A/N: So, my friend, let's call her Fanfictionista, had an idea for a story – Brilliant really! And so, I must note that though I have written this story and am in the process of writing this story, the original idea is hers. Together we plotted the skeleton for this story and she has privileged me with using her editorial gifts on my submissions.

This story is set in Season Two between Simon Said and No Exit. It is canon. This story brings together the awesomeness that is Supernatural and the horror which a nation of voyeurs can experience on The Bachelorette. It features Dean and Sam Winchester.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Dean and Sam Winchester, but thank you Kripke for birthing these boys – we love you for it! I do not own The Bachelorette. We do, however, claim all other characters in this story as our own.

PROLOGUE:

Dear Diary,

I am going to start from the beginning.

A year and a half ago, Cate and Anna thought it would be a good idea to submit an application on my behalf to The Bachelor. Having been my best friends since grade three, they were concerned about the fact that I hadn't found a man yet. Bless them, really. I was only 24 at the time, the world wasn't ending. But, the reality is they submitted the application and I was chosen, to my utter astonishment!

Ryan Wexler was an amazing guy! And I actually made it to the final four. But, because I wanted to stay true to my principles, I left after that particular date night. I couldn't come to terms with spending the night with a man who had three other girlfriends. I understand the concept of The Bachelor, but being intimate with more than one person contradicts my understanding of how relationships work and what I believe I deserve in a partner. Am I wrong in this? Because I never understood how a person could, um, be with several people at the same time? If Ryan had loved me, he would have respected me for that stance, right? He would have had me stay instead of allowing me to leave of my own volition. Maybe I am a prude? But, I think this will serve me well? In the end, the reality is that Ryan let me go, and a year later, I see that that was for the best. But, the reason I write this entry is not to reminisce about his rejection, but to re-visit those days leading up to my leaving The Bachelor.

You see, Diary, I have been chosen to return as this year's Bachelorette. I had wrestled over the offer, not sure if I wanted to put my love life on public display again. But, those devils who sit on my shoulder (namely Anna and Cate) wouldn't let it go. So, I figured, one more shot and then I can blend my way back into obscurity, where I would prefer to live out my days. It wasn't just the public purview that had me concerned it was what had happened to Chantrell Kapowski, Kerry Dennison and Jennifer Richardson that really has me worried. Those were the oddest three weeks of my life.

Let me explain:

Chantrell, was probably one of the sweetest people I have ever met. She was your quintessential southern belle. Given that she was sweet and one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, it was easy to see why a few of the girls were smitten with her as well. But, I digress, it was about week four, and Chantrell had been chosen to go on a one on one date with Ryan. While she was applying the finishing touches to her make-up the girls who were left behind on this particular evening were having a chin wag in the living room. About ten minutes before her pick up, we heard Chantrell screaming from the upstairs bathroom. We all jumped and ran upstairs. To our astonishment we found her, arms flailing violently while she ran in circles. It took us a few minutes to realize what the issue was: her face. In the place of what had been a Clinique cover girl cover page was a massive hard red and black mask; what looked like….a scab. Her mouth was partially covered so we had difficulty in understanding what she said. But we found out later that it was in fact, technically a scab that had grown over her entire face. She had been rushed to hospital and survived, but was required to undergo about 20 facial surgeries. All of the girls who were left were freaked. There had been no explanation as to why this had happened to Chantrell. Indeed, could there be? But, the show, in the interest of the viewing public (and I am sure a small profit) declared it would continue on and wishing the very best for Chantrell.

Now, having one weird-o incident happen, okay, I guess we can give the universe a pass on that, but two? Next was Kerry Dennison, Ryan's obvious favourite choice on the show. And why shouldn't she be? A nice farm girl from Iowa, an animal vet and family oriented; really what Ryan should have gone for instead of the snobbish socialite Amanda Wentworth. I think for those two it was the fact that both their last names started with Ws that was the final sign they were 'meant to be.' I think they have broken up now. I could have called that! Again, rabbit trail, sorry – back to Kerry. Well, it wasn't a date day or anything like that, but when Kerry had woken up about a week after the Chantrell incident, she couldn't move her legs. Her feet and knees were swollen to unbelievable sizes. As a nurse I was pretty sure it was gout. Everyone else thought I was crazy, because "don't only gross old men get gout?" some Einstein from Florida had asked me. As the day progressed Kerry's wrists and hands swelled up as well. They brought in a doctor who, funnily enough diagnosed her with gout! Hmph! Told you Einstein! What was strange is that gout is linked to diet and Kerry was a vegan – health freak, really. Low sodium and lots of fruit and veg. She should never have been a candidate for gout? Again – weird!

