Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Second Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Second Edition went as brilliantly as the first! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this Fic are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For Avalonemyst - Sam and Dean help out the Wild Hunt on a hunt. Dean meets an over friendly steed

A/N: Sorry darling! :D Chicago Con, a two week bout of the plague and then Turkey day plans got in the way of me writing this one for you! I hope this was worth the wait for you!
This is set oh anywhere in Season 1. :D

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P


Dean struggled against the iron grip holding his arms behind him and tried to remember when the simple hunt had gone all wrong. Sam grunted beside him and went to his knees. Dean glared at the man holding his brother and made a silent promise to pay that one back later. He looked around the crowded field that had been empty only minutes before and sighed. It was just a Black Dog. They had spent a week tracking the cagey bastard over three states. It killed and ran as though it knew someone was after it and, Dean supposed, it had been right; just not the Winchesters.

"Kneel before the King mortal." The gravelly voice of the man holding Dean said in his ear and he was forced to the ground beside Sam. "Show respect or walk the land of the dead forever."

"Respect. Right." Dean smirked as Sam hurriedly shook his head at him in warning. Dozens of horses milled around the open field, each with a rider. Some wore armor; others looked as though they had been plucked from the street in business suits, a woman in a sparkling dress and one poor guy in a sweat suit who stared at the brothers with hopelessness on his face. They'd closed on the Black Dog, nearly had the damn thing when the air had shifted, clouds had swept in to blot out the moon and this crazy hunting party had materialized practically on top of them.

"It's the Wild Hunt." Sam said softly beside him finally. "We are so humped."

"Share with the class, Sammy." Dean watched a group of horses coming closer and the well armored riders who watched them before dismounting. "And make it fast."

"The Wild Hunt. It's uh…ancient Germanic lore. They exist in a spirit realm, chase evil and the souls of the damned into Hell and uh…" Sam stuttered, looking around at the other riders. "If the Hunt takes you, your theirs until they let you go…if they let you go."

"Come again?" Dean asked and then looked up at the motley collection of riders with newfound understanding. "Oh hell no." He watched the armored riders who had come closer and focused on the one at the lead. He wore a crown and a gold cape flowed over the back of an enormous black charger. He studied the Winchesters from atop his mount, gave a short nod and turned his horse around.

"You will ride." The man holding Dean said and released him to stumble forward on his knees.

"No way, jackass!" Dean got to his feet, pulling Sam with him and surreptitiously moved his brother behind him as he faced the warriors. "No way we're gettin' on your crazy train pal. We're walking outta here."

"Dean." Sam put a hand on his arm as he heard swords clear scabbards behind them. "Let's not piss off the ancient warriors with swords alright?"

"You will ride." The warrior repeated. "You will be put astride your mounts. On pain of death you shall not let your feet touch the earth lest the King give you leave."

"That's in the lore too." Sam whispered beside him. "Anyone who tries to leave the Wild Hunt without the King's permission dies. Dean…we have no choice."

Dean growled low in his throat and trembled with the urge to attack. Sam's hand on his arm held him in check along with the fact they were ridiculously outnumbered and their guns had been taken. "How long?"

Sam shrugged. "That's…I don't know. There's stories."

Dean glared at him. "Guess."

Sam watched two horses being brought their way and sighed. "Some people say they were let go and arrived back where they left only minutes later even though they were with the hunt for…months…or years. Others…" Sam faltered and swallowed. "Others rode with the hunt for days and were released to find hundreds of years had passed."

"Son of a bitch." Dean threw off Sam's hand and took an angry stride toward the warrior who had held them. He stopped as a circle of swords rose at him.

"To ride with the Wilde Jagd is an honor. To refuse is death." The warrior pointed to the two riderless horses. "Mount." He grinned beneath a gleaming silver helm. "Or die."

"Dean, we have to." Sam took his brother's arm again and pulled him back. "They'll let us go."

"Yeah, but when?" Dean snarled at the warrior and let Sam pull him away toward the horses. He groaned. "Man, this is bullshit."

Sam smirked. "You know you love the whole Lone Ranger thing." They couldn't change it so he decided to try for humor.

Dean eyed the two horses. One was an Appaloosa with wide black spots and it whickered softly in his brother's direction. "You get that one, little Joe." He shoved Sam toward it with a chuckle. That left him with the taller of the two; a silver mare that dwarfed him. He raised his hands as he neared. "Hey there sweetheart. Let's play nice now."

Sam swung up into the saddle of his horse and watched his brother approach his own. "You might wanna hurry up, they're starting to look anxious."

