Ok, this is one of the randomest things I've ever written, and that does really say something. To explain, I'll just say that though Becky was crazies, she's just not at my best friend's level. We keep saying that they were aiming for her, but they kinda fell short.

Though I congratulate them for the Wincest stuff… my friend isn't quite there yet.

Anyways, just figured I'd put this up anyways, since it exists.

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural… though Belle and Laura are mine. :D Well, one is me, so I'd hope so.

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Biting my lip and feeling slightly nervous I knocked three times on the door of a random motel room. What if this was just a trick at my best friend? As much as I was obsessed, she was a whole new level of obsession. Even though I'd been doubtful, she had insisted that we sneak out of the house, across town, and make sure that it wasn't a fake.

Honestly, I don't think she even considered that it might be a fake. She was still on the "number one fan" high.

I looked at her, Laura, and frowned slightly. She looked like a kid on Christmas with their excitement then multiplied by ten trillion. If her hopes were crushed, I would kill Carver Edlund.

Then again, if her hopes weren't crushed, we had a lot of bigger problems to deal with.

The door opened and my mind almost froze with shock. They were real, and Sam was holding the door open slightly, looking at us. "Oh my God…" I whispered.

"Sam!" Laura practically squealed, but her shock made it quiet.

"Um, do I know you?" he asked, glancing back and forth between us.

I glanced at Laura and knew that she was far from focused on the reason why we were here. She was just entirely focused on the person before us.

He's real! My mind was screaming, but I forced it to focus. One of us needed to have a clear head. In answer to his question, I shook my head. "No, you don't. We're just really big fans."

"Right…" he said, glancing over his shoulder. My mind went on a whole different track.

Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean… It was like a never ending mantra in my head; if I saw Dean I would definitely not be able to focus. I needed to stay only looking at Sam.

"I take it there's a reason why you're here?"

"Carver Edlund- the author?- he sent us. He had a message."

"Chuck?" Sam seemed slightly surprised. "Ok, how about you come in?"

I glanced down as I crossed the threshold of the small motel room, grinning at the salt line as I pulled a stunned Laura into the room. As Sam shut the door she seemed to regain her senses and she attacked him with a hug.

She seemed to be so tightly latched on that he couldn't breathe, which was kinda worrisome. "What the hell?!" I heard Dean say from behind me, but I forced myself not to look. I took hold of one of Laura's arms, trying in vain to pull her back.

"Please, can't breathe," Sam gasped.

"Come on!" I whispered to Laura, "Let go! You'll kill him."

She looked at me, using our silent connection to tell me what she wanted. I held in a wince as I saw the "so going to rape him" and continued, "Fine, fine, later." Not that I was actually going to let her, but it was the only way to make her let go! "You can't do anything if he's dead."

With an almost sad nod she let him go and I quickly pulled her away as Sam started gasping in breaths. "Thanks."

I shrugged. "Chuck was looking for his biggest fan."

Laura nudged me and I knew that she was referring to the fact that Dean was in the room, but I could not look. I needed to get out the message first, at least.

"So, what, you're not our biggest fan?" I turned instantly toward the slight retort and my brain froze.

Dean!

"You're him!" I couldn't stop myself from saying the words, but I kept myself from passing out. Swooning like a fangirl- which I totally was, but still- would not help me here.

He seemed to realize by my frozen state where my thoughts were. "No shit, Sherlock," he muttered, then glanced at Sam for help. Just in case I pulled a Laura.

I shook my head once, quickly, to try to clear it. "I'm not going to attack you."

Dean watched me warily and nodded. "What's the message, then?" I knew what he wanted to say, tell us so you and your psycho friend can leave us the hell alone. I didn't really blame him.

I looked down at the floor and took a quick breath to clear my head enough to remember. "He said he had a vision. Michael's sword is on Earth. The angels lost it. It's in a castle on a hill made of forty-two dogs."

"Forty-two dogs…?" Dean's skeptical question broke into my concentration again.

I shrugged and grinned slightly when I met his eyes... beautiful green eyes… "That's what I said. It made no sense, but he said to tell it to you anyways. Good luck figuring it out."

"You're sure?" Sam asked, less skeptical but looking at me like I might've forgotten to mention the key to cracking the code.

I shrugged. "Wish I could help more, but that's all he said. Sorry."

"Well… thanks," Sam said, "for telling us at least."

"Yeah. I guess you probably want us gone now?"

Sam seemed to unwillingly glance at Laura before smiling sheepishly at me. His puppy eyes glinted and I felt Laura started rocking slightly on her heels. I tensed, ready for her to move, but she didn't do more than that. Thank God. "Well, we have research to do."

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. "Thanks for hearing us out. And um… bye, I guess." I pulled Laura to the door and looked back at them. I glanced at Sam, who I wasn't totally in love with; he was just awesome. So I didn't care really if he thought I was a freak. "Can I hug you?"

He looked slightly surprised. "Um… I guess?"

I hugged him once, just like I would have hugged any of my guy friends at school. "Sorry, but I'm still a huge fan. Just not as obsessed." I thought for a moment. "And not a Sam girl."

"Thanks, I guess." He looked like he was trying to figure out whether the fact that I didn't think he was the greatest thing in the world was a compliment.

I glanced at Dean. "See ya."

He grinned. "So you're a Dean girl?" I cocked my head slightly; why would he even have to ask? "What's your name, kid?"

"Oh, right. I'm Belle; my friend is Laura."

Speaking of Laura, she was starting to edge her way to Sam. I grabbed her arm, dragging her to the door again. "Later," I whispered. "Later." God I hope not, for poor Sammy's sake.

She smiled again and nodded, leaving first. Sam looked at me questioningly. "You don't want to know… but I suggest you move rooms."

He paled slightly and nodded. "Thanks for the tip."

I grinned. "You've got more to look out for then just demons. Tell Chuck to be careful exactly which fans he picks to tell you guys are real, ok?" Sam nodded, looking a mix of shocked and horrified. I could hear Dean choke out a laugh behind me.

I left, laughing slightly as well.

They were real. I was so going home to re-read all of the books….

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Yup, totally random. Drop a review if you want; it'd make me happy.