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Gremlins vs Team Winchester	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Gremlins vs Team Winchester 2/2

Author: Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural,
Gremlins
Rating: 18+
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, a few OC�s thrown in for plot.

Beta: winter_loveless,
thevinegarworks
Disclaimer: I don�t own
Supernatural, Gremlins or their characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings and Notes: Wincest,
OOC, AU.
Additional Notes: Complete
and utter crack, really!� This was for
spnflashfic�s Creature Feature challenge.�
I took liberties with the grandson�s name, as, to the best of my knowledge,
one was never given in the films.
Summary:� Um, yeah�*points to title* do you really
need one?
There is a banner to go with
this fic, made by me ^^;
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y182/Johnnyjosh/gremlinsbannerfinal.jpg

~oOo~

Fai gave Dean an appraising
look.� �You said this is what you do,
you and Sam hunt demons often?��

He nodded, adding a machete
to his arsenal as well.� �Guess you
could say it�s our job.��

�Interesting career choice,�
Fai said quietly.� �Dangerous work, is
it hard for you and your�partner to face that day in and day out?��

Dean ignored the partner
comment.� �We didn�t choose this,� he
admitted, pausing and giving the other man a somber look.� �It chose us.��

Fai gazed at Dean silently
for a moment, before he nodded slowly.�
�I understand.�� And something in
those dark eyes told Dean that he actually did.�

A frustrated shout from the
school entrance got Dean�s attention, and he slammed the trunk closed, making
his way over to Tyler and his mother, who was currently pounding and kicking at
the door as her husband stood back, watching silently, still looking a bit
shell-shocked.� �Easy, I got it,� Dean
said quietly, pulling out a set of lock picks.�

�Those won�t work on that
lock, Dean,� Sam called out, walking across the parking lot, Billy and his
parents in tow as he cradled a terrified and sobbing Megan in one arm.��

�You think so?�� Dean smirked, feeling the familiar give of
the lock as he applied just a bit more pressure.� There was a click, and he shoved on the door, pushing it
open.� �Admit it, I�m just that awesome,�
he held his arms out, grinning at Sam.�

�Yeah, sure, you�re just Mr. Awesome
tonight,� Sam rolled his eyes, then set Megan down gently.� �Hey, you need to go inside with your
brother, okay?� he said softly as she tried to cling to his neck.�

�You also need to protect
someone,� Fai said softly, holding up a by now familiar wooden box.�

�Bandit?� Megan sniffed,
looking over at the sound of his voice, relinquishing her hold on Sam as soon
as she saw the box.� She walked over to
it, Billy and Tyler right behind her, and each child picked up their Mogwai and
held them close. �

�What are those things?�� Billy�s father demanded, eyeing Dell
suspiciously, hands tightening on the rifle in his hands.�

�They are Mogwai, and they
are the opposite of what you�ve fought tonight,� Fai said quietly, relieved
when the children�s parents relaxed somewhat at those words.� �They mean no harm.��

�Alright, everybody inside,�
Dean said, ushering the children and their parents through the door, before he
ducked back out.�

�Where are you going?�� Fai asked quietly.�

�You said we needed to
provoke the little freaks,� Dean smirked.�
�Trust me, we�ve got the whole provoking thing down pat.��

�He does, at least,� Sam
chuckled and pointed at his brother.�
�I�m going to stay here and protect-�

�No, you may go, I will
protect them until you return, and make some preparations,� Fai said, his
demeanor changing in the blink of an eye from gentle, but mysterious, to hard
and cold.� �You may hunt demons, but I�m
an expert on Gremlins.� Go.��

Dean nodded, reaching out and
tapping Sam�s arm.� �You heard the man,
let�s go.�� They turned and made their
way back to the Impala, their faces grim as they got into the car.� �Wait a minute,� Dean said quietly,
retrieving the case of empty bottles and a couple of torn, bloodstained shirts
from the back seat. �He carried them up
to the door, giving Fai a tight smile.�
�I think you can figure out some use for these,� Dean murmured,
chuckling as Fai smirked back at him and nodded.� �We�ll be back before you know it.��

�I would normally say take
your time,� Fai looked thoughtful for a moment.� �Actually, part of me still wants to say that.�� They shared a laugh, and he watched as Dean
turned and jogged back to the car.�

�You gave him bottles to make
Molotov cocktails?� Sam chuckled, shaking his head as Dean swung the car
around.�

�Hey, they don�t like light,
I figure they won�t care for fire much either,� Dean shrugged, one hand on the
wheel as the other reached into his pocket, checking for spare clips for his
handgun.�

Silence reigned as they sped
down the road, each of them double-checking their weapons, and gearing up for a
fight.� They looked up when loud sirens
sounded behind them, Dean slowly edging the car over toward the side of the
road.� Both of them blinked in surprise
when two fire trucks whipped past them, heading toward three houses burning in
the distance.�

�Aw crap,� Dean tightened his
grip on the steering wheel.� �They
really are destroying everything in their path, aren�t they?��

�Just like Fai said they
would,� Sam said quietly. He gasped as the first truck suddenly swerved, as if
trying to avoid something, then seemed to veer back and forth, out of control,
smashing into the other truck and sending it into the ditch, where it rolled
over onto its roof.� The truck continued
down the road a short distance, then gave a lurch to the right and went
straight into the ditch as well, ending up on its side.� A fire broke out, and the crew scrambled to
get away from the truck as sparks began to shoot from the engine.� A moment later the front end of the truck
erupted in a huge fireball, smoke billowing up into the night sky.��

�Dean�?�� Sam glanced over at his brother,
shocked.��

�Those things just took out
two fire trucks,� Dean said quietly, looking back at Sam.� �How the hell�d they do it that fast?��

�I don�t know, but suddenly
I�m not so sure about provoking them,� Sam admitted, though he gripped his gun
in both hands, staring at what was left of the truck.� �Wait, what�s�� Oh no,� he
murmured, hazel eyes widening at the sight unfolding up ahead.�

Dean tensed in his seat, lips
pulling back from his teeth in a snarl as he stared out through the
windshield.� �Oh shit��

First there was only one
Gremlin, the one Matty had named Stripes.�
Then, four more appeared behind him, then eight more behind them.� They seemed to be marching in formation,
line after line of Gremlins walking through the smoke, making their way toward
them.�

Sam continued to watch in
horrified fascination, trying to count them all.� He stopped when the number topped one hundred.� �Dean��

�I know,� Dean growled, one
hand holding his gun as he reached for the door handle with the other.� �If this many of �em get into town, forget
it.� Everyone will be dead and the whole
damn place will be leveled before morning.��

�What are you doing?� Sam
yelped, eyes huge as he watched his brother get out of the car.� He shoved open his door and got out, not
feeling nearly as confident as Dean looked.�

The older man sneered as he
took a step forward, his eyes trained on the one with the stripe running down
its back.� He figured that one was the
leader.� Now if I can just piss you
off enough, Dean thought, gun hidden for the moment.� �Hey, you little freaks want a piece of that
town?� he turned and glanced over his shoulder.� �Well you gotta go through us first.��

Stripes held up a hand,
everyone behind pausing as it looked at Dean, then laughed, its voice low and
raspy.� �Don�t thhhink sso.�

�Huh, guess you�re not up for
the challenge,� Dean taunted, fingers tightening around the gun.� �Too bad, here I was spoilin� for a good
fight.� If you change your mind, I�ll be
right over there at the school,� he lifted his free hand and pointed, then
jerked the gun up and shot Stripes in the shoulder.� He was sure that even with the creature�s small frame, it was
nothing more than a flesh wound.� �Come
get me, you ugly son of a bitch!�� Dean
roared, before he jumped back into the car.�
�Sammy, move!��

Sam jerked out of his stupor
and quickly slid into the passenger seat, barely having time to shut the door
before Dean brought the car around and sped back toward the school.�

Stripes had been flung back
by the force of the impact, getting to its feet with the help of a couple of
the others, green blood oozing down its arm.�
Red eyes narrowed as Stripes watched the car drive away.� �You�� It lifted one hand, pointing a finger
at the car.� �Sonnnuvabitch.�� Then it threw its head back and let out a
bone-chilling roar, before the entire army moved forward as one, chasing after
the car.�

�You know, I will say that�s
one thing you�re really good at, pissing people off!�� Sam said, one hand gripping the dash so hard his knuckles were
white as he stared ahead, his entire body tense.� He sat up as Dean pulled into the parking lot and bypassed the
entrance, driving around the side of the building and swerving in behind two
dumpsters.� �Dean, what the hell are you
doing?��

�Sammy, those things just
killed two fire trucks, and I just shot the leader.� You think I�m gonna leave the car right in their path?� There�d be nothin� left of her after about
ten seconds,� Dean glared at him, then got out and grabbed his duffel bag,
grunting as he struggled to swing it over his shoulder.� �Damn, that thing�s heavy.��

�I can�t believe you�re
thinking about keeping the car safe at a time like this,� Sam grumbled, running
alongside Dean as they headed for the entrance.� �You really need to get your priorities straight.��

�Hey, I do have priorities-
the car, and you,� Dean said, then shot Sam a wry smile before he wrenched open
the door.�

�Nice to know I made second
on the list,� Sam quipped, managing a tight smile back.� He yelped and jumped as Dean�s hand came
down hard on his rear.�

�Quit bein� such a girl,
Sammy,� Dean teased, before he noticed the two large gas cylinders, one on each
side of the door.� �Hey, what�s up with
those?�� He coughed then, covering his
mouth.� �Oh man!��

�Gas, they must be-� Sam
looked up at the sound of a familiar voice.

�Come, my friends,� Fai
appeared further down the hall, waving them forward.� �We don�t have much time.��

Sam and Dean sprinted down
the hall, putting on a burst of speed as they heard the first sounds of the
Gremlins reaching the doors.�

�Hurry!�� Tyler shouted, holding open a fire door, his
mother behind him holding a bottle with a rag stuffed into the mouth of it.

They ran through the door,
and Fai took the bottle from the woman, urging her to go.� �Make sure the others have armed themselves,
we�ll be there soon.� As they started running, Fai turned to Dean.� �I think you can see what the plan is for
the first wave, yes?�� He smiled
tightly, holding up the bottle.�

�Yeah, I�m impressed,� Dean
nodded, holding out his hand. �May I?��
He smiled as the Chinese man handed it to him, the three of them watching
in silence as Gremlins poured in through the doors.� �Almost�now!�� He lit the
rag, and when Sam opened the door, threw the bottle down the hall.� �Move!��

The three men ran down the
hallway, ducking around a corner.� Sam
grabbed Dean�s arm as the older man nearly overbalanced and went down thanks to
the heavy bag slung over one shoulder.�
They hunched down, all of them flinching at the explosion that ripped
apart the front entrance with enough force to tear one of the fire doors off
its hinges, sending the twisted remains careening down the hall.�

After several tense moments,
Sam risked taking a look around the corner.�
All he saw was fire, rubble, and the bodies of several dozen
Gremlins.� �Ugh, are they�melting?��

Fai nodded, rising to his feet
and stepping out into the hallway, holding his arm up and using his sleeve to
keep from breathing in the dust and smoke that filled the air.� �They do that, once you�ve finished them
off.�� He looked over his shoulder, then
turned and started walking down the hall.�
�Follow me, the others will be in the gymnasium.� That was the only place that had two exits
of its own, weapons for everyone, and-� He paused, looking up as the lights
suddenly went out.� �Lots of emergency
lights.��

Dean set his bag down, rummaging
around inside for flashlights.� �That a
halogen?�� Dean asked, noticing how
bright Fai�s was as the other man shone it down the hallway.�

Fai nodded, looking around
warily.� �I bought it at the hardware
store in town, it was on sale.� I
thought it might come in handy.�� He
glanced back at Dean and smiled.� �I
would have bought more, had I known I�d be working with a team.��

�Yeah, I had one, but it got
broken when someone used it as a club,� Dean shot a pointed look at Sam, who
smiled sheepishly and shrugged.� �But I
think we�ll manage,� Dean murmured, turning around and shining the light behind
them as they made their way down the hall.�
He pulled a handgun and some extra ammunition from his bag, offering it
to the other man.�

�No, thank you, I have no use
for guns,� Fai shook his head.� �We have
to hurry, the second wave will probably already be at the other entrance by
now, we have to spring the second trap,� Fai said, quickening his step.�

They passed by a few
classrooms, then what looked like a shop class of some kind.� Dean paused to peer inside until Sam huffed
and grabbed him by the back of his jacket, jerking him away from the door.
Without warning the lights came back on, making them jump and close their eyes
at the sudden brightness.� Music began
to play, but it was disjointed, speeding up and slowing down, and it sounded
like some of the Gremlins were toying with the PA system, growls and laughter
echoing in the empty hallways.� The
lights flickered, then faded to almost nothing as the music continued to play,
much slower than normal, raising the hairs on the back of Sam�s neck.�

�Great, how do we find out
where all that�s coming from?�� Dean
grumbled, as they continued to follow Fai.�
�And where�s the electrical room?�
We should try to get these damn lights workin� properly.��

�Mrs. Greenely, Tyler�s
mother, will know,� Fai said as the two men gave him a puzzled glance. �She is
a teacher here.��

They turned another corner,
and all three men jumped as hisses and growls rang out from up ahead, about
twenty of the creatures blocking their path, teeth bared, red eyes wide as they
advanced.�

Fai shone the light on them,
while Sam and Dean opened fire, killing several of them.�

�I�m out,� Dean said,
reaching into his pocket for a spare clip, reloading quickly.� �Damnit!��
Dean cursed as there was a crash overhead, two more Gremlins dropping
out of the vent, through the ceiling to land on his shoulders.� One of them managed to run its claws along
the side of his face, opening a nasty gash down his right cheek, while the
other slashed through the strap of his duffel bag, sending it crashing to the
floor as blood oozed from the wound in his shoulder.� �You son of a bitch!��
Dean hollered, grasping one by the throat and shooting it point blank in
the head before he punched at the other, knocking it into the wall.�

�Dean!� Sam shot the other
one as soon as Dean knocked it aside, then set a hand lightly on Dean�s
uninjured shoulder.� He winced at the
blood running down the older man�s face and staining his jacket before his
attention shifted back to the creatures now advancing on them, throwing things
at Fai in an effort to douse the light.

�I�m okay, come on, I got an
idea!�� Dean turned and ran back down
the hall, shoving open the door of the shop class he�d been looking into
earlier.� �Come on you butt-ugly
mutants!� he yelled, then looked up toward the lights, which flickered once
again.� �Just keep that power on for one
more minute, would ya?��

As if answering his
challenge, Gremlins started to pour in through the door, shrieking, growling
and laughing maniacally.� Fai did his
best to hold them off with the flashlight, while the brothers began
shooting.� Some of them dodged the
bright light and the hail of bullets, and then immediately launched themselves
at Dean and Sam.� Dean merely grabbed
two of them in midair and slammed them onto a table, before reaching down and
pressing a button, turning on the table saw.�
He dispatched them easily, simply sliding the creatures into the blade
and sawing them, well, not-so-neatly in half.�

Sam shot three more, swatting
one that grabbed onto his leg and tried to bite him through the thick material
of his jeans.� He growled, eyes
narrowing as he grabbed the offending creature by the ear and flung it,
reaching over and turning on the band saw before pushing it forward,
decapitating it.�

Fai watched the two men from
the corner of his eye, impressed with their resourcefulness in dispatching the
creatures.� He pulled a bag from his
pocket, using one hand to open it and flinging the dark reddish powder it
contained at the Gremlins.� Those hit
with it immediately covered their eyes, noses and mouths and made high-pitched,
angry sounds, unable to do little more than stagger around blindly.�

�Hey, what is that?�� Sam asked, as he and Dean raised their guns,
taking down the rest of the creatures in a matter of moments.�

Fai smiled, putting the bag
back into his pocket.� �It�s an old
Chinese recipe from my grandfather.�
Think of it as tear gas, specifically for Gremlins.��

Dean slanted a look at Fai as
they stepped over the bubbling, melting bodies of the fallen creatures.� �And you couldn�t have mentioned you had
that handy little bag sooner, why?�� As
they started down the hall once again, he picked up his bag and pulled out
spare clips, handing one to Sam.�

�I don�t have much left,� Fai
said, looking sheepish.� �I didn�t have
the time, or the ingredients to make more before I got here.�� He led them down the hall toward the gym when
another explosion, this one much larger than the one they�d set off at the
entrance, rocked the building.� The
lights flashed wildly, and cracks appeared in the walls as the floor shook
beneath their feet.� �Oh no, the
others!�� Fai said worriedly.�

They looked up just in time
to see the wall of flame heading their way.�
Sam grabbed them both and lunged to one side, then the three of them
raced down the hallway, bursting through a set of double doors.� Dean slammed them shut and they all sprawled
on the floor, watching as flames erupted outside.�

�Dammit, what the hell was
that?�� Dean growled, eyes wide.