"Shuddup." Dean put a hand out for the horse to smell. She sniffed his fingers and then buried her nose into his wrist, pushing his sleeve back along his arm. "Hey, I think she likes me." He grunted when her head suddenly thumped into his chest and knocked him back a step. "Whoa!" She whuffled into his chest and then at his neck. Dean took another step back but she came with him and mouthed at his hair.

"Oh she definitely likes you." Sam chuckled and then barked a laugh when the mare dropped her head and shoved her nose into his brother's crotch.

"Aw…hey! Come on…this is…dammit rape!" Dean pushed at the silver head and tried to ignore the laughter from his brother and the other riders nearby. A warrior came in beside him and took the lead for the horse, tugging her head away. The man's face was wreathed in a smile as he did so and Dean growled at him.

"Mount…if you're able." The warrior said.

"Kiss my Winchester ass. If I'm able." Dean glared and walked around the side of the Mare now that her head was being held still. She fought it, wanting to follow Dean but seemed to settle once she felt him take hold of her saddle. He pulled himself up into the saddle, surprised to find the stirrups were exactly the right length and settled into it. He opened his mouth to ask when they were going to move and then snapped it shut as a horn call went up from behind them.

As one, every horse turned and broke into a gallop. The world seemed to stretch around them, the trees and sky and ground stretched into a blur as the wind whistled past them like a gale. Dean hunched forward over the Mare's shoulders and looked across to see his brother doing the same. They exchanged a glance but words were impossible as the horses moved. There were more horns, shouts from the armored warriors and far ahead of them the King's gold cloak streamed out behind him like something alive, writhing and moving with the wind. Time too seemed to stretch. Dean couldn't tell if it was hours or only minutes since the chase had started and then they stopped. He lurched forward and gasped in air as the world returned to normal around them.

"Dean?" Sam asked in a breathless voice and saw his brother turn wide eyes to him. "You ok?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Peachy. What the hell was that?"

"Uh…spirit world. I think." Sam brushed his hair out of his eyes and jerked his head up as a howl sounded nearby. The warriors gave an answering cry. Sam looked over and saw the man in the sweatsuit beside him. The man looked over with tears in his eyes.

"It never ends." The man said, his voice choked with tears. "It just…it never…never ends. I can't."

"Don't!" Sam shouted but too late as the man slid from his horse in a stumble and onto the ground. "No! Get back on your horse! Please!" He could only watch as the man froze suddenly in mid stride. Sam saw his feet turn the color of ash. It spread quickly up his legs, through his torso and crept up his head. He gave a last, agonized scream and burst into dust to settle slowly to the ground like a macabre snow.

"Ok." Dean breathed and met the horrified look in Sam's eyes. "No getting off the horses."

Sam nodded and clenched the reins tightly in his hands in fury. The absolute helplessness of the situation tore at him. The horn went up and again the horses lurched into motion and faded the world around them.

They rode on and Dean tried to keep his eyes on Sam as they went. He knew what watching that would have done to him. He didn't handle the loss of an innocent as well as Dean or their father did. He wished he could have said something to him but knew now exactly what fate awaited them if they dared to dismount. He held on as the Mare rushed beneath him through the deepening night and wondered if it would ever end or if they would be stuck like this forever until one day they did what the poor sucker had done; climb down to their deaths rather than be trapped.

The horns rose once more as the world bled back into focus around them. Dean gasped for air as the wind died. The mare reached her head back and managed to get hold of his pant-leg and tugged on it with her teeth. "Knock it off."

"Dean." Sam reached across the distance between them and touched his shoulder. He pointed ahead. Warriors were sliding from their horses with torches and circling something.

A shout went up, the warriors parted and Dean got a good look at the massive form of the Black Dog as it was circled and snarled at its captors. "They found the bastard."

One of the armored warriors rode up beside them and pointed to both men. "You may dismount." He shifted his arm to point at the creature. "You will fight that which you hunted with us."

Dean dropped his head and looked over to Sam. "They wouldn't trick us off the horses would they? Just to watch us die?"

Sam shook his head. "No. They'd consider it…bad form." He took a deep breath. "I hope." Sam slid out of his saddle and let his feet thump into the earth. Dean dropped as well and together they waited.

Dean whooshed out a loud breath of relief. "You good?"

"Yeah." Sam called back.

Dean took a step and found himself with a face full of horse head again. "Aw come on lady!" He shoved the head but she stubbornly buried her muzzle into his chest and grabbed a mouthful of his shirt with her teeth. "I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but I'm taken and I don't cheat on my Baby."

