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Tir na nOg is the Land of Youth in Fairy Folklore.
The Unseelie Court consists of malicious and evilly-inclined fairies. They usually appear at night. Unlike the Seelie Court who appear at Twilight and are helpful to humans.
Morgan Le Fey is a character from Arthurian legends, her name gives reference to her supposed connection to the fairie world.
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“They took him.”
Dean stared at the girl, no more than 5 years old, but her eyes look older. Even if Dean hadn't seen her picture he would have been able to tell it was the child that had gone missing. Her blond hair curled over her shoulders and large blue eyes blinked innocently up at him. Wearing a white nightdress standing in a garden in the middle of the night she looked like a ghost.
“Who took him?” He demanded, his voice only half as angry as he wanted it to be, because this girl was 5, no point unleashing all his anger on a 5 year old.
“They did.” She pointed at the circle of toadstools. “They wanted him so they took him. Just like they took me.” She said and grabbed Dean's hand to pull him down to her level.
“They wont give him back.” She said quietly. Dean suppressed a shiver. The girls eyes were eerily ancient behind their 5 year old façade.
“The hell they wont.” Dean stood, debating whether to grab the girl and take him with her or to take her home. He ran a hand through his hair. The girl knew about this, maybe she knew a way to get Sam back, and that was all that mattered. He grabbed her hand.
“They took him to Tir na nÓg. Morgan wanted him, she wont give him back.” She protested as she allowed herself to be dragged towards the Impala.
“Where?” The girl cocked her head to one side and studied Dean. Once again he was struck by the age old wisdom he saw in her eyes.
“Tir na nÓg. Land Of Youth.” She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Well that explains a lot.” He said bundling her into the car. She twisted in her seat and stared at him as he pushed her across the seat and slid in next to her. He gripped the wheel, wondering what to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Sam would know, his mind taunted and he slammed his hand against the dashboard in anger. The girl flinched slightly and her face scrunched up.
“Hey, don't...don't cry. I'm not good with crying girls.” Dean tried to make her feel better. She sniffed and wiped a finger under her nose.
“My name's Dean, wanna tell me what happened to you.” He said. She crossed her legs on the seat, suddenly looking like the child of 5 that she was meant to be, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of telling her story to someone who believed her.
“I was playing. And Morgan came, she is so pretty, and wearing this beautiful dress, it was all sparkly and pretty. She said that I could play with her forever if I wanted.” Dean looked at her, she looked a million miles away as she spoke, not looking at him, staring out of the window down to the bottom of the garden.
“I said I would play for a bit but mommy would wonder where I was. Morgan let me play with her and the rest of the little people. But then I got hungry and went home. Mommy had gone and there were strangers in my house.” She pouted. “And Mommy told me not to talk to strangers.”
“And that's my cue to take you home. I am in a whole lotta trouble as it is, I don't need to add kidnapping to the mix.” He turned on the engine.
“Its sad that they took your friend, but he will have fun there.” She said. Dean looked at her. Her large blue eyes stared back at him.
“He's my brother kid.”
“That's not nice of Morgan. Sometimes she's not nice.” She said. “My names Sophie by the way.” She said.
“Hi Sophie.” She grinned up at him. “And my brother is called Sam.” He didn't know why he felt the need to tell her but a flash of pain blossomed across Dean's chest at the mention of Sam.
“Sam?” She asked. “That's funny.” She giggled to herself. Dean narrowed his eyes.
“Dunno about you kid, but I don't think Sam's a funny name.”
“No.” She laughed. “Morgan said she was going to get a boy called Sam. She talked about him a lot.”
“You what?” Panic had begun to set in with Dean again, cold gripping panic at the thought that maybe this time he wouldn't be able to get Sam back.
“She said...” Sophie rolled her eyes. “That no body was going to keep her from what was hers. I don't know why she didn't take you, I like you. You have pretty eyes.”
“Yeah...um Thanks. But Sam's the fairy type. Sophie, I am taking you home, right now, I need to call my friend and get him to come and help.” Sophie shook her head.
"Why you shaking your head?" Dean asked. Sophie looked at him, her age old wisdom shining through her childish eyes and Dean repressed the urge to back away.
"I'm going to help you get him back."
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“Bobby...they took Sam, they fucking took Sam.” Dean practically screamed down the phone, ignoring the disapproving look from Sophie. “Who took Sam.” Bobby sounded only slightly rattled and that calmed Dean a bit. A little bit at least. His heartbeat was still beating in double time and panic was still racing around his body.
“The goddamn fairies. Little goddamn freaks with wings. Think they can just fly in and take Sam. Well...they can't. I want him back Bobby.”
“Morgan doesn't have wings.” Sophie muttered from the edge of the bed, her little legs swinging side to side. Dean shook his head. I must be losing my mind, he thought, I've kidnapped a 5 year old and taking advice on a job from her. Sam's been taken by fairies. Just another day in the life of the Winchesters.
“Dean, calm down. What happened?” Bobby, the voice of reason spoke down the phone. Dean gripped it tighter in his hand. He took a deep breath.
“Right, so we got wind of this kid, went missing three years ago playing in her garden and she suddenly reappears, like a week ago. Hasn't aged a day. Sam suggested we take EMF readings, and I turned my back for a second Bobby, I swear to god and he was gone.” He heard his voice crack and swallowed the lump in his throat hard.
“How do you know they took him?”
“Well its not like Sam to just walk off, except that one time but he was possessed by Meg so that's not really his fault...” He broke off, knowing he was rambling, but Sam being gone made him nervous, made him want to hit something, kill something for taking his brother away. He cleared his throat. “Plus Sophie told me.”
“Who's Sophie?”
“The kid that went missing...aren't you listening to me? The Morgan Le Fey bitch took Sam. He's mine Bobby...uh, my brother, and no winged freak is gonna take him from me.” He baulked at the use of mine. Sure Sam was his brother, but when had he started thinking of Sam as his.
“Morgan Le Fey?” Bobby asked, the tone of his voice making Dean stop dead in his pacing across the small motel room. Sophie looked up at him.
“Yeah.” Dean frowned. Bobby sounded worried, more worried than normal and Dean hated it when he was worried.
“Oh Jesus.”
“Bobby, what?” Dean demanded, feeling more and more like he was in over his head. And the recurring thought that Sam should be here kept coming back, kept slapping him round the face. And he had to admit that he found it hard to think without Sam.
“Morgan Le Fey is Queen of the Unseelie Court.”
“Ok, why does everyone know more about fairies than me?” Dean said. Sophie giggled and slipped off the bed towards the TV.
“Dean, you have the kid with you?” Dean's lack of answer was apparently enough for Bobby. “Jesus Dean. You wanna add paedophilia and kidnapping to your rap sheet?”
“Bobby, this kid knows stuff. She can help, cos I am not gonna lose Sam to some Queen who thinks she can take whatever she wants. No way, Sam's mine, and I'm getting him back.”
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But he needs his Sammy back.
Morgan is gonig to get nasty!
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Another awesome story Verity. Looking forward to updates!!
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Thank you hun, glad you are liking it.
*hugs you again*
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*hugs the boys*
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LOVE your icon. Hilarious
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