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The Gremlins vs Team Winchester

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?
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this fic, made by me;
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A sleepy little town
somewhere in the southern U.S. �

�Come on, chickenshit!� Billy
grinned at his best friend Tyler, nodding his head toward one of the circus
tents.� �Let�s check it out, Matty said
he heard weird sounds comin� from inside.��

�I�m telling mom you cussed,�
Billy�s little sister Megan piped up, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing as
she hopped from one foot to the other, slowly making her way around the two
boys in a circular game of hopscotch.

�You hush up, Meg!� Billy
growled, lips pursed as he glared at her.�

�Whatcha gonna do if I
don�t?�� she asked saucily, pausing to
bend forward and stick her tongue out at him.�

�I�ll�I won�t let you come
with us, that�s what,� he answered smartly, reaching out to tug on his sister�s
hair, eliciting a squeal of protest.�
�I�ll make you stay with old Charlie, tell him Tyler and me are going to
the bathroom, and we�ll go explore that tent by ourselves.��

Megan stomped her foot, the
dusty black mary jane she wore making a loud thump on the dry ground.� �You can�t do that!� I�m going too!�

�I don�t know,� Tyler said,
scuffing his sneaker along the ground as he looked down at his feet.� �It�s dark, means it�s not part of the show,
right?� I don�t think we�re supposed to
go in there.��

Billy sighed and rolled his
eyes.� �Would you just come on
already?� I wanna see what�s in
there.� Matty said it sounded like some
kinda animal, but the noises it was makin�, it was almost like the thing was
singing.��

Tyler balked, leaning back
when Billy latched onto his wrist and tugged, but the skinny, shy brunette was
helpless when Megan joined in, the two red-haired children yanking him forward
toward the gloomy looking tent.�

The three children managed to
sneak inside without too much trouble, and hunched down behind a large trunk,
their breathing loud in the darkness as they let their eyes adjust.� All three of them gasped when a soft sound
came from the far corner of the tent.�

�Hey, that does sound like
singing!�� Billy whispered loudly,
standing up and taking a step forward, only to trip over something and end up
sprawled face-first on the ground.�

Megan giggled softly and,
staying hunched down, she all but crawled past her brother, gingerly making her
way forward.� �Boogerhead,� she
whispered as she passed by.� She looked
up and spotted the small cage set on top of another large trunk, something
small, white and furry moving around inside.�

Tyler sighed heavily and moved out from behind the trunk,
helping his friend to his feet.� �I
still think we should just clear outta here,� he said quietly.� �We could get in a lot of trouble.��

�Quit being such a chicken!�
Billy hissed, moving toward the cage, mind you a bit more carefully this
time.� �I wanna see what it is.��

�Well I don�t, if it�s not
out with the other animals in the show, maybe there�s a reason.� What if it�s sick, or just plain
vicious?�� Tyler protested, hanging
back, fingers toying with the hem of his t-shirt as he watched his friends
approaching the cage.�

Megan stopped dead at those
words, looking back at Tyler.� �Like
rabies sick?� she asked, her blue-green eyes wide as she slowly got to her
feet, staring at the cage warily. �

Billy snorted as he
approached the cage boldly, pulling out a penlight and shining it in the
cage.� �Nah, I bet it�s just somebody�s
pet, that�s why it�s not out there with all the other cool animals.�� He blinked when the creature let out a
whimper and darted to the corner of the cage, crying out piteously.�

Megan�s jaw dropped and she
moved forward, head tilted.� �What�d it
just say?��

Tyler moved forward quickly,
able to make out the hazards thanks to the dim light.� �I think it said bright light.� He reached out and grasped the
other boy�s wrist.� �Billy, turn that
off for a sec.��

Billy was quick to comply,
and as soon as the light was gone, the creature made a tiny sound of relief,
before it turned around and moved back to face the three curious children.�

�Aw, it�s so cute, look at
those big ears, and those eyes!�� Megan
squealed, grinning as she lifted one hand and tried to pet it through the
bars.� She giggled as the creature�s
tiny hands gripped the bars and it tilted its head, leaning into the soft
petting.� �You gonna sing again?� she
asked, then hummed softly, trying to mimic the tune it had been singing
earlier.

After a moment or two, the
creature looked up at her and began to sing softly.��

�It�is singing,� Tyler
murmured, moving forward and poking his own fingers through the bars, running
his fingertips down the edge of one of its ears lightly.�

�Hey, let me see it
too!�� Billy said, reaching out with his
own hand, accidentally knocking over a mug carelessly left beside the cage, the
cold coffee inside spilling out, some of it landing on the creature�s
chest.�

All three of them jumped back
and looked on fearfully as the creature dropped onto its back, shrieking in
pain as it writhed and flailed its tiny limbs.�
The fur on its chest bulged ominously, as the creature let out a
bone-chilling cry.�

�Billy, what did you do to
it?�� Megan wailed, tears streaming down
her face as she watched the creature�s struggles.�

�I didn�t do nothin�!�� Billy cried, stepping back quickly. His hand
tightened on the penlight and he turned it on again, shining it toward the cage
once more.

�Whatever was in that cup
must have hurt it,� Tyler said, grasping onto Megan as she tried to run back to
the cage.� �Wait��

There was an odd popping
sound, and suddenly four small, fuzzy balls just tiny enough to pass through
the bars of the cage flew into the air, landing on the ground in front of the
trunk and rolling forward, stopping near the children�s feet.�

�Ew!� Megan shrieked and
turned to bury her face in Tyler�s chest, the brunette staring down in shock at
the tiny balls of fluff.�

Billy knelt down, poking one
with the penlight.� It shied away from
the light, twitching and� �Holy shit, they�re growing!� he exclaimed, picking
one up and watching it, laughing as it seemed to grow heavier in his palm with
each passing second.�

�Billy!�� Tyler hissed, stepping back and tugging
Megan with him.� �Don�t touch it!��

Billy ignored them,
continuing to watch as the ball of fluff in his hand continued to grow.� Soon he had to set the penlight down to hold
it in both hands, realizing only when it started to take shape what was
happening.� �Hey�hey you guys, look!� It�s�they�re more of that thing!�� He held up the new creature, a triumphant
smile on his face.� �They�re all turning
into the same thing.��

Tyler just stared at it,
stunned into silence.�

Megan pulled away from Tyler
and looked at the creature clutched in her brother�s hands.� Then she squealed and clapped, a bright
smile lighting up her face.� �Let me
see!�� She pouted when Billy snatched it
away.�

�Get your own, there�s three
more!�� he pointed to the ones that had
just finished taking shape on the ground, the one he now considered his held
close to his chest.� �Come on, Tyler,
there�s one for all of us, and Matty too! I bet he goes apeshit when he sees
�em!��

�Pottymouth,� Megan
admonished, blowing a raspberry when Billy stuck his tongue out at her.

