, and each
held a hand up, palms out as their hands started to glow brightly. "You have no
more need for this, but after what you have experienced, a part of Mothra will
always be with you, and you with it."

Dean reached up as the earring vanished from his ear, fingers brushing his earlobe,
then he looked down at the tiny flash of light over his chest. He touched the new
amulet hanging around his neck, beside the one his brother had given him. It was
another, larger silver medallion, and again it bore Mothra's symbol. "Thanks," he
said quietly.

"Goodbye, friends," the Cosmos waved as they slowly began to drift up toward
Mothra. They seemed to shrink after a few moments, until they were nothing more
than a tiny point of light that soared up toward Mothra's forehead.

The three men waved, then ducked and hunched over as Mothra began to fly away,
the wind it stirred up ruffling their hair and clothing. Once it was gone, they all
shared a glance, then breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief.

"Well, all's well that ends well," the Trickster said, his sudden appearance
startling all of them. "You guys did pretty good, all things considered. And
Dean," he grinned, walking over, his arms outstretched as if he intended to give the
man a hug. "Channeling like that? Wow! That was so cool! How'd it feel to have
the powers of a deity?"

Dean backed away quickly, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. "You son of a-"

Sam scowled, reaching for the Colt.

"Aw, guys! Why the hard feelings?" the Trickster asked, looking perplexed. "You
saved the day, got rid of ol' sticky fingers in there," he looked up as sirens began to
sound in all directions, approaching fast. "Oh boy, guess it's time we got you out
of here, huh?"

Bobby glanced over his shoulder, looking tense. "After this craziness we're gonna
have everything, cops, FBI, even the military swarming all over this place. We
gotta find a way outta here."

"Hey, don't worry about it. You really think I'd leave you in the lurch like that
after helping me out?" the Trickster smirked, raising his hand. "I'll be seein' ya,"
he said, and then snapped his fingers.

The three men jumped as they found themselves sitting in Bobby's living room a
split-second later. Bobby gripped the arms of his chair, while Sam and Dean
jumped to their feet. Dean immediately moved to the window, sighing in relief
when he saw both cars were parked safely in the driveway.

Sam stared at his brother, lips parting to speak when Dean turned around and met
his eyes.

"No!" Dean said, holding up one finger and shaking his head quickly. "No
analyzing, no discussing. It happened, but I really don't want to dwell on it. Let's
move on," he said, stomping past Sam and making his way to the bathroom.

Sam looked over at Bobby, eyebrows raised.

"Don't look at me, I'm still trying to figure out just what the hell all that was,"
Bobby said, dragging a hand down his face.

"Alright then," Sam sighed, then shook his head. He sat down and grabbed the
remote, turning on the TV, just in time to catch a news report.

And in breaking news, Alaska Airlines flight 521 went down just off the coast of
San Diego earlier this afternoon. Further up the coast, several military jets were
shot down in what's being described as a training exercise gone wrong. It's not
yet known whether the two incidents are related, we'll have more for you as the
investigation continues.

Dean snapped off the television as he passed through the room, going into Bobby's
kitchen and pulling three beers out of the fridge.

Sam rose to his feet, then walked into the kitchen, setting a hand lightly on his
brother's shoulder. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" he asked quietly. Since this
situation began Sam had been wondering just what kind of effect the powers
bestowed on him by the Trickster were going to have on Dean.

Dean looked up at him, his expression guarded, before he sighed and ran one hand
through his hair. "Yeah, yeah I am." He smiled faintly at the look of disbelief on
Sam's face. "Listen," he said quietly, not sure where to begin, just knowing he
wanted to say something. "All this�" he waved his hand around, then pointed to
the medallion.

Sam watched his brother silently, waiting for him to continue.

"I just want you to know�I get it now, what you were goin' through with your
visions, and all that kinda stuff," Dean sighed, knowing that sounded woefully
inadequate. "I know I should be saying more, but hey," he smirked. "You know
me, I don't do the whole heartfelt confessions, thing, right?"

Sam laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, I know," he sighed, picking up a beer and
opening it. "It's kinda scary when powers like that make themselves known. You
don't understand where they came from, and you can't really control them."

Dean nodded, then looked up at Sam. "I'm just glad it's over, for both of us."

"Me too," Sam agreed, unable to resist slinging an arm around Dean's shoulders
and pulling the older man into a one-armed hug. He blinked in surprise when
Dean returned it without hesitation, both of Dean's arms winding around his waist
and holding on.

Bobby glanced out into the kitchen and smiled at the hug. "Yeah, you two'll be
just fine," he nodded, before he turned on the TV again, keeping the volume low.
It wasn't that he needed to see the news itself, Bobby was just curious to see what
kind of cockamamie explanation the government was going to come up with for all
this.

The End
Okay, I know this is my second answer to this challenge, but hey, you said Mothra,
and dammit as a Toho fan for the a couple of decades now, how could I resist?
I would have finished this a lot sooner, but rl and endless hours of research so I
wouldn't sound like a complete idiot dragged this out a little XD. (*wonders how
she can help but look like an idiot for fangirling over the chance to write her fave
boys, and her fave monster in the same fic*)
Annnyway, I'm hoping you liked this, feedback is <3!
JJ
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