Right, that's not it though Diary. This one is weird too, and a little scary, let me explain. I had made pancakes for myself one morning about two weeks after Kerry left for hospital. I felt like them and offered to make them for others. The three of the remaining four ladies all declined; watching their waist line or some garbage like that! I'm not sure where Jennifer was when I offered. So, I made up my grandmother's recipe (to die for – literally as you will find out). Sitting at the island counter in the kitchen about to take my first bite, Jennifer walks in and has the nerve to say: "Are you sure you need those Gordon?" I couldn't stand that bitch, she was so snooty. An up and coming actress (she thought) who was biding her time as a PA for some Hollywood studio before her big break.

"My name is Paige," I reminded her, though I knew she knew that and was just trying to get a rise out of me. Bitch!

"Sorry, Paige," she emphasised my name, "But, with your, shall we say Monronesque figure, the last thing you need are carbs, Dahling." She was so pretentious. I was still baffled why Ryan kept her here.

The thing is Diary, she got to me. I have always been a healthy girl, size 12-14 was always my lot. I have curves, boobs and an ass, so sue me. And I liked to eat. But skinny minney over there got me. I felt insecure and overly large standing next to her. I stopped with the fork and placed it back on the plate.

Jennifer looked at me, "Oh, you're not going to eat that? Let me," she said with a smirk. Before I had a chance she grabbed the plate from in front of me and started chomping on my grandma's pancakes. As I watched her my anger turned to horror as she dropped the cutlery and started stuffing the pancakes into her mouth. She stuffed all 15 pancakes in. She looked at me with wild eyes then. I could tell something was off. She pushed past me to the refrigerator and flung open the door. She grabbed whatever was in sight and stuffed it down her gullet. I was in utter shock, I have never seen someone so crazed before. I didn't know what to do. I screamed for the other girls. I needed back up.

"Jennifer," I said, "Jen, what's going on? Don't you think you should stop?"

She turned to me eyes darting back and forth, hair stuck to her face and laden with food bits. Her mouth was covered in some sort of cream and green vegetable protruded from her mouth. She waved a raw piece of beef at me and growled. She turned from me to stuff the raw meat into her mouth.

Yah, something was definitely off.

I ran at her to grab her, hoping the other girls would back up that move. As I reached around her to get a hold on her she struggled trying to wrest her arms from underneath mine. Man she was strong for a skinny bitch. We stood wrestling like that for what seemed hours until Jen stopped and went limp in my arms. I backed up to lay her gently on the floor. When looking at her I could see her lips were blue and her eyes glazed. You are kidding me, I thought. I pressed my index and middle finger to her pulse – nothing. I started to remove the half masticated meat from her mouth to see if she was breathing. Nothing…at that point the other girls came running in on the scene and within seconds were screaming holy hell.

Later, we were told the cause of death was from a burst stomach. Jennifer had eaten herself to death. It was then I knew something wasn't kosher. Jen was not an over-eater, she had always been controlled around food. To eat herself to death in the span of 15 minutes was unthinkable.

So there we have it. Two off-coloured accidents and one death on a show that is meant to bring love to the nation? Diary, have I made the right decision to return? I think giving love another shot is a good idea and Cate and Anna will kill me if I back out now! But I swear to Zeus, there was something 'other-worldly' going on. Truth be told, I am scared. Those pancakes that Jen ate were my pancakes. That could have been me? Was I the real target? If I go back will I be targeted again?

I've spoken to Jason Hutchins, the assistant producer on the show and he has assured me that all precautions are being put into place. I don't know, I've called Mom and Charlie, they say I should go for it and not to worry. I'm not so sure…