Tyler smiled faintly,
watching as Megan knelt down and started petting the other three, immediately
taking a liking to one with a raccoon-like stripe across its eyes.�

His gaze moved to the
remaining two, and he winced when the bigger one with a white and black mottled
stripe running from the top of its head down its back growled and walloped the
smaller one on the head, making it cringe and cower.� �I guess I know which one�s mine,� he sighed, picking up the
smaller creature, then grinning when it snuggled into his arms for protection
with an indignant huff, glaring down at the striped one.� �Oh yeah, I definitely like you,� he
chuckled.�

�Matty�s gonna love that
one,� Billy said, reaching toward the striped one, only to pull his hand back
with a yelp when it lashed out, trying to bite and claw him.� �Son-of-a-bitch!� That thing�s nasty!��

Tyler frowned and looked the
creature over.� It seemed very different
from the others, bigger, and definitely meaner (and he would swear, later, that
he knew from the start there was something not quite right about it).� �I don�t know, I think we should leave that
one here,� he said, getting to his feet quickly when the striped one glared at
him.

�Aw, you know how Matty is,
he�s got a way with animals.� If anybody
can spoil it rotten and bring it around, it�ll be Matty.� Come on, big guy,� Billy tried to coax the
creature closer.� �Got a buddy that�d
just love to meet you, treat you real well, nice place to live, lots of toys,
good food��

At the mention of food, the
creature turned and seemed to give Billy an appraising look, before it padded
forward and allowed itself to be picked up, baring its teeth at the smaller
creature in Billy�s other arm.�

�Hey, now, none of that,�
Billy chided, grinning as he looked over at his sister and best friend.� �Come on, let�s-�

�Hey, what�s going on in
here?�� A flashlight was suddenly shone
on them, and all three children screamed and ran for the back exit, the man
that had yelled at them cursing as he tripped and fell down hard.� �Damn kids!�� he shouted, slowly getting up and walking over to the cage.� �Well, at least you�re alright,� he
murmured, smiling faintly as he reached in to pet the creature.� �Hey, buddy, what�s wrong?� he asked,
noticing the sad expression on its face.�

~~oOo~~�

Matty looked up as a pebble
was tossed at his window, and he cast a glance over his shoulder toward the
door before sneaking over to it, looking down.�
�Hey,� he grinned, carefully sliding open the window, trying not to make
any noise.� �What are you guys doing
here?�� He tried to keep his voice down,
not wanting to alert his parents, for fear they might add another week to his
grounding after running off his visitors.�

�Come down, we got somethin�
for you!�� Billy grinned up at him, the
creatures safely concealed under his jacket, one on each side to keep them from
fighting.�

�Can�t it wait?� I�m almost off grounding!� I�ll come see it tomorrow before we go to
the circus!�� Matty said, jumping as he
thought he heard a stair creak.�

Billy rolled his eyes,
handing his own creature over to Tyler.�
�Here, hold him a sec, I guess I�m gonna have to take it up to the big
wuss.�

��Billy, be careful!�� Megan
hissed, holding both her and Billy�s bikes as best she could, watching as he
started to climb up the trellis, using it as a ladder and hoisting himself in
through the open window with Matty�s help.�

�You�re nuts!�� Matty said, glaring at him.� �You�re gonna get me in trouble, you
doofus!��

�Hey, s�that any way to talk
to your best bud, when he just brought ya a new pet?�� Billy smirked, pulling the striped creature out from his jacket
and presenting it to the other boy.�

�What...is that?�� Matty stared at it in shock, then
tentatively reached out, picking it up gently and bringing it closer.�

�Dunno, we found one at the
circus, in a tent, and�� Billy
scratched his head.� �I don�t know how,
but it spat out these fuzzballs, that turned into more like it.��

�Say what?�� Matty looked at him, clearly
disbelieving.� Then he glanced down at
the creature, blinking as it smiled up at him.�

�Foo..ood?� it rasped, in a
surprisingly deep voice.�

Matty was so shocked he
nearly dropped it.� �Whoa, it can
talk?��

�Yeah, isn�t that cool?�� Billy grinned, bouncing on the balls of his
feet, looking very pleased with himself at his friend�s reactions.� His smile faded when he heard a female voice
moving closer.� �Shit, that�s your mom,
I better go!��

Matty helped Billy climb out,
then hid the creature under his blanket, pasting a smile on his face just as
the door to his room swung open.� �Yeah,
Mom?��

�You�d better get to that
bath, young man, it�s nearly nine-thirty,� she said, tilting her head.� �I told you that a half hour ago, now hop to
it.��

�Okay, I will,� he nodded,
waiting for her to close the door before he pulled back the blanket again.� �Lucky for you I always keep a secret
stash,� Matty said, walking over to his desk and pulling open a drawer.� �You don�t look like much of a meat eater,�
he said, tossing some hot rods onto the desk, then pulling out an apple.� �How about this?��

The creature shook its head,
jumping from the bed to the desk and snatching up a hot rod, sniffing the
package before it tried to bite it open.�

