Okay, so this is all in good fun. I invite you to fantasize alongside me as I expose my deepest, darkest fangirl desires through the character of Fangirl.

Oh, and the theme this chapter is caramel.

I NEED ANOTHER THEME! REVIEW, LEAVE ME A GOOD ONE, AND FANGIRL MIGHT IMPLEMENT IT!

Remember, there resides in each of us a Fangirl. Nurture her. Toodles, and enjoy!

Somewhere in the roomless, abandoned warehouse a water pipe dripped steadily. Sam and Dean were tied to concrete-sunk posts, facing each other, about ten feet apart. They woke up around the same time, nodding heavy heads into consciousness.

"What the - ?" croaked Dean.

"Ow," groaned Sam, his temples pounding.

"Ooh, ditto. What happened?"

"She must've pumped gas into the van."

"Gah, how'd she get ahold of knock-out gas? Wait. Why..." Dean began to struggle in earnest. "WHY THE HELL AM I NAKED?"

"Gross. Ugh." Sam averted his eyes. "Excellent question." Thank God the ropes around his brothers waist protected his dignity.

"One that I intend to answer," echoed a voice from the shadows beyond the single bare light bulb. "In graphically delicious detail." Into the light strode a girl of teenage years, wearing flared-leg jeans and a black tank top that said 'Forget Princess, I Wanna Be A Winchester' across the chest. Her dark brown hair was in sexy, loose ringlets.

"You are bereft of clothes, Dean dear," she cooed, leaning down to the naked Winchester's ear and tracing a finger down his bare pectoral. "Because I fangirl for your body, and Sam's soulful being."

"You what?" queried Sam, struggling hard against his bonds. Dean was looking very uncomfortable.

"I fangirl," repeated the teen with a maniacal grin. "In fact, that is my name: Fangirl. Ever since I saw the first Supernatural episode, I have been fangirling for both Winchesters. Alas," she cradled her heart. "You both have captured my love."

"Oh, God," whispered Dean cynically.

Fangirl reached down and yanked his head back by the hair. "So I decided to fangirl you each for different reasons, so as to evenly distribute my affection."

"What do you want from us?" ground out Sam.

She laughed again. "In time, Sammy. In time. So strap yourselves in, boys," she said, releasing Dean's hair and procuring a bottle of caramel sauce from her back pocket. "It's gonna be one wild night."

Dean locked wild, desperate eyes on his younger brother. "Be strong, Sammy."

"You too, bro."

"Aw, way to go, Winchesters," cheered Fangirl as she cracked the seal on the bottle of caramel.

The first tendril of stickiness fell on Dean's hair. "Yuck!" the older Winchester said. "Girl, you are all kinds of crazy. Christo!"

"Not possessed, Dean, baby," she cooed, smearing the caramel through his hair. "Except by love."

Sam redoubled his efforts. He should have listened to his gut when they first started seeing the signs of stalking. He should have insisted on packing them both up and getting out of Dodge. His memory ran back to the previous week's hotel, where he and Dean had had their first taste of the dreaded Fangirl...