Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 25, 2016 21:05:51 GMT -5
Sam followed Brennan back to the same bar he'd been at earlier. Sliding onto a stool that kept the watchmaker well within his sights, Sam ordered himself a beer and waited. It only took about five minutes for Dean to call him. He placed the phone to one ear, both eyes still on Brennan. "Yeah?" "Freaking full of Keeblers over here, man" came Dean's slightly anxious voice. "Just full of ‘em." Sam wasn't sure he followed this statement. "What??" "It’s like the story with the shoe guy and all the elves" Dean clarified. "Hey, you think Brennan made a deal with a bunch of fairies?" Sam's eyes, still on Brennan without having strayed for a second, narrowed suspiciously. "Lemme get back to you."
Hanging up and getting to his feet, Sam strode briskly over to where Mr. Brennan was sitting. "So Mr. Brennan, hello again" he greeted, his smile not entirely genuine. Mr. Brennan, looked up from his scotch, noticed who it was, and then looked back down, scowling. "Leave me alone." Ignoring the request, Sam took a seat next to him and started off with a compliment. "Did I ever mention how beautiful your work is?" Brennan looked up again, appearing taken off guard by the remark. "What?" "The watches" Sam elaborated. "Just stunning. But what I can’t figure out is how one man can put out that much product. I mean, hell, If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a bunch of elves working for you." He chuckled. The flash of panic in Brennan's eyes was all he needed and the smile melted right off of Sam's face. He reached out to grab Brennan's shoulder, pulling it backwards to force the other man to turn on his stool so they were facing each other directly. "Except I do know better, and you have a bunch of elves working for you" Sam whisper-hissed firmly. Brennan tried to shake himself free. "You're insane." Sam released Brennan's shoulder a little more roughly than was necessary, continuing to stare him down hard. "So, tell me. How does a father decide to trade his son for a bunch of watches?" He gave the man a quick visual once over, scoffing, "I mean, I assume you have a soul so what’s your excuse?" For a second it looked like maybe Brennan was going to keep protesting and denying the facts, but then he let out a shaky breath and shook his head, whispering miserably, "you don't understand. It wasn't like that." Sam's expression didn't soften. "Then how was it??"
Brennan took a deep breath to focus, set his glass down, and then looked straight at Sam to start his story. "I supported my family for 30 years making those watches. It’s the only thing I know how to do. But..." He held up one hand and Sam could see slight unsteady tremors. Brennan diagnosed it for him. "Parkinson’s. I was losing my hands. I was losing everything." Sam nodded to indicate he was still with him and he should continue. Brennan lowered his hand back onto the table. "My grandmother, she always used to say that they were real. Fairies. And that sort. She told me all of these stories when I was a kid about how to summon them, how to get favors from them." "So you learned how to work a spell" Sam concluded, already knowing he wasn't going to have much sympathy for the way things had gone. No one had forced him to do the spell. "I mean, honestly, I doubted it would even work" Brennan admitted, wringing out his hands. "I was just desperate. But she left me this book, so I did the ceremony in my back office two months ago, and this man appeared and said he was a leprechaun." Sam arched one eyebrow. "A leprechaun" he echoed and Brennan nodded, adding onto his story. "I asked him just to cure my hands, but he said he would do even better. He would make me more successful than I had ever been. He told me he’d bring a crew of workers, that I could save my business, save my name." "In exchange for" Sam prompted. Brennan shook his head helplessly. "He just wanted a place for them to rest, to take of the fruit and fat of the land. I said yes. I wasn’t thinking." "And the fruit and the fat was" Sam pressed, knowing the answer, and Brennan responded promptly, looking more miserable still. "My firstborn. And not just mine. There’s been others. They’re not stopping. They’re not going to stop." "There has to be a way to reverse the spell" Sam insisted. He knew nothing about fairies but he knew about spellwork.
"There is." Brennan nodded, his face crumpling like cheap paper. "But the book is in a safe in my shop. They won’t let me near it. It’s been a nightmare." "So you can see the fairies" Sam guessed from this statement. Brennan nodded once more. "Yes." "Let's go." Sam slapped a crisp twenty dollar bill down on the bar for both their drinks. It was time to take out the fairies.
No matter how weird that sounded in his head.
Hanging up and getting to his feet, Sam strode briskly over to where Mr. Brennan was sitting. "So Mr. Brennan, hello again" he greeted, his smile not entirely genuine. Mr. Brennan, looked up from his scotch, noticed who it was, and then looked back down, scowling. "Leave me alone." Ignoring the request, Sam took a seat next to him and started off with a compliment. "Did I ever mention how beautiful your work is?" Brennan looked up again, appearing taken off guard by the remark. "What?" "The watches" Sam elaborated. "Just stunning. But what I can’t figure out is how one man can put out that much product. I mean, hell, If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a bunch of elves working for you." He chuckled. The flash of panic in Brennan's eyes was all he needed and the smile melted right off of Sam's face. He reached out to grab Brennan's shoulder, pulling it backwards to force the other man to turn on his stool so they were facing each other directly. "Except I do know better, and you have a bunch of elves working for you" Sam whisper-hissed firmly. Brennan tried to shake himself free. "You're insane." Sam released Brennan's shoulder a little more roughly than was necessary, continuing to stare him down hard. "So, tell me. How does a father decide to trade his son for a bunch of watches?" He gave the man a quick visual once over, scoffing, "I mean, I assume you have a soul so what’s your excuse?" For a second it looked like maybe Brennan was going to keep protesting and denying the facts, but then he let out a shaky breath and shook his head, whispering miserably, "you don't understand. It wasn't like that." Sam's expression didn't soften. "Then how was it??"
Brennan took a deep breath to focus, set his glass down, and then looked straight at Sam to start his story. "I supported my family for 30 years making those watches. It’s the only thing I know how to do. But..." He held up one hand and Sam could see slight unsteady tremors. Brennan diagnosed it for him. "Parkinson’s. I was losing my hands. I was losing everything." Sam nodded to indicate he was still with him and he should continue. Brennan lowered his hand back onto the table. "My grandmother, she always used to say that they were real. Fairies. And that sort. She told me all of these stories when I was a kid about how to summon them, how to get favors from them." "So you learned how to work a spell" Sam concluded, already knowing he wasn't going to have much sympathy for the way things had gone. No one had forced him to do the spell. "I mean, honestly, I doubted it would even work" Brennan admitted, wringing out his hands. "I was just desperate. But she left me this book, so I did the ceremony in my back office two months ago, and this man appeared and said he was a leprechaun." Sam arched one eyebrow. "A leprechaun" he echoed and Brennan nodded, adding onto his story. "I asked him just to cure my hands, but he said he would do even better. He would make me more successful than I had ever been. He told me he’d bring a crew of workers, that I could save my business, save my name." "In exchange for" Sam prompted. Brennan shook his head helplessly. "He just wanted a place for them to rest, to take of the fruit and fat of the land. I said yes. I wasn’t thinking." "And the fruit and the fat was" Sam pressed, knowing the answer, and Brennan responded promptly, looking more miserable still. "My firstborn. And not just mine. There’s been others. They’re not stopping. They’re not going to stop." "There has to be a way to reverse the spell" Sam insisted. He knew nothing about fairies but he knew about spellwork.
"There is." Brennan nodded, his face crumpling like cheap paper. "But the book is in a safe in my shop. They won’t let me near it. It’s been a nightmare." "So you can see the fairies" Sam guessed from this statement. Brennan nodded once more. "Yes." "Let's go." Sam slapped a crisp twenty dollar bill down on the bar for both their drinks. It was time to take out the fairies.
No matter how weird that sounded in his head.