�That would be the trap that
we set near the other entrance, hoping to lure the rest of them in, and blow
them up as well,� Fai said quietly.� �I
have a feeling all did not go exactly as planned.��

�How can you be sure
something went wrong?�� Sam asked,
cautiously getting to his feet and peering out into the hallway, making a face
at the smell of scorched paint and metal, and burnt plastic.��

�Because those ones that we
trashed in the shop class were a diversion, trying to keep us from getting to
them, probably while the rest of the little freaks went after the others,� Dean
said, as Fai nodded slowly.�

�They were going to wait for
us, and we were supposed to lure the rest of the Gremlins to the gym, lock them
in, then detonate the additional cylinders set up around the gym, destroying
them all in one fell swoop while we escaped safely.��

�Maybe they couldn�t wait any
longer,� Sam said quietly, hoping the children and their families were
alright.��

They all jumped as a
commotion arose back in the kitchen, pots banging, dishes shattering followed
by low, raspy muttering.� The three men
crept toward the kitchen, slowly pushing open the sliding door.�

Stripes looked up as the door
creaked softly, red eyes widening when he saw Dean.� �You!� he growled, pointing with his left arm, some white fabric
wrapped around his right shoulder.�

�You!�� Dean roared, eyes narrowed as he pointed at
Stripes.�

�Son of a bitch!�� Stripes and Dean shouted in tandem.�

Sam was unable to hold back a
laugh at the display, as his brother and the monster continued to point and
stare at each other, and even Fai struggled to suppress a grin.�

Things got serious when four
other Gremlins leapt out of the shadows and attacked, each of them brandishing
kitchen knives.� Sam barely dodged one
aiming for his stomach, and Fai let out a soft sound of pain as another cut the
back of his hand.� Dean bared his teeth
and stepped back quickly, raising his gun and shooting the one closest to him,
before spinning and kicking at the other one.�
It landed on the grill, and Dean grabbed a heavy cast iron pan off the
counter, bringing it down on the Gremlin�s head with a satisfying crunch.� Sam leapt back as the other two turned their
attention to him and Fai, stepping forward and kicking one back into the other,
before raising his gun and firing off several shots, killing them both.�

The two brothers looked over
at each other, both of them breathing heavily, faces pale, eyes wide.�

�Where is it?�� Fai asked, noticing Stripes had
disappeared.� Rasping laughter and
banging overhead had all three of them looking up, and they noticed moisture
dripping down from a hole in the air duct above them.�

�Why�s there water up
there?�� Dean asked quietly, and it was
only then that the men realized there was another sound in the room, the sound
of running water.��

Sam looked over at the
sinks.� �Oh crap.� Dean,� he pointed to the running
faucet.� �Looks like it decided now
would be a good time for a bath��

�No� no, no, NO!�� Dean slammed his hand down on the counter,
then lifted the gun and started shooting up into the duct wildly.� �You are NOT startin� this shit again, you
son of a bitch!��

�We have to destroy it, and
every one of the offspring it will create, now.� It won�t be able to move until the process is complete, but that
won�t take long,� Fai warned, looking around for something they could use.�

Sam looked to his right,
seeing nothing but counters, a grill, two stoves�� Dean!�� He gestured
toward the stoves.� �Gas ranges, ya
think�?� he asked with a smirk, one eyebrow raised.

�Nice�� Dean grinned back,
nodding quickly.� They moved toward one
of the stoves, grunting with the effort of moving it away from the wall.�

Fai�s dark eyes widened as he
realized what they were going to do.� �I
do like the way you two think,� he murmured, darting forward to help.�

Once the stove was pushed out
far enough, Dean leaned in behind it, finding the gas line and wrenching hard,
managing to break the line.� �Let�s
go!�� He slapped Sam�s arm and the three
of them made a beeline for the door, slamming it open with a loud bang before
they sprinted through the cafeteria.�
Dean fumbled in his pocket for matches or a lighter, eyes widening when
his fingers encountered another hole slashed in his clothing.� �Oh man��

Sam pulled out his own
lighter, then blinked in surprise as Fai handed him another beer bottle stuffed
with a rag.�

�I took one for the road,�
Fai said with a smile.�

�Good thinking,� Sam chuckled
and lit the rag, then rolled the bottle inside.� �Go, now!�� He raced down
the hall; the other two men close behind as he led them toward the main
entrance.�

They ran through the small
fires still burning, smoke stinging their eyes and burning their throats before
they made it outside, trying to put some distance between themselves and the
building.�

It seemed to be taking too
long to Sam, but finally the thunderous explosion lit up the parking lot, the
force of it so intense the roof over the cafeteria was destroyed, debris flying
up and raining down into the parking lot.�
Smaller explosions buckled walls and sent more fire and thick black
smoke into the darkened sky as flames shot out through smashed windows.� The shockwave knocked the three of them down
onto the pavement, Sam�s arms going around Dean instinctively as the older man
practically landed on top of him.�� They
watched the blaze in silence for several moments, until Sam felt Dean shaking
slightly.�

�What�s wrong?�� Sam looked up at older man, alarmed, only to
frown in confusion as he realized Dean was laughing.�

Dean threw back his head and
laughed harder, taking a moment to finally settle down enough to speak.� �Dude, we just lived every teenager�s
fantasy, blowing up the school!�� He
dropped his head to Sam�s chest and dissolved into laughter again.�

Fai and Sam stared at Dean
incredulously for a moment, then they started laughing as well, the tension and
stress draining from them now that the worst seemed to be over.�

Sam grinned and let his head
fall back, arms still around Dean as he ignored how their current position must
look to Fai.� He didn�t care at this
point, he was just happy they�d managed to have survived this fiasco.