�O�kay, I guess I was
wrong.� Here, let me do tha-Hey!�� he yelped when the creature nipped his
fingers, then managed to tear open the package, all but wolfing the hot rod
down.� �Hm, guess you were really
hungry,� he murmured, opening the second and frowning when it was snatched out
of his hand and devoured.� �I think
somebody needs to learn some manners.��
He watched it for a moment, tilting his head in thought.� �I guess I gotta pick out a name for you,
huh?�� He wrinkled his nose, studying it
for a moment, noting that except for the bit of black mixed into the long strip
of fur running down its back, the creature was completely white.� �How about�Stripes?��

The creature looked around
for more, ears drooping when it realized there was no more meat.� It glanced up at Matty and cocked its head
to one side.� �Strrriiipes.��

�Cool,� he grinned.� �Alright, you stay in here, and be quiet,
okay?� I�m gonna go take my bath before
I really get in trouble,� Matty said, giving it a light pat on the head.� �Be good.��
He blinked as the creature suddenly latched onto him, gazing up with a
strange smile.�

�Baath�� it said, tilting its
head and blinking its eyes slowly.�

�You wanna take a bath with
me, boy?� Okay!�� Marty beamed, picking the creature up gently
before he moved to the door.� He peeked
out into the hallway, making sure his parents were downstairs before he slipped
out and made his way quickly into the bathroom.�

The creature growled and
tried to burrow into the clean clothes Matty had picked up on the way,
protesting at all the light.� �Okay,
okay, easy boy,� he said quietly, before he shut off the hall light.�� He darted into the bathroom and turned off
the main light, then closed the door, grateful for the small plug-in air
fresheners with built-in nightlights his mother had become so fond of
lately.� Once inside he sighed in
relief, then glanced at the tub, which had already been filled with water.� �Okay, let�s get you over to the
count-Hey!�� he cried, as Stripes
snarled and leapt from his arms, landing in the water.� �What�what�s goin� on?�� Matty backed up against the door, eyes wide
as he stared at the tub, watching helplessly as the water started to hiss and
bubble wildly.� Smoke soon filled the
air, and the room was suddenly lit up by an eerie glow.�

~~oOo~~
Several miles north�

Dean slumped back against the
wall, shooting a relieved smile at his brother when Sam slowly sat up, rubbing
the back of his head.�

�Gah, Dean, you could have
shot that thing a lot sooner, you know��
Sam grumbled, giving the older man a reproachful glare.�

�Yeah, but you two seemed to
be having such an intimate moment, didn�t want to ruin it,� Dean snickered,
walking over and holding out his hand, helping Sam to his feet.� �Besides, we needed to spring the trap first
to weaken it, otherwise we wouldn�t have got the job done, again,� he muttered,
voice dropping, green eyes narrowed.�

Sam sighed, knowing Dean
still felt bad that they�d failed and let this particular entity go on to kill
another family.� �Hey,� he said quietly,
setting a hand on Dean�s shoulder and squeezing gently.� �We got it, it�s done.�

Dean nodded and looked down,
for the first time noticing his dirty, bloodstained and torn clothing.� �Let�s get outta here, I need a shower, a
beer and some pay-per-view TV,� he quipped, smiling at Sam�s soft laugh.� �I also need a day off, hey,� he raised a
finger and grinned at his brother.� �Maybe
we can go check out that circus just south of here, it�s only a half hour�s
drive to the next town.� I know you�d
love to see the clowns,� he teased.

�Shut up,� Sam scowled when
Dean threw back his head and laughed.�
�Jerk.��

�Alright, bitch, clowns it
is.��

~~oOo~~

�Okay, Matty�s done his
week�s grounding tomorrow, his Mom already said he could go to the circus with
us after supper,� Billy said as the three of them paused at the edge of the
drive leading to Tyler�s house.� �But
the three of us can go hang out at the old Barnaby place after lunch,� Billy
pointed to his right at a dilapidated old barn just down the road, barely
visible in the moonlight.��

�See what we can figure out
about these things,� Tyler said quietly, glancing down at the creature held in
the crook of his arm.�

�Till then, be careful,�
Billy glanced at the other boy.� �We
gotta keep these things secret.�

�Duh, I know that,� Tyler
said, sounding exasperated as he frowned at Billy.� �Come on, Dell, let�s go show you your new home, huh buddy?��

Billy snorted and shook his
head.� �Dell?� What kinda name is that?��

Tyler blushed, unwilling to
admit that the first thing that came to mind had been the brand of his computer
when wracking his brain for a name.�
�Shut up, it�s better than Fuzzball.��

Megan giggled at hearing her
brother�s name choice again.� �Fuzzball
is kinda silly.��

�Yeah?� Well what kinda name is Bandit?�� Billy asked, whirling around and scowling at
his little sister.

�Aw, don�t listen to him,�
Megan cooed, grinning as the furry creature in her arms snuggled up to
her.� �He�s just jealous that the good
names got taken.� She traced a finger along the black stripe across the
creature�s eyes, then held it closer.��

�Yeah, whatever,� Billy
rolled his eyes before he waved to Tyler.�
�See ya!� Come on, brat, let�s go
home before Mom and Dad ground us too.��

~~oOo~~
Late afternoon the following
day�

Dean slowed down the Impala
as they approached a house surrounded by fire trucks, ambulances, and
police.� �What the hell?� he asked,
narrowing his eyes as he saw one blood-smeared body bag being carried out of
the still-smoking house.� He glanced
over to one of the ambulances, noticing a hysterical woman with torn, bloodied
clothing pointing to the house, sobbing and nearly shouting out an
explanation.� The two officers
questioning her shared a strange look, one Dean recognized immediately.� It was the look of skepticism.� �Come on, we�re gonna check this out,� he
said, coasting past the driveway and parking the Impala out of sight.�

�What?�� Sam shot Dean a startled look.� �Dean, why?�� He got out and sighed, watching his brother rummaging around in
the trunk, looking for one of his fake I.D.�s.�

�Just a feeling, Sammy,� Dean
said, glancing over at the younger man.�
�A house fire, sure, I can understand that, but why would you get a
corpse so bloody, the body bag was covered in it?� Not to mention that woman was banged up pretty bad.�� He closed the trunk and tossed Sam a fake
badge as well.� �Somethin� weird
happened in there, because whatever she�s telling the cops, I can see they�re
not buyin� it.��

