When Fairies Attack

He slams the leather bound Oxford Dictionary onto the yellow winged demi-fey, shakes splattering goo off his boot.

"Dean!"

He spins, gasping at searing pain. He grabs the blue buzzing streak careening around his waist. Blinded by trailing dust, he snaps the Barbie sized figure backwards.

Broken winged bodies surround him as the last fairy corpse slides from his hand. He's falling, arching back on the library floor. Sam twists, blocking hands and pushing his shirts aside. Dean bucks as cocktail wienie swords are pulled free.

A grinding step by Sam and the last twitching figures stills.