Several moments later Fai
stopped laughing and looked around, remembering that there were a few people
missing from their celebration.� �I
don�t see the others anywhere,� he said quietly, closing his eyes.� They snapped open a moment later when
shouting was heard from around the other side of the building, and a familiar
mop of strawberry-blond curls poked up from behind a car.�

�There they are!�� Megan shouted, running over toward them,
Bandit clutched tightly in her arms.��
Tyler and Billy raced to catch up, their own Mogwai still safe and sound
as well.� �We thought you were still in
there, Billy said the Gremlins got you,� she glared at her brother, then kicked
him in the shin.�

�Ow!�� Billy howled, hopping on one foot.� �I said maybe!��

Tyler chuckled and shook his
head, watching his friends.� �I told you
they wouldn�t get �em that easily.��

The children�s parents helped
the three men to their feet, asking if they were alright, before looking back
at the ruined school.�

�So are they all gone?�� Tyler�s father asked quietly, looking up at
the flames still reaching up toward the sky.�

�Yes, they are,� Fai said,
looking down as Lucky�s head poked out of his jacket pocket.� �Now only one thing remains.�

�What�s that?� the three
children asked in unison, each holding their Mogwai a little tighter.�

�It is time for us to go
home,� Fai smiled faintly.� �I�m sorry,
I know you are attached to them, and they to you, but your society isn�t yet
ready for Mogwai.�� He looked back
toward the school, then walked forward.�
�Ah, I see it wasn�t destroyed after all,� Fai murmured, picking up the
ornate wooden box, frowning at the scorch marks and nicks in the wood.� �Oh well, it will have to do until I can get
you a new one, hm?�� He put Lucky
inside, then brought the box over, setting it on the ground gently.�

Megan looked down at Bandit,
tears running down her face as she said a quiet goodbye.� Then she stepped forward and placed him into
the box, running to her mother and hugging her around the waist as she
cried.��

Tyler and Billy both said
goodbye to Dell and Fuzzball.� Billy
kissed the top of Fuzzball�s head, then blushed at what he considered a rather
girly display.� Tyler knelt down and
patted Dell�s head gently, then he got to his feet and stepped back, waving as
Fai slowly closed the lid.�

Fai picked up the box gently
as he regarded the children.� �I think,
one day, you three may be ready for the Mogwai as well.� Until then, they�ll be waiting.�� He smiled and turned, starting to walk away,
the Mogwai calling out goodbyes to the children.�

�Hey, wait a minute, what
happens now?�� Billy�s father
asked.� �What do we tell the
police?�� As if on cue, sirens started
up in the distance.�

�Tell them to look at the gas
main, that should be an easy explanation for them, they�ll find little else to
explain what happened,� Fai called over his shoulder.

�Great, a gas main,� Billy�s
father groused, folding his arms.�
�Well, at least the insurance company would accept that.� It�s better than little green men,
right?��

�Hey, you want a ride
somewhere?�� Dean asked as he and Sam
caught up with Fai on their way to the Impala.�

�No, we will be fine,� Fai
smiled, then took out a brochure and stuck it in Dean�s pocket.� �Open that once you are on the outskirts of
town.� Thank you for your help.� Hopefully, if and when we meet again, it�s
under much more�pleasant circumstances.�
You can find me in Chinatown, in New York.� Goodbye, Sam,� he shook Sam�s hand, then reached out to Dean as
well.� �Goodbye, Dean.�� There was a chorus of �goodbye� from inside
the box as well.�

Sam and Dean both nodded and
said goodbye, to him and the Mogwai, then watched him walk away.

�Well, that certainly was
more exciting than any circus,� Sam quipped as they stowed their weapons safely
back in the trunk.

�Thrills, chills, blood,
guts, and lots of cool explosions,� Dean said, and patted Sam on the back as
the younger man chuckled. He got into the car and started the engine, then
sighed and leaned back in his seat.� �So
much for a night off, huh?��

�Yeah,� Sam smiled, shaking
his head as he leaned back as well.� �No
rest for the wicked, I guess.��

�Yeah, well, those wicked
were put to rest, thank God,� Dean looked back toward the burning building
before he pulled out and turned the car around.� �Hey, where�d he go?��

Both men looked around, but
saw no sign of Fai Wing anywhere.� They
glanced at each other with matching frowns, then pulled out of the parking lot,
heading for the outskirts of town.�

Once they were past the county
limits, Dean pulled the Impala over and turned on the interior light.� He pulled out the brochure Fai had placed in
his pocket.� �Bluebird Inn bed and
breakfast?�� He looked down as a slip of
paper fell into his lap.� �I took the
liberty of making reservations for you for the weekend, everything is taken
care of.� Consider it my thanks for your
help in dealing with a nasty little problem.�
Try and enjoy your time off for a change.� Fai Wing.��

He opened the brochure,
looking it over.� �Hey, this place looks
nice, it�s like a little honeymoon getaway spot or somethin�,� he murmured,
eyes widening as he remembered some of Fai�s comments, and the knowing looks
the other man had given them.� He shook
his head and dismissed the thought.�
�There�s even a map.�� Dean
looked over at Sam, blinking as he saw the shock written on the younger man�s
face.� �Sammy, what�s wrong?��

�Sam nodded his head toward the sign just ahead.� �Gas station, 3 miles, Bluebird inn, 4
miles��

Dean whipped his head around
and stared at the sign illuminated by the Impala�s headlights.� �No way!�
Now that�s just weird,� he said, looking from the brochure to the
sign.� �How�d he know we�d stop right
here, or even go this way?� I can
believe in little coincidences, but this is just gettin� downright
bizarre.��

They pulled back onto the
road again, Dean deciding at the last moment to stop at the gas station and get
cleaned up, saying he really didn�t want to show up at the bed and breakfast
covered in blood.� Sam cleaned and dressed
Dean�s wounds before helping him into a clean shirt, as his shoulder had
stiffened up pretty badly.

They arrived at the Inn 20
minutes later, looking as presentable as possible given all they�d just been
through.� The clerk, a perky little
blond with bright blue eyes smiled up at them as Sam and Dean approached the
desk, each of them carrying a duffel bag.�
�Hi there, can I help you?��

�Yeah, we�ve got a
reservation for the weekend,� Sam began, then paused, hesitant to give their
real names.�

�Right, I remember your
voice,� the clerk nodded, blushing slightly before she slid the register across
to them.� �Mr. Paige, and Mr. Plant,
right?��

�Right,� Sam said, brow
furrowed as Dean shot him a startled look, then he quickly recovered and graced
the clerk with his most charming smile.

