Intro: This has been bouncing around in my head since Crazy Fangirl Becky was introduced to the show.
WARNINGS: Major crack! And one swear word.
I own nothing but a mysterious wooden box. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and Co. I'm just playing with 'em.
Sam didn't think it was possible. Dean just wanted them all to go away.
Both brothers looked over the huge group of Supernatural fans that had amassed to help them of all people. Determination was writ on all their faces, weapons in view and a just a hint of insanity in their eyes.
Sam turned to the leader.
"You guys don't have a clue what you're getting yourselves into."
Becky looked back with that scary intent look on her face and for once, she wasn't focusing out of some missplaced crush or delusion. She as just plain mad as Hell, and angry enough to raise it. Or, more accurately, fight it.
"We've all read the books," She began.
Dean interrupted.
"Yeah, you've read some books. It doesn't make you hunters!"
Becky shot him a glance for fierce that Dean forgot what he had just been arguing about.
She continued.
"We've read the books. We know what's in them is real. The world is a scary, sick, messed up place. But you know what?"
She walked right up to Dean and poked him in the chest. Not the creepy chest-grabbing thing she'd done when she first met Sam, but a hard poke to prove a point.
"We haven't exactly lived in a world of rainbows and bunnies either."
Becky held up a hand to stop Sam's forthcoming comment.
"We're pharmacists and police officers and lawyers and parents. We're latchkey kids and bulling victims and cancer survivors and orphans. We're fucking soldiers, Dean. And we're here to help you win this war."
The Winchester brothers looked out on the crowd and this time instead of seeing geeks and amateurs and outsiders, they saw an army.
Maybe they could use the help after all.
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Yeah, never going to happen but that's what fanfiction is for. Drop me a line if you liked it! Or hated it or whatever.