Will have language and probably violence.

Summary: Crossover with Ghost Hunters. Sam and Dean's first trip overseas to Ireland puts them in the middle of a Ghost Hunters' investigation concerning mischievous fairies. Can the boys do their jobs without being detected by the other hunters, or will the fairies triumph over the boys?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural or Ghost Hunters related, but I can't pass up the good material they inspire! Enjoy!!

Anybody watch the show Ghost Hunters? This story was inspired by one particular episode where the TAPS team went to Ireland to investigate Lisheen Castle. It freaked me out and I found myself wondering what would have happened if the boys were there as well? This is what I came up with…

"So where is this new hunt?" Dean asked his little brother after Sam hung up with Bobby.

"Bobby said there might be some fairie activity in Ireland."

"IRELAND!? No, dude. No freakin' way! We stay in the good old US of A. If I can't drive there, I ain't goin'."

"I can handle this one on my own, Dean. It shouldn't be too complicated, and I'm sure there're hunters over there I can hook up with. You don't always have to babysit me you know."

"Not happening. You're not hunting alone. End of discussion."

"Dean, we have to do something, man! These fairies are supposedly out of control. Causing mischief wherever they can, and they've been reported to be dangerous to those caught in their paths."

"Of course they're dangerous! They're supernatural beings Sam! Annoying little four foot tall pains in the ass critters that love reeking havoc. But why can't someone else take this one?"

"No one else is available."

"That's easy then. We'll just find another hunt quick and we'll be unavailable too." Dean smirked at his own brilliance. Sam frowned.

"We've gotta take it, Dean."

"Oh come on… Really? Man…" Sam chuckled at his whining brother. Seriously, the man could sound like he was five.

"It won't be that bad. I'll even hold your hand if you need me to." Dean smacked his little brother on the back of the head and glared at him.

"You took this case on purpose, didn't you?"

"I figured it would keep your mind off of dad."

"You suck."

"I know, but you still love me."

"Not right now I don't." Dean sulked as he finished loading up the Impala with their bags and slid in behind the wheel. He blasted AC/DC to prevent his brother from talking to him because he thought if Sam said one more word, he'd be forced to kill his little brother.

A few miles later Dean had finally eased his fuming to a smoldering. He reached over and turned the music down just enough to talk over.

"So what do we know?" Sam looked slightly taken aback that his brother was already talking to him again. He must be getting soft in his old age…

"Umm… The place is called Lisheen Castle. It was built in 1840 by this guy named William Fibbs. He managed to get himself cursed by a widow who told him that 'when the day came that Ireland was free of the likes of him, crows and magpies would build their nests in the ruins of Lisheen.'"

"Well that was friendly."

"No kidding, right? Anyways, seems like a few fairies made themselves at home in the ruins."

"Any idea how many?"

"Not specifically. Just more than one. They've been haunting the Wrath."

"The what?"

"The Wrath. You know… abandoned land where earth spirits tend to dwell?"

"Okay… Thank you Encyclopedia Brown. So is that good news or bad news?"

"Very bad. They're out in the open. We'll have no protection and no building to burn down as a last resort. It's basically a haunted field."

"Wonderful. Any idea how to get rid of these things?"

"You never hunted them with dad before?"

"No, and don't answer my question with another question unless you want me to kick your ass."

"Sorry. I don't know how to get rid of these things and neither does Bobby yet, but he's researching for us as we speak."

"So what do these things look like?"

"No one knows. They're invisible."

"Invisible? Great… And how do you suppose we kill an invisible adversary? Short of wrapping it in bandages and calling it Hollow Man?"

"Maybe they'll show up on the thermal scan or something. I guess we won't know until we get there."

To Dean's dismay, less than an hour later they were pulling into an airport.

"How the hell are we supposed to bring our gear on a plane? We'll get arrested before we take one step in there."

"We can't bring the guns, Dean."

"You think I'm just gonna fly to a strange land and face off with some invisible creature unarmed? Uh uh. I ain't goin' anywhere naked."

"I'm sure we can get weapons there. We don't even know what'll work on them yet."

"Hence why we should stay here and do some more research before we head full on into a death trap."

"You? Not going in guns blazing? I'm shocked bro."

"Shut up and get you damn duffle. We can at least throw some holy water in there. It'll go undetected."

They carried their bags in, bought their tickets, and headed to the security checkpoint. Everything had gone smoothly until then.

Both boys removed their shoes, coats, and belts and walked through. Sam made it to the other side, but Dean set the alarms off. He jumped at least a foot off the ground as the sirens blared. Sam sent him a questioning look. Dean just shrugged.

"Sir, could you please empty out all your pockets?"

Dean threw a bit of change he found in his back pocket into one of the small bins he was given and took off his watch as well. He tried again, but the alarm blared a second time seriously pissing him off.

"Could you please step over here for a minute, sir?" A security guard with a metal-sensing wand ushered him forward. "Arms out please."

Dean did as he was told, definitely not appreciating the audience he was attracting. So much for keeping a low profile. As the guard passed the wand over his body, Dean's ears picked up the words "paranormal investigators." He glanced up and to his right just in time to see a tall, bald man close a kit full of electronic equipment. He snorted before he could stop himself. Please don't tell me these guys work for those Hell Hound idiots…

He was brought back to his own predicament when the wand began beeping loudly just over his left jeans pocket. He grimaced.

"Can you please remove the object in your pocket and slowly place it on the table." Three more guards joined the first one in case Dean was carrying something dangerous and posed a threat. He moved very slowly so as not to alarm any of them.

He pulled the pure silver nail clippers and sharp file attachment out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Sam shook his head disbelievingly.

"You just couldn't resist, could you?" he demanded and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It was a gift from my favorite aunt," Dean attempted to explain to everyone's questioning glances. "I couldn't bear to leave it behind."

"You're going to have to mail it to yourself, sir or put it in your baggage. You are not allowed to bring this past this gate on your person."

"Alright! Alright. Sheash. I'll go back and put it in my bag."

"Dean, the bags are already heading out to the plane. We're kind of late. Just leave it here."

"But Sam…!"

"Leave. It. Dean. Now. We've gotta go."

"Fine! Take it you thieves! Can I go now?"

"Step through one more time, sir." Dean rolled his eyes and sighed with annoyance as he backtracked. He saw the bald man nudge the shorter guy with black hair next to him.

"Hey, Grant. Check that dude out. Hope he's not goin' our way." Grant nodded and picked up one of the boxes of equipment.

Dean was fuming again. He stepped through one last time, thankfully not setting off the alarms again and was cleared to move on. He put on his shoes, coat, and belt and followed Sam to their gate.

"I freakin' hate these places."

"Just look at the bright side. We're leaving really soon."

"Yeah, in a god damn plane! I feel so much better now."




What do you think so far? Please let me know!! Anyone see the episode I'm talking about?