They signed in and she handed
them a key.� �Cabin 103, that�s one of
our best, right by the beach, private, but still an easy walk to the patio for
breakfast in the morning.�� She blushed
again, a bit deeper as she looked up at them once more.� �Enjoy your night.��

Dean frowned, once again
finding himself with a few�odd thoughts as he watched her reactions.� He did his best to shrug it off as they
followed the trail down to their cabin.�
He looked around once Sam opened the door and flicked on the
lights.� �Oh man, check this out,� Dean
grinned as he stepped inside, noticing the overstuffed loveseat and chair, then
the large TV with a satellite receiver in the corner.�

�Wow, we don�t even need the
restaurant,� Sam said, looking over and noticing the small kitchenette complete
with a tiny breakfast nook, stove and fridge.�
�A quick trip to the store and we�d be completely self-sufficient for
the next two days, we can even have those home cooked meals you always complain
we never get.��

�Alright, but you�re wearin�
the apron, honey,� Dean snickered, looking around for the bedrooms, noticing
that beside the bathroom, there was only one door.� Please don�t tell me it�s bunk beds or some stupid thing like
that, he pleaded silently, opening the door.� �Oh crud, it�s worse,� he muttered, staring in at the king side
bed that dominated the small room.�

�Dean?� What�s wrong?�� Sam asked, nudging his way in and staring, wide-eyed, cheeks an
interesting shade of pink.� �One bed?� Oh come on�� He looked back out into the
living room.� �There�s no way either of
us will fit on that loveseat, what are we gonna do?��

Dean licked his lips,
realizing he�d read both Fai, and the clerk�s reactions properly.� Guess we�re a little easier to read than
I realized, he sighed, realizing it was time to stop moping over how he
felt, and do something about it.� He
glanced back at Sam, then chuckled softly, making a show of stripping off his
shirt.� �I guess we�ll have to share the
bed.�� He turned away to hide his grin
at the choked sounds that came from his brother.�

Sam just stared as Dean�s
shirt slid down off his shoulders, and the older man turned to give him a
cheeky grin.� His eyes darted down to
Dean�s bare chest and stomach, and Sam swore Dean flexed his pecs just a
little.� What the hell does he think
he�s doing? Sam wondered, blush darkening as he tore his gaze away.� He ducked his head slightly as he tried to
push away all the images that had run through his mind today, all of them coming
of course at the most inappropriate moments.�
He was also trying hard to forget the feelings and thoughts he�d had
after they�d destroyed the school, when Dean had seemed content to just sprawl
overtop of him in full view of everyone.

Dean�s smirk widened as he
watched Sam, wondering if Sam realized just how much he gave away with his
facial expressions.� He could see the
moment Sam decided to deny this�whatever it was happening between them, and
Dean decided that just wouldn�t do.�

�Dean moved closer, letting his bare chest brush against Sam�s as
he ran a hand over the younger man�s abdomen.�
He smiled as Sam shifted like a skittish colt, then Dean shouldered his
way past his brother and stepped into the bathroom.� �I�ll let you process that, while I take a shower.� I�m tired of smellin� like Gremlin
guts.��

It took Sam a moment to
recover from the intimate touches Dean had just initiated, but finally the
other man�s words penetrated the haze that had settled over his brain.� �Hey!��
Sam protested, realizing he hadn�t even gotten a change of clothes as
Dean had at the gas station.� �How come
you get dibs on the shower?� You already
got cleaned up!��

�Because I�m older,� Dean
answered with a smirk, winking at Sam before he turned and looked at the shower.� His eyes roamed over the large stall, taking
in the fact that there were two showerheads, one on each end.� �Whoa�you could fit three people in there,
or�one normal person, and one Sasquatch.� His smile turned wicked as Sam barged
in behind him, all kinds of ideas racing through his brain.�

�Don�t you even start with
that crap, Dean, there�s no way I�m-� Sam�s tirade ended abruptly when Dean
turned toward him and slowly, deliberately undid his belt buckle, then the
button fly of his jeans, revealing black boxer briefs.� Sam�s hazel eyes lowered to watch intently
as Dean stripped off the rest of his clothes, before he realized what he was
doing and forced himself to look back up at Dean�s face, his own cheeks
darkening.� �W�what are you doing?� He asked,
voice unsteady as he tried to ignore the fact that Dean was standing there,
naked, looking back at him with an expression that was downright predatory.

Dean chuckled, watching the
dark flush that crept over the younger man�s cheeks.� Just the reaction I was hoping for, he thought with a
leer. Maybe this idea isn�t so far-fetched after all.� �Well, I�m thinkin� if you can�t wait,
why don�t you join me?�� He asked, voice
low, a slight drawl creeping into it.�
�I need somebody to wash my back, and we got a few things to discuss,
anyway.�� He moved forward and grasped
Sam�s shirt, tugging the other man forward.�

�What?�� Sam squeaked articulately, eyes impossibly
wide.� He swallowed hard, feeling the
blood rushing south as Dean�s hand shot out, snapping the door shut behind
him.� Then those strong hands were
grasping his shirt, opening it so roughly that buttons flew, bouncing off the
wall, the sink, before hitting the floor.�
Sam was so stunned, both by Dean�s actions and the sharp spike of lust
that shot through him, that he could do little more than stand there as Dean
all but tore off first his button down, then his t-shirt.