�Alright, let�s check it
out,� Sam nodded, falling in step beside Dean as they approached the
scene.�

�Hey!�� A burly, balding cop snapped, striding
toward them.� He glared at them
suspiciously as the handful of people already gathered in the drive to gawk
gave them curious glances.� �You two
can�t just waltz past that tape, who do you think you are?�� He tilted his head, thumbs hooked in his
belt.� �You boys aren�t from around
here, mind if I ask exactly who you are and what your business is here?��

�Whoa, easy there, big
fella,� Dean plastered an amiable grin onto his face, holding up his
badge.� �Just came to town for the
circus, couldn�t help but notice all the commotion.� We were just wondering what�s up, that�s all.��

�Nothin� to see here,� the
man said sourly, giving them a once over before dismissing them as city cops
being nosey on their way through.� �Just
a woman hysterical and talkin� crazy after losin� her boy and her husband in a
house fire.�� He glanced over as the
woman�s voice rose again.� �She ran all
the way into town, screaming about rats and lizards.� Said they cut the phone and power, then started tryin� to kill
them all.��

�First there were�they were
like rats, giant white rats!� she shrieked, looking from the paramedics to the
two cops questioning her.� �They swarmed
through the house and ate everything they could!� We stayed up all night, trying to find where they went.� Then�then came the lizards�they killed Matty
when�he tried to go into the basement, then they came after me and Harold!� They just came up from the basement, like a
swarm of angry bees, they were everywhere!�
Dozens, hundreds of them, all over, in the cupboards, the counters, on
the floor, hanging from the lights�� She started to sob harder, burying her
face in her hands.� �They destroyed
everything�they killed Harold, and my little boy��

Sam looked over at her with a
sympathetic expression.� He would love
to question her, but this cop already looked a little defensive, clearly not
liking the idea of �police� from another area sticking their nose in where it
didn�t belong.�

Dean looked up at Sam, then
glanced over and noticed a fireman quickly exiting the house, making his way to
the Sheriff.� He tilted his head, trying
to hear what they were saying.�

�It�s weird, holes in the
walls everywhere, dozens of �em, like something had been hidin� inside and just
busted out.� Then there�s the wires,
they�re all chewed up, torn right out of the walls,� the fireman said, pulling
off his glove and scrubbing one hand through his hair, looking frustrated and
more than a little disturbed.�

�Are you saying,� the Sheriff
glanced over at the hysterical woman.�
�That it really was animals of some kind?��

�I don�t know what it
was.� Could have been, I guess, but
there�d have to have been one hell of a pile of �em, and big suckers, too,� the
fireman answered with a sigh.� �But that�s
not the weirdest thing, you gotta come in and see what they left behind.��

The cop noticed Dean staring,
and turned to listen as well.� �Aw shit,
I hate rats,� the man grumbled, suddenly looking around his feet
nervously.�

Sam and Dean shared a knowing
look, then Sam clapped a hand onto his brother�s shoulder.� �Well, this seems like a job for animal
control, I guess we�ll be getting to that circus now.��

Dean nodded, letting Sam lead
him away.� �Dude, rats and lizards
swarming a house, trashing everything and killing everyone inside?� I told you there was something goin� on!� he
whispered, glancing back at the woman. �What do you think?� Mutant killer animals, gotta be some kind of
demon pest infestation, right?��

�I guess, unless there�s some
secret radioactive waste dump or nuclear testing site around here,� Sam
shrugged, then shook his head as they walked away.� �It�s just�bizarre though.�
What kind of demon sends hordes of giant rats and lizards to kill
people?��

Dean smirked as they
approached the Impala.� �The kind that
we hunt down, and inflict as much pain on as humanly possible, before poppin� a
cap in its ass,� he answered, pulling open the driver�s side door.� �We�ll go check out the circus first,� he
said, catching the look Sam gave him.�
�No, it�s not just to watch you freak out over the clowns, although that
is funny.�� Dean snickered.� �Let�s face it, it�s not as if trouble�s
never blown into town with one of those before, right?� We can check out the house later, after
things die down a bit.� I would have
tried to bluff my way in, but I didn�t want that cop looking at us too
closely.� He was already getting
suspicious.��

Sam nodded slowly, and then
he looked over at Dean, one eyebrow raised.�
�Pop a cap in its ass, huh?�� Sam
asked, choosing to ignore the clown comment.�
�You know, sometimes I worry about the amount of enjoyment you get out
of this job.�� He opened his own door
and got into the car, glancing over as Dean laughed.�

�Come on, Sammy,� Dean
grinned, starting up the car and revving the engine.� �Even I know how important it is to have a good sense of job
satisfaction.��

Sam slanted a look at the
older man, lips parted, one eyebrow raised.�
�I really hate it when you get into these moods,� he said quietly, but
one corner of his lips quirked up in the faintest ghost of a smile.�

�What mood is that?�� Dean asked, tilting his head up and managing
to look mildly offended.�

�The �Oh, yay!� I get to go kill, maim and destroy things!�
mood,� Sam deadpanned, folding his arms over his chest.�

�You know, it wouldn�t kill you
to try and enjoy your work once in awhile, take a little pleasure from it,�
Dean grumbled, not noticing the three children sitting on bicycles, watching
the scene from across the road.�

�Yeah, well, you get enough
pleasure out of things for the both of us, like that waitress from the diner
last night,� Sam pulled a face.� �I
spent two hours sitting in the car while you�well I don�t even want to think
about it.�� He shuddered, remembering
the last time he�d walked in on Dean engaged in�intimate activities.� Much to his chagrin it had happened a grand
total of 3 times, just this year, far too often in his opinion.� It had left him with some�disturbing
thoughts.�

�Hey, she said that cute
little number in the kitchen wouldn�t mind goin� a few rounds with you, we
could have made it a foursome,� Dean snickered at the disgusted sound Sam
made.� �God, you�re such a prude,
Sammy!��

Sam sneered, turning his head
and looking out the window, trying to ignore the images that had popped into
his mind at Dean�s words.� He so did NOT
want to think about foursomes with his brother.� He shouldn�t be thinking about foursomes with his brother!