Sam came around and was startled into a laugh at the sight of his brother once more being molested by the over-amorous Mare. "You always said…you had a way with the ladies."

"Sammy!" Dean glared over the horse's head at him. "Don't think I won't kick your ass."

"Now you fight." The warrior gestured impatiently toward the Black Dog.

"You took all our weapons, genius!" Dean yelled up at him. "What do you want us to do? Ask it to die politely?"

In answer the warrior held down two short, curved blades that gleamed silver in the firelight. "You will use these." He waited for both men to take them. "If you triumph, you shall go free."

"And if we don't?" Sam asked, giving the blade a test swing.

"Then you die." The warrior said simply and took the Mare's reins to pry her loose from Dean. "Go or be dust where you stand."

Dean exchanged a glance with Sam, who shrugged and together they strode toward the waiting circle. "Got a plan?"

Sam smirked. "Don't get dead."

Dean chuckled. "That usually works for us." The line of warriors parted for them to let them through.

The Black Dog seemed to sense their presence and turned to glare glowing, red eyes at them. They split and went wide to circle the creature. It snarled at them, turning back and forth to keep them both in view.

"Hey!" Dean yelled and gained its sole attention. "That's right ugly. Come get some." The Black Dog howled into the night and closed with Dean.

Sam inched up behind it. Its head stood even with his shoulders but it was the spot at the base of its neck that he wanted. He followed the beast as it stalked to his brother and readied to leap to its back. He drew the knife back in readiness and had only time to gasp as it spun suddenly and backhanded him with one massive paw.

"Sam!" Dean shouted and watched his brother sail through the air to crash into the ground. The warriors circling them gave a cheer and Dean growled angrily. He kicked out at the Dog's back leg and crumpled its knee. He spun, dodging a swipe of its claws and tried to get closer to his brother. "Sammy?"

Sam rolled to his back and gasped in a breath. The impact had knocked the breath from him. "Yeah."

"Quit screwin' around and get up!" Dean yelled and put himself between the creature and Sam.

Sam scowled and forced himself to his feet, hunching over the ache centered in his chest where the Black Dog had hit him. "Impatient." He said to Dean as he came up beside him.

Dean smiled. "Knew it'd get you on your feet." He swung out with the blade when the Dog came for them and sliced into its shoulder, making it scream its fury. The warriors cheered again.

Sam lunged after it and landed a stab into the beast's neck. It swung out and instead of him, knocked Dean rolling off into the grass. "Dammit! Dean?" He body-checked the Black Dog in the shoulder and knocked it off balance but it swung its head back and snapped viciously at him. He fell backwards to avoid the jaws as it rose up over him. The creature screamed and dropped to the ground and Sam looked up in shock as Dean's horse pawed the air behind it and slammed its hooves into its back again.

"That's my girl!" Dean shouted and rolled to his feet. He saw Sam regain his footing and together they closed with the struggling beast and slammed their blades home into the back of its neck at the same time. The Black Dog screamed loud and long and finally fell dead between them. The mare gave it another stomp before backing away and went to Dean. She nuzzled into the hair at the back of his neck and made him chuckle.

"You are victorious." The King emerged on his steed from the ring of warriors and looked down at them. "You have earned your freedom from the Wild Hunt, Humans. Go and know that you have earned our respect." He waved a salute to them. "And be warned. Should you cross paths with the Hunt again, you will ride with us e'ermore."

Sam and Dean watched as the warriors mounted and in a moment they seemed to blur together. The silver mare gave Dean's chest one last fond nudge and then she too faded into the light and was gone. Dean rubbed a hand over his chest and shook his head.

"That was…" Dean said and Sam nodded.

"Yeah." Sam stared around them and then looked at his watch. "Huh. Dude, I don't think we've been gone more than ten minutes."

"Look." Dean pointed down the field toward the road and grinned. "There's my baby."

Sam shook his head and started down the hill with him. "Man, we got lucky." He said and rubbed his own chest. It burned from the hit he'd taken. "They could have kept us for centuries."

Dean wiped a hand over his neck. "I smell like horse. Dude. Do I smell like horse?" He asked his brother. "Don't wanna get that smell all over her."

"I don't think she'll mind." Sam said with a laugh as they reached the car and shook his head.

"Women always know Sam." Dean ran a hand over the hood as he walked around to the driver's side. "She meant nothing to me, Baby, I swear." He cooed at the Impala and smiled.

"Issues, Dean." Sam snorted and got inside. "You have got issues."

"Ignore him, Baby. He doesn't get us." Dean climbed behind the wheel with a last look at the open field and a fond smile. "Come on, Sammy. I need pie."


The End.