�C�mon, Sammy,� Dean
murmured, leaning up and nipping sharply at Sam�s jaw as his fingers trailed
down over the younger man�s bare stomach, heading for his belt buckle.� �Quit bein� so damn slow on the
uptake.��

Sam parted his lips,
releasing a shuddering breath, before he looked down at Dean, steeling
himself.� �Yeah�� He leaned down quickly and captured Dean�s
lips in a shy, chaste kiss.�

Dean chuckled and reached up,
fisting a hand in Sam�s too-long hair before he pulled his brother�s head
closer.� He nipped at Sam�s bottom lip,
then swept his tongue along it, seeking entry.�
Dean breathed out a faint moan as the younger man opened his mouth
obediently.�

Sam groaned softly, letting
his brother control the kiss.� Then heat
flared low in his belly, and Sam batted away Dean�s hands, undoing his belt
buckle.� He undid the buttons on his
jeans, letting them drop to the floor, but before he could start on his briefs,
Dean�s fingers were there, nails raking gently over his skin.�� Sam shivered as Dean hooked his fingers
into his briefs and slowly pulled them down over his hips, the elastic
catching, then brushing over his hardened length making him gasp, eyes shut
tightly.�

Dean raised an eyebrow as he
got a good look at Sam.� Sure, they�d
inadvertently exposed themselves to each other in the past, undressing, after
showers, and a few other�awkward moments.�
But he was sure neither of them had ever really looked at each
other.� �Guess I can�t exactly call you
little now, huh?� He chuckled, then moaned as Sam�s large hands gripped the
sides of his face gently, before the younger man darted his head down for a
heated kiss.�

Soon they were both panting,
bodies arching, skin brushing against skin as they rubbed against each
other.� Finally Dean broke the kiss and
reached up, hands gripping Sam�s biceps as he steered the taller man into the
shower.� �Fire it up,� he murmured,
pointing to the taps.�

Sam shot his brother a shy
glance, then nodded and turned on the water.�
He glanced back over his shoulder; one eyebrow raised as Dean bent down
and grabbed his jeans, searching through the pockets.� �What are- Oh�� he trailed off, blushing as his brother withdrew
two small, foil-wrapped squares.� �You
don�t mean we�re actually gonna��

�Eventually yeah, that�s the
plan,� Dean smirked as he stepped into the shower stall.� He set the condoms on one of the shelves,
then stepped under the spray, hissing at the hot water that streamed down on
his back.� �Feels good,� he murmured,
turning around and letting the spray hit his chest as well.�

Sam watched as the rivulets
of water ran down his brother�s smooth skin and he couldn�t help but step forward,
his hand reaching out, fingertips tracing down the line of Dean�s spine.

Dean shot Sam a wolfish grin
over his shoulder, then spun around and gripped the other man�s waist.� He guided Sam over and pushed him against
the wall of the shower, chuckling as the younger man gasped and arched away
from the tiles, their chests brushing together.�

�Damnit,, Dean, that�s cold,�
Sam hissed, hazel eyes wide.� He gripped
Dean�s biceps tightly as he squirmed against the icy tiles, a shiver running
through his body.

�Easy,� Dean said softly,
pressing his body full length against Sam�s, his own eyes closing as his cock
brushed against Sam�s thigh.� �It�ll get
warm in here soon.��

Sam parted his lips to speak,
but the words trailed off into a moan when a strong, calloused, slick hand
wrapped around his length and started stroking.� He rocked his hips, head resting back against the tile while his
hands started roaming over Dean�s warm, wet skin.� After a few moments of tentative exploration Sam slid his hand
down, wrapping long fingers around Dean�s cock and stroking slowly.� At his brother�s soft moan Sam leaned down
and kissed him hungrily, nipping and sucking on those tempting full lips.

It took a few moments for
Dean to adjust to the sensations of hard muscle and sharp planes, where before
he had been used to soft curves and yielding flesh.� However, soon enough he was grinding against his brother, bucking
into his hand and kissing him back, panting loudly against Sam�s lips.

Sam rocked against Dean, lost
in sensation as his free hand slid down over the curve of his brother�s lower
back.� Suddenly Sam stiffened, eyes
opening as Dean gripped his leg and raised it, hooking over his hip, urging Sam
to wrap it around his waist.� He pulled
his head back, breaking the kiss as he gazed down at Dean, one eyebrow raised,
an amused smile on his lips.� �What
makes you think I�m going to be the bottom?��

Dean looked up at him, a
flash of uncertainty in his emerald eyes, before he smirked and pinched Sam�s
ass.� �Cause you�re always such a girl,�
he teased, then gave Sam�s cock a gentle squeeze, drawing a gasp from the
younger man.� He looked down over Sam�s
chest and stomach, to where their hips nearly touched, then met his brother�s
gaze.� �Guess this would be more comfortable
in the bedroom, huh?��

Sam chuckled and leaned down,
resting his forehead against Dean�s as he gazed down to where their hips
met.� He frowned for a moment, and
tightened his leg around Dean�s hips.� If
I just tilt my hips like this, and Dean bends his knees a little� He
thought with a smirk and shook his head.�
�No, this�ll work,� he murmured, pressing his lips to Dean�s in a gentle
kiss as he reached out one long arm, snagging a condom off the shampoo shelf.

�You sure?� Dean muttered,
then groaned as Sam continued to stroke his cock with his free hand.� He looked up, biting his own lower lip and
watching intently as Sam gripped the corner of the foil with his teeth, tearing
it open and smiling wickedly at Dean.�

�Trust me,� Sam said softly,
reaching down and rolling the condom over Dean�s length.� He then brought his hand up sucked two
fingers into his mouth, coating them saliva before he reached down behind
himself.�

Dean watched with widened
green eyes as Sam�s hand trailed down, and the brief tensing of Sam�s body told
Dean exactly what he was doing.� �Where
the hell�d you learn all this?� He growled, feeling a brief flash of jealousy
at the realization that Sam had more experience than he thought.�

Sam chuckled, gazing down at
Dean with heavy-lidded eyes darkened with desire.� �Well, I did go to college, remember?�� Then he closed his eyes, teeth bared slightly as he pushed a
second finger in, scissoring them and stroking in and out slowly.�

Dean�s eyebrows shot up.� �Do I even want to know what that
means?��

�Probably not,� Sam
snickered, before he splayed one large hand over the back of his brother�s head
and pulled him forward into a demanding kiss.�
He closed his eyes, groaning as the kiss became almost harsh, teeth clicking,
tongues brushing, then pressing and slip-sliding against each other as they
briefly battled for control.�

Dean slid both arms around
Sam�s waist, one hand gripping his rear as Dean rocked his hips, both men
shuddering as their cocks brushed together.�
He nipped at Sam�s lips, growling softly when fingers brushed against
the head of his length, before Sam tilted his hips, guiding him forward.�

�Bend your knees, just a
little,� Sam murmured against his lips, then shuddered as the head of Dean�s
cock pressed against his entrance.�
�Right there�yeah��

�Ready?� Dean rasped, voice
sounding raw as he pressed his face against the side of Sam�s neck.�

�Yeah, do it,� Sam nodded,
then swallowed hard, eyes tightly closed as he wound both arms around Dean�s
shoulders, leg still hooked over the other man�s hips.� His head jerked back, a keening sound torn
from his throat as he felt pressure, then the stretch and burn of Dean�s cock
slowly pushing into him.�

Dean bit back a whimper as he
found himself engulfed in tight heat, Sam�s muscles gripping him snugly, the
sensations making his knees weaken for a moment.� �Okay?� He managed to speak after a few shuddering breaths, hands
sliding down to cup Sam�s ass.

�Yeah,� Sam bit out, eyes
closed, teeth bared slightly as he kept his arms wrapped tightly around Dean�s
shoulders.� �Just�hold on,� he breathed,
resting his cheek against his brother�s hair.�
Sam could feel the tension thrumming through Dean�s body, and knew the
other man wanted to move.� He bit his
lip, then tilted his hips slightly, eyes snapping open as the change in angle
delivered a spike of pleasure, pulling a soft, startled moan from him.�

�Sammy?� Dean whispered,
hearing the change in the younger man�s voice.�

�Move,� Sam said softly,
tilting his head and nuzzling the side of Dean�s face.�

Dean nodded and started to
move with slow, shallow thrusts.� He
pressed a line of open-mouthed kisses along the side of Sam�s jaw, shuddering
as Sam tilted his hips again, drawing him deeper.�

Sam rolled his hips again,
cursing under his breath at the pleasure that shot through him.� �More,� he whispered, wanting Dean to go
deeper, harder.� He sensed his brother�s
hesitation, heard the intake of breath as Dean made to protest, and he bit down
on Dean�s earlobe.� �Dean!� He growled,
bucking his hips and using his leg to draw Dean closer.� He cried out as Dean snarled, then strong
hands moved to Sam�s hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises as Dean gave a
muffled curse and jerked his hips forward, thrusting up roughly.�

They arched and writhed
against each other, hips bucking, hands seeking purchase on slick skin.� Moans and murmurs changed to cries of each
other�s name, and growled out demands and expletives as their pace became more
frantic.

Sam shuddered, a long,
drawn-out moan spilling from his lips as Dean pressed him back firmly against
the wall, trapping his cock between their shifting bodies.� He could feel his climax fast approaching,
muscles tensing as pleasure coiled inside him.�
He closed his eyes tightly, pressing his forehead to Dean�s as both of
them panted, their breathing loud, overtaking the sound of the shower
spray.� Sam�s hair was damp with a
combination of sweat and water, curly strands sticking to his forehead and
flushed cheeks, muscles straining as he tried to match Dean�s rhythm.� �M�close,� he managed, lips brushing against
his brother�s ear as he clung to the other man.��

�Yeah, c�mon� Sammy!� Dean
shivered, his brother�s name forced out through gritted teeth as his hips
snapped forward.� He slid one arm around
Sam�s waist, the other hand moving up to cup the back of his brother�s head as
Dean tilted his head up for a wet, messy kiss.�

Sam came with a hoarse cry,
the sound muffled by Dean�s lips, legs trembling as he clung to his brother�s
shoulders.� He shivered, feeling Dean�s
arms tightening around his waist.

Dean closed his eyes and
grunted as he felt Sam�s muscles tightening around him.� His climax hit hard and fast, tearing a
guttural cry from his lips as he gave several more rough thrusts, his own legs
growing weak as he panted harshly. He held Sam close, still kissing him and
enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure, before he slowly pulled out of him and
broke the kiss, resting his cheek against Sam�s shoulder.

They managed to stand for a
few moments, just long enough for Dean to remove the condom and toss it aside,
then together they slid down the shower wall, Dean ending up on his knees,
while Sam�s long legs were splayed awkwardly around them, one still wrapped
loosely around Dean.� With a wince Sam
managed to straighten his legs a bit, and he let his head fall back, resting
against the tiles.�

�Now I say we move this to
the bedroom,� Dean murmured, smiling faintly at Sam�s breathless laugh.�

After a few moments to rest,
coupled with the realization that the water was starting to turn cold, they got
to their feet and turned it off.� They
toweled themselves off quickly, and then Sam snagged the other condom sitting
on the shelf.�

�Planning for round two?�
Dean smirked, allowing his brother to grab him by the arm and guide him toward
the bedroom.�

�Yeah, and speaking of which,
I call dibs on top position this time,� Sam smirked, slanting a look at his
brother.�

�I call it on round three,�
Dean smirked back, then raised an eyebrow when Sam paused and frowned, looking
at the condom in his hand.� �What?� I still got half a box tucked away in my
duffle bag,� he grinned.��

It was a good thing Fai got
them a private cabin, or else nobody at the Inn would have gotten any sleep that
night.�

The end.�

Well holy crap <<.� I intended this to be a short little gem, G
rated, and instead it turns into a 15k monster (XD pun intended) with a wincest
ending *LOL*.� For those wondering about
the position I chose for the shower scene, I refer you to this;
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y182/Johnnyjosh/CA-WST-05-002-1.jpg
�and this;
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y182/Johnnyjosh/AcklesPadalecki2_119_SM_SS.jpg
�look at the way Dean could just�slide on in there when Sam raises
his leg XDD.�
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed
reading as much as I enjoyed writing!�
Feedback is <3
JJ
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Gremlins vs Team Winchester

The Gremlins vs Team Winchester 2/2

Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, a few OC�s thrown in for plot.