Dean merely sat back and
smirked, enjoying the younger man�s discomfort.� He didn�t know why Sam got so worked up whenever he mentioned
sex, but Dean did know he enjoyed watching Sam blush and squirm.�

After a few moments spent
trying to get those images out of his head, Sam frowned and studied the three
children that were staring at the house, obviously upset.� Must be friends of the kid that lived
here, he thought, feeling badly for them.�
His gaze fell to the pink backpack clutched in the little girl�s arms,
and Sam�s blood ran cold when the flap lifted, an oddly shaped head poking out.� He had just enough time to note a large,
triangular, membranous ear, one large eye and white fur before it ducked back
into the pack, the flap falling closed once more.� �Oh shit�Dean!� Sam said, sitting up straighter in his seat,
staring at the girl.
�
Dean jumped and looked over
at Sam, green eyes widened slightly.�
�What?��

�That girl, she�s got one of
them hiding in her backpack!� It looked
like what the woman saw, some kind of giant rat.� We�ve got to get it away from her.� He grimaced, remembering
where they were.� �Great, we can�t just
take it with all these people around��

�How�d the thing manage to
sneak into that bag without anybody seeing it?�
I mean, you�d think someone would notice a butt-ugly mutant tryin� to
sneak up on them, right?�� Dean tapped
his fingertips on the steering wheel, watching the children.�

�I don�t think they had to
sneak,� Sam murmured.� He felt a wave of
disgust wash over him as he watched the girl hold the pack close to her chest,
petting at the bag absently as she stared at the house.� �She knows it�s there, and look at the other
two, they�ve got backpacks, too.��

�Aw man, are you freakin�
kidding me?�� Dean cried, brow furrowed
as he hunched forward.� �These kids are
keepin� the things as pets?�� He looked
over at Sam, realization dawning.�

�Of course, they start out fluffy and cute, worm their way
in as pets.� The kids obviously keep
them a secret from their parents,� Sam began.�

�And once they�ve settled in,
the rest of the family drops by for a party.�
Then things get ugly, literally,� Dean finished.�

Sam nodded slowly.� �And these kids are next, unless we get
those things away from them.��

�They might still end up
dead, unless we can find out where the damn things are nesting,� Dean sighed,
pulling onto the road.

�Wait, where are we going?�� Sam asked, as Dean started to drive away
slowly.� �We need to keep an eye on
them.��

�First thing to do is figure
out where they live.�� The older man
pointed over at the side of the road to three sets of fresh bike tracks.� �They came in from this way.� I doubt they�re going too far after finding
out about their friend.�

Sam nodded slowly.� �Good point.��

They followed the bike tracks
further down the road, until one set of tracks turned off.� They noted the house, and then drove on,
stopping when the other two sets of tracks turned in to a driveway as
well.�

�Okay, mission one,
complete,� Dean sat back and looked toward the quaint farmhouse, lips pursed
slightly.� �Why�s it always these
places?��

�Huh?�� Sam glanced over at his brother, a puzzled
frown on his face.�

�Nothing,� Dean said, shaking
his head.� When Sam continued to stare
at him silently, he sighed.� �Just seems
like these nice, quiet little towns always get the worst of it.� I mean, people want to live in places like
this for the peace and quiet, because they can feel safe here, and look what
happens.��

Sam shrugged and looked
down.� �Demons like causing chaos, we
both know that.� Wherever they can get
the best shock value is where they�ll want to be, which means places like this,
unfortunately.��

Dean nodded, lips set in a
thin line as he looked around, spotting an old barn a short distance away in
the middle of an overgrown field, the collapsed remains of what must have once
been another farmhouse not far from it.�
�We should set up camp there, we can watch both places from that barn,
and we�ll see them go by if they�re heading into town, too.��

Sam nodded, narrowing his
eyes.� �I did want to go back and check
out the house, see what�whatever they are left behind, maybe get a better idea
of what we�re dealing with, but,� Sammy shrugged, trailing off.�

�I don�t think we�re going to
get the chance,� Dean said quietly, turning the car around and heading for the
barn.� �Sun�s gonna set in just a few
hours, I doubt the cops will be done with the place before then.� But those freaky mutant pests will probably
make their move as soon as it�s dark.��
He parked the car around the side of the barn, under a willow with
low-hanging branches where it would be well hidden from view.�

Sam nodded, getting out of
the car as soon as it stopped and grabbing his duffel bag from the back
seat.� �Guess it was a good thing you
stocked up on snacks before we left,� he teased his brother, grabbing a bag of
chips and tossing them over the roof at the older man�s head.�

�Hey, always gotta be
prepared, never know when you�ll have to pull stakeout duty,� Dean answered,
catching the bag and opening it before shoving a handful of chips into his
mouth.�

Sam made a disgusted sound at
the display, shaking his head when Dean offered him some.� He grabbed his own bag and followed Dean
into the barn, surprised to see some beat-up old furniture inside.� There was a slightly off-kilter table and
two chairs, a third one was tossed in a corner, one of its legs broken.�

�Well, isn�t this cozy,� Dean
said, about to set his bag on the table, but at the last moment he changed his
mind, setting it down on the floor and grabbing a chair.� He spun it around so he could see out the
open doorway facing the road and then sat down gingerly, not fully trusting the
chair.�

�Hey, we�ve had worse, at
least we won�t have to sit in the car all day,� Sam shrugged, setting down his
bag before he took a seat beside Dean.�
He pulled out their father�s journal, sure that he�d read something that
sounded similar to the situation they now found themselves in.�

�What�s wrong with the
car?�� Dean asked defensively, shooting
a glare at his brother.�

Sam glanced up at the older
man, then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.� �Dean��

~~oOo~~
Some time later�

Megan sniffed loudly,
watching as the ambulance carrying Matty�s mother pulled away.� �He�s gone,� she said, voice small and
fragile as she clutched her backpack tightly, making the creature inside squeak
out a protest.�

Tyler closed his eyes, hands
clenched into fists.� �It was that one
we gave him.� I knew something wasn�t
right about it, as soon as I saw it.��

Billy looked around
nervously, trying to keep his own tears from falling.� �Let�s�let�s get outta here, huh?� Come on,� he slung his pack over one shoulder and began to pedal
hard, trying to put distance between himself and the ruined house.��

Megan and Tyler watched him
for a moment, then started to follow him.�
�Where we goin�?�� Megan asked,
glad that Tyler stayed beside her instead of racing to keep up with her brother
as the other boy usually did.�

�Probably old man Barnaby�s
place,� Tyler said quietly, then nodding his head as Billy turned off the road,
heading straight for the barn.� �Told
you.��

They rode up to the old
building, hiding their bikes in some nearby bushes and slipped inside.� As soon as they were out of the sun Billy
whirled around and pointed a finger at Tyler.�
�You don�t know it was the one we gave Matty that killed him, Tyler!� he
shouted.� �We gave him one, just
one.� And his mom said the �rats� came
first, then lizards, remember?�� He
snatched up his pack and carefully withdrew Fuzzball, setting the creature on
the floor.� �Does that look like a
lizard to you?��

�Billy,� Tyler said, holding
up his hands and trying to calm his friend down.� �Remember what happened at the circus?� You spilled something on it, and all the balls popped out, and
turned into more of them.� Maybe Matty
got his wet.� He could have ended up
with tons of them if he wasn�t careful.��

Megan nodded, gently taking
Bandit out of her backpack and holding it in her arms.� �If they turn into more when you just get
them wet, then maybe they do other stuff, too.��

�Like turn into lizards,�
Tyler nodded, glancing down as Dell crawled out of the pack and tugged on his
pant leg, looking around the barn.�
�Hey, what�s wrong, buddy?��

�Actually,� a male voice came
from the doorway, Sam filling the space and blocking out most of the
light.� �They�re not lizards, they�re a
type of demon, and they�re called Gremlins,� he said, his father�s journal
still in his hand.�

�Holy shit!�� Billy yelped, before he snatched up Fuzzball
and tried to run.� He quickly found his
route blocked by Dean, who plucked the creature out of his arms and put it into
the rusty cage he�d found earlier, snapping the door shut.� �Hey, give him back!� the boy protested
angrily as Fuzzball made small, distressed sounds.�

�Sorry, kid, I can�t do
that.� These things already killed your
friend, they have to be taken care of before they hurt anybody else,� Dean
said, holding the cage up out of reach.�
�Sam, get the others.��

Megan started to cry, shaking
her head and backing away as Sam approached.�
�No, you can�t have him, he�s mine!��

Tyler looked at the two men,
eyes wide.� �Demons?� As in�evil, Hell, all that stuff?�� He glanced down at Dell who was now cowering
behind his leg, giving the creature a gentle pat on the head.� �They don�t look like demons��

�No, they don�t right now,�
Sam said, walking over to Tyler and holding out his hands.� �But that�s what they will become.� You have to trust us.� Please?��
He smiled faintly when the boy complied, picking up the creature and
handing it over gently.�

�Sorry boy�� Tyler sighed,
scratching Dell�s head gently before he looked up at Sam.� �That one we took over to Matty, it had a
nasty look about it, but these ones, they�re not like that.� I can�t believe they�re all evil.�� He glanced over at Megan, then looked at Sam
again, deciding that after what they�d seen, they had no choice but to give the
creatures up.� �Come on, Megan, give it
to them.��

�No, I won�t!� she said,
trying to run, only to be stopped by Billy, who grasped her arm with one hand
and pulled Bandit away with the other, giving it to Dean.� �Billy!� she shrieked, pounding at his chest
with her tiny fists as the two men got all three creatures into the cage, then
Dean started toward the door.� �Why�d
you do that?��

�Because, you saw what
happened at Matty�s, he�s dead, so�s his dad.�
Nobody�s gonna believe his mom about what happened, she�ll probably end
up in the loony bin,� Billy said, head down, voice low.� �We brought that thing over there yesterday,
and now�he�s gone,� he said, sounding near tears.�

Sam and Tyler looked at each other in surprise when they
found themselves both moving over to Billy.�
�Hey, it�s not your fault,� Sam said quietly, hunching down a bit in
front of the upset boy.� �You didn�t
know what these things were, most people don�t even know they exist.� Don�t blame yourself, okay?��

Everyone looked up, startled, as Dean walked outside with
the cage.� Despite the fact that the sun
had nearly set, as soon as the fading light hit them, the creatures shrieked in
agony, writhing and bumping into each other, seeking shelter from the
light.� Dean jumped, dropped the cage
and moved away, drawing his gun.

Out of nowhere a young Asian man dressed in black
appeared, stripping off his long coat and draping it over the cage, before he
picked it up and carried it back inside.�
�There will be no need for that,� he said quietly, glancing at Dean, his
eyes hidden by dark glasses.� �The
children are right, these three are not like the others.��

�Really, and just who the
hell are you, and how do you know so much about them?�� Dean demanded, following the man inside,
still brandishing his gun.��

Sam watched curiously as the
man set down the cage, and the ornate wooden box he�d been carrying in his
other hand.� �Hey, don�t-!�� He held up a hand as the man opened them both.�

�Hey, that�s the one from the
circus!�� Billy said, as a fourth
creature climbed up out of the wooden box, making it�s way into the cage and
checking over the other three, making soothing sounds and touching them gingerly.�

�Yes, he�s called Lucky,� the
man nodded, then he stood up straight and brushed down his black shirt and
pants, before running a hand through his close-cropped, jet black hair.� He removed his sunglasses, revealing wide,
dark, almond-shaped eyes, before he held out a hand to Dean, seeming
unimpressed by the gun still trained in his direction.� �My name is Fai Wing.�� He tilted his head when Dean didn�t respond,
and turned to Sam, smiling as the taller man did tentatively take his hand and
shake, quietly introducing them both.�
�I know of them, because my grandfather used to own a small curio shop
in Chinatown, in New York City.� He had
one of these, a Mogwai, for many years, but�� Fai looked down briefly.� �I foolishly allowed it to be sold to an
American because our family needed the money.�
My grandfather said the man couldn�t live up to the responsibilities of
caring for it, but I didn�t listen.� By
the time my grandfather caught up to the Mogwai, there had been many more made,
all turned into Gremlins, as you call them.�
Many people died, the entire town was nearly destroyed.��

�So,� Sam narrowed his eyes
in thought.� �They start out as these,
Mogwai?� he asked, continuing when the other man nodded.� �Which are for the most part harmless.�� He glanced at the children.� �Getting them wet makes more of them, and
they really don�t like sunlight...��

�No, they don�t like any
bright light, and sunlight will kill them.��
Fai said quietly, looking over at the Mogwai, who seemed to be
recovering from their brief exposure.�

�Good to know,� Dean
interjected.

