A/N: Coyote met up with the Keebler Elves at Coyote Kiva during the story "Booze Hound of the Gods." I have no direct knowledge of that unfortunate incident, or any other related incidents. I'm not saying anything else until my lawyer gets here.

Possible spoilers for: Clap Your Hands If You Believe.

Summary: Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. Dean and Coyote deal with fairies in an Alternate Universe. Possible spoilers for: Clap Your Hands If You Believe.

People passed by them on the street and no one gave Dean Winchester a second glance. No one noticed the oversized coyote by his side, either.

Dean frowned as he looked up at the sign: Brennan's Watch Repair. "Fairies? Seriously?"

Coyote nodded. "Seriously." Dean knew the Old Man was thrilled that he'd come along over to this AU. It wasn't that Supernatural tv show, either. This was the real deal, a genuine Alternate Universe.

"You wanna come with?" Coyote nodded at the watch shop.

Dean shook his head. "Nah."

The Old Man licked his chops and looked downright gleeful. "Okay. More for me."

"Uh, so you chow down on these things, and that'll convince the others to give up the first born normals they snatched?"

The Old Man nodded. "Yep."

"So this isn't your first time chowing down on Keeblers?"

Coyote's grin was wide and somewhat wolfish. "Nope." He looked suddenly thoughtful. "Well, there was that unfortunate incident at the kiva. Yeah, and Richardson, Texas." His ears twitched slightly. "And Los Cabolas, Mexico. Forgot about those..."

Dean held up a hand to hold Roamer off. "I don't even wanna know."

"Fine. Suit yourself."

"I'm going to be thinking about this the whole damn time, so we might as well get this over with. How'd they taste?"

"Like chicken. Finger lickin' good."

"Uh huh."

"Be right back." Coyote turned and ghosted through the front door of the watch repair shop.

Dean leaned against the wall of the building. He glanced down at his boots and decided that he'd have to pick up new boot laces in the next few days. Of course, Dean could have easily magicked up a pair, no problem, but he was hands on. Always had been, always would be. That was one of the things Coyote never understood about his pup.

Tinkerbell showed up two minutes later.

She fluttered in the air all around his head, then finally stopped a few inches in front of his nose. Dean certainly appreciated the view.

Huh, nipples. Dean thought to himself. She was all cute and glowy, but way too small.

"Hey there, big boy," Tinkerbell leered at Dean. "You wanna?"

"Nope. Sorry."

Judging by the murderous scowl on her face, she wasn't used to being rejected, either. It was obvious Tink wanted to kick Dean's ass, but she sensed who and what he was.

"I'm not from around here," Dean smirked as he leaned back against the wall. "Don't even think about it."

"Fine!" she snarled. "I'll just pick on the other one who looks like you! We marked him!"

"If you're headed towards that motel," Dean drawled, almost lazily, "I wouldn't."

She tossed her head, hmphed at him, and away she went, fluttering down the street in a bright ball of golden light.

Dean shrugged to himself. You can't fix stupid. There was definitely some microwave action in her future.

Dean stared at the storefront of Brennan's Watch Repair. He could only imagine what the Old Man was doing in there. He thought he could hear screams, so he turned to watch people leaving the restaurant across the street, and he ignored what he thought he heard. Oh well. They should have thought about that before they blew into town granting wishes to dumb normals.

Coyote strolled out ten minutes later, grinning from ear to ear. "Those little ones were nice and tender, but man, that leprechaun was tough." The Old Man gagged, and for a moment it looked like he was going to upchuck something. He shook himself out, from his ears to his tail, and then made a nasty face. "Like shoe leather."

"What part of 'no gory details' didn't you get?" Dean said, but there was no real heat in his voice.

"Oh, before I forget, we gotta track down soulless Sammy over here. I got something he needs." Coyote pulled a chain from around his neck. The pendant that dangled from the chain was a bright white light encased in a white crystal about two inches long.

It was a soul, and Dean knew exactly which Sam it belonged to.

Dean squinted at it. "Where'd you get it?"

"Ebay," the trickster replied solemnly as he slipped the chain back around his neck. The pendant nestled inside that thick fur of his. "I outbid Balthazar. Damn, he was pissed."

"Fair enough." Dean stood up from the wall. "I've got something for this Dean." He pulled something out of his jacket pocket and showed it to his furry half. Coyote pricked his ears alertly as he stared at the small bronze horned face. It was the amulet Sam gave Dean that Christmas many years ago.


Dean looked down at the amulet and smiled slightly. "Dude needs to start wearing this again."

"I knew it," Coyote crowed as they turned to walk down the street.

"Knew what?"

"You're gooey."


"Hard on the outside, soft on the inside."

Dean forced himself not to smile at that. "Shut upp."

Coyote shook his head. "We havin' a chick flick moment now?"

"Hell no," Dean smirked.

"Damn right we're not."