�But I still don�t get how
they turn into Gremlins,� Sam said, shooting a look at Dean.�

�They become Gremlins when
they are fed after midnight,� said Fai.�
�Do not feed them again until after sunrise, no matter how much they may
cry and beg.��

�Food, that�s it?� That�s what turns them into homicidal
demonic lizards?�� Dean asked
incredulously.�

�Food given at the wrong
time,� Fai corrected, holding up one finger.�

�Whatever,� Dean growled,
then looked over at the kids.� �Guess it�s
probably a good thing you three went to bed early last night, huh?��

The three children looked at
each other fearfully, then nodded at Dean before they slowly walked over to the
Mogwai, kneeling down and observing them.�
Megan giggled when Bandit scrambled into her lap, the two boys smiling
when Dell and Fuzzball tumbled around with Lucky.�

Sam sighed as he watched the
children, before he turned to Fai.�
�These kids were really lucky.�
The Mogwai at the other place must been exposed to water, then led all
the others in search of food when the time was right.��

Fai nodded.� �I heard the woman�s story, very
unfortunate.� It sounds like that is
exactly what happened, and after a short period inside their cocoons, which
were probably hidden in the basement, they hatched and attacked.��

�Alright,� Dean said, putting
his gun away at last.� �So we know the
hows and whys, now how are we gonna get rid of them?� I mean, sure, sunlight kills them, but it�s been overcast off and
on all day, so we haven�t exactly had much of that, and, this late in the day,�
he glanced at his watch.� �We�re pretty
much out.�� Those things could be hiding
out anywhere, in the buildings around that place, in the forest behind the
house, who knows?�� He folded his arms
and slanted a look at the other two men.�
�The only thing we do know, is once it gets dark, all hell�s gonna break
loose.��

�Agreed.� Which means we won�t have to wait very long,
and it seems we might have another problem,� Fai said, pointing toward the
door.� Everyone watched in silence as
the last of the light suddenly dimmed, shadows creeping across the ground.� No one inside the barn had noticed the way
the wind had been picking up during their conversation.� Now the sky was covered by dark, ominous
looking clouds, which turned day to night in a matter of moments.�

�Oh no, not�� Sam breathed.

�Rain?� Are you serious?� As if things weren�t bad enough!�� Dean said, eyes wide.�

�We weren�t supposed to get
rain till late tonight, just lots of clouds,� Tyler said, getting to his feet
and moving outside to take a better look, eyes widened fearfully.� �Is it dark enough for them to come out?� he
asked Fai.�

�It is,� the Chinese man
nodded.� �They will be looking for food,
water, and things to destroy, ways to�entertain themselves.� I notice there are some houses standing
between them and the downtown area; if they do keep to this road, the people in
those houses will be in grave danger.��

Billy looked up
suddenly.� �Our houses are next.� Mom!��
He was out the door in a flash.�
Megan and Tyler were hot on his heels, and the three children dragged
out their bikes and took off down the road before Sam or Dean could stop
them.�

�Oh, well that�s just great,�
Dean grumbled, stalking off to the car.

��Wait!�� Fai called, before
leaning down and speaking to the Mogwai softly in Chinese.� �Yes, good.�
We will go with you.�� He
gingerly packed all four into the wooden box, closing up the lid and rising to
his feet.�

�No offence, dude, but this
is kinda what we do, you�d just be in the way,� Dean said, shaking his head and
walking away.�

�Is he always so bold and
stubborn?�� Fai asked Sam, looking up as
they headed toward the Impala.�

�You have no idea,� Sam
smiled, stowing all their gear in the trunk so as to leave room for the other
man and the box.��

The tires kicked up gravel as
Dean swung the car onto the road, heading toward Tyler�s home.� �Oh crap, Dean�� Sam pointed to a large
swarm of creatures heading straight for the house, while another group moved on
to the next one.�

�Alright, we�ve gotta get
those people out of there, come on!��
Dean brought the car to an abrupt stop, before he and Sam leapt out and
ran into the house.�

The sight that greeted them
made both men freeze.� The power had
been cut off, and Tyler was currently shining a flashlight around the darkened
living room, trying to drive off the Gremlins that growled and slashed at them
with razor-sharp claws.� �Come on, Mom,
we have to get out!� he shouted, as his mother swung a fireplace poker at
another of the little monsters.� His
father leaned back against the wall, two bloody furrows dug into his cheek,
more on his arms and chest.�

�Come on, this way,� Sam
grasped Tyler�s father by the arms, trying to lead him toward the door, the man
obviously in shock and too stunned to stop and ask who he was.�

�What-who are you?� the woman
asked, grasping onto Tyler as Dean tried to steer her toward the door.�

�Never mind that, just get in
your car and get out of here.�� He
paused and glanced over to Sam.� �Wait a
minute, where are these people supposed to go, anyway?�� He gasped and leaned back as a Gremlin
launched itself at him.� �Little
freaks!�� He pulled his gun, he and Sam
shooting several of them, the rest of them scattering quickly.

Suddenly a very bright beam
of light swung around the room, causing the remaining Gremlins to squeal and
growl angrily.� �Go into town.� It won�t be long until more people become aware
of the creatures.� Gather yourselves
together,� Fai said, continuing to hold them back with the light.� �There will be safety in numbers.� Get into a building that can be well
fortified, with strong walls, and few ground floor windows, I would suggest the
high school.��

The woman nodded, pulling
Tyler toward the door.� �Tyler, come
on!�� She paused, hands shaking as she
reached to the wall where several sets of keys hung.�

�Mom, we have to help Billy
and Megan, they�re going there next!��
Tyler pleaded.�

�Oh my God,� his mother
looked at him, then snatched up the keys and pulled him toward the door.�� We�ll get them, I promise,� she said, then
narrowed her eyes, once again noticing that light shone at them held the
monsters back.�

Fai smiled at her and picked
up a flashlight from beside the fireplace, handing it to her.� �Bright light will frighten them, sunlight
will kill them, as will more�traditional methods,� he gestured toward Sam, who
swung the poker and connected, sending a Gremlin into the stone fireplace.� It struck the stones with a sickening crack,
then lay still.� �Just do not let them
near water.��

�I�d call that a home run,�
Dean said with a half-smile, before he kicked at another, his gun empty.��

Tyler pulled at his mother�s
hand, and they moved quickly toward the door.�

�I suggest we leave as well,�
Fai suggested, directing the bright flashlight ahead of them as the three men
made their way outside.�� While they all
but dove into the Impala, Tyler and his mother quickly coaxed his father into
the truck.�

Moments later both vehicles
roared down the driveway and turned left, speeding toward the next house.� Dean slowed down to turn into the driveway,
then he swore in surprise when the Impala nearly collided with a sedan that
shot out of the darkness.� The sedan
almost lost control and went into the ditch, but somehow the driver managed to
swerve back onto the road at the last moment. Both headlights were destroyed,
one window was smashed out on the passenger side, and there were long gouges
running down the sides of the vehicle.

�Damn!� Dean cursed angrily.� �I�d say they cut things a little close,� he
noted, glancing up into the rear view mirror, locking eyes with the Chinese man
in the backseat.� �So what now?��

�Now we go into town, and
prepare.� They will go where they can
find everything they need: things to destroy, people to terrify, and lots and
lots of food.�� Fai glanced down,
patting the box beside him gently and speaking to the creatures within in his
native tongue.��

�Yeah, sounds like a great
time will be had by all,� Dean said sarcastically, pushing down a little harder
on the accelerator.� �So what are we
supposed to do once we get into town?��

�I took a look around when I
arrived. They do not have a movie theater here, which is too bad.� That would make our job much easier as they
seem drawn to those; they love to watch films and television.� All we can do is get to the high school, the
older section.� It has a stone exterior
with no ground floor windows, and only two entrances, not counting the hallway
inside.�

Sam turned in his seat and
looked back at the other man.� �You
think everyone�s going to go there?��

They passed another house and
Dean slowed down, meaning to turn into the driveway and see if they could help
evacuate the owners, until he noticed the house was already ablaze, two bodies
lying face-down in the driveway.�
�Damnit, they�re too fast!�

Fai sighed softly.� �No, unfortunately, I do not.� People�s first instinct is to go somewhere
they will feel safe.� For most people in
a town like this, that will be the church, several blocks down the street from
the school.��

Sam frowned, tilting his
head.� �But then if everyone tries to
get into the church, won�t the Gremlins just go there?� How are we supposed to get them into the
school?��

�Well, that�s where things
get�interesting.� Because you�re right,
they won�t just come to us unless there�s something in it for them. There�s no
way we can get the townspeople into the school in time.� They won�t believe until the Gremlins
attack, and by then it will be too late.�
Which means there�s only one thing left to do; lure the Gremlins into
the school by provoking them to follow and attack us instead.��

�Great,� Sam cringed, sitting
back and staring out the windshield.��

�So what, we get them pissed
off, and make sure they swarm the school, then what?� Dean glanced back at Fai
quickly.� �I don�t think Sam and I have
enough bullets between us to kill them all.��

�Then let�s hope we can come
up with a better plan than that,� Fai said, then lifted one hand and
pointed.� �Turn right here, the school
is up two blocks on your left.��

Dean swung the car around the
turn, tires squealing.� He was surprised
when the car behind them stayed close, both vehicles veering into the parking
lot, ending up parked side by side.�
�Hey, it�s that one kid and his mom.��

�Yeah, and just like you
said,� Sam glanced at Fai, �the other ones went straight for the church.�� Sam got out of the car, his gun drawn and
gripped tightly in his right hand.� He
walked over to the other car, speaking to Tyler�s mother quietly.� �You should go to the church with the
others, you�ll be safe there.��

�Then why are you three
here?� she asked Sam, looking up at him.�
�You�re going to try and destroy them, aren�t you?��

Sam nodded slowly.� �Yeah, we�re going to try.� Come on, you should go with the
others.��

�We�re going with you,� she
said firmly, she and Tyler helping her husband out of the truck.� �I watched you all fighting them back at the
house.� Frankly I think we�d stand a better
chance fighting with you, than hiding over there.�

Sam looked at her,
impressed.�

�They killed Matty and his
dad,� Tyler said quietly.� �I want to
fight.� So will Billy and Megan.��

His mother nodded, then
guided her husband toward the steps.� �I
think their parents will want to fight, too, given the chance.� They�re pretty tough people, hunters, into
some of that survivalist stuff, usually prepared for anything.��

�Alright,� Sam nodded, then
headed toward the church to see if he could convince the other family to join them.��

Dean, meanwhile, had moved
around the car and opened the trunk.�
�Okay, light, guns, hm, fire should work on these things too,� he
murmured, remembering the empty beer bottles stowed in the backseat.� A smile played on his lips as ideas came to
him.� Dean lifted the trunk�s fake
bottom, rummaging around and starting to fill his duffel back with as many
guns, knives and boxes of ammunition he could carry.� He gasped and jerked in surprise when Fai suddenly appeared at
his side.� �Don�t do that!��

�You have a plan,� the
Chinese man said with a smile.�

�Yeah, I�m getting a few
ideas,� Dean nodded.�

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Gremlins vs Team Winchester

The Gremlins vs Team Winchester

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