The Family Business 'Verse
Supernatural Season 10 - Episode 05 - Fan Fiction
"Heat of the Moment"
Act One
Christine Elliott smiled at the sight before her. Dean Winchester leaned over Baby's engine, tinkering on something. He faced away from her, leaving his fine arse deliciously on display. The motel parking lot was noticeably empty, save for the Impala and her dangerously attractive mechanic. She left Dean to tend to their trusty chariot while she went and grabbed them some coffee from the diner just steps down the road. Sam was still snoring away when she left, it was nice to be up before the younger Winchester. She and Dean watched the sunrise from the hood of the Impala, her wrapped up in his grey hoodie, and his strong arms. It was sweet, and she even let him kiss her for a few moments. She paused for a moment, shaking away the anxiety that arose when she thought of touching Dean. It was so good to have him back as himself. Demon!Dean was cured, but she was still having trouble shaking the monster's hold on their physical relationship. She sighed and ran a shaky hand through her long blonde locks. Forgiveness was a process, and she needed to keep taking steps in the right direction. Picking her way across the pavement, careful not to spill the piping hot contents of the cardboard drink tray, she let loose a catcall like whistle. That would at least get his attention and peak his interest.
Dean smiled as he heard Christine's shrill whistle. He shut Baby's hood and leaned against the front fender. Damn, it was good to be out on the road again. Sammy was still a little leery of having him hit the pavement so soon, but Christine, well, she was definitely all hands on deck. In the hitting the road and hunting again department, not so much in the "hands on" department. It was strange, she'd still joke and wrestle with him, but just the littlest thing would set her off, well, turn her off, actually. They spent the wee hours of the morning sitting on Baby's hood, watching the sunrise. He couldn't help himself, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed up against his. She didn't pull away until he had wiggled a hand under her tank top, smoothing along her hip. He could see the shame in her eyes. She was just as frustrated as he was. He could tell she wanted to forgive him, but the memories of his demon treachery were being quite stubborn. If he'd learned anything from the eight years they'd been together, patience, while not his style, definitely did pay off. Patient is what he'd have to be. He couldn't do this without her, definitely not still while he still bore the sun back lit her hair giving it an angelic glow, a sharp contrast to the black leather jacket she wore like a badge, paired with her biker boots and glittering nose ring. Hell, they definitely weren't twenty-somethings anymore, but damn, she was still quite the stunning woman. Sam emerged from the motel room, drawing his attention away from the beauty striding across the parking lot. Time to fill him in on the case they were going to check out.
Christine threw Dean a wink just before he turned to address Sam. He moved to the trunk and pulled out the newspaper he'd been reading while they watched the sunrise. 8 years ago, she would have never thought Dean would read the newspaper just for the hell of it. That was until she really understood what a great hunter he was, even back then. As she rounded the back of the Impala she heard Dean defend his find.
"There is nothing there to even remotely suggest there isn't a case. Boom!" Dean shot back, and Christine laughed. Dean was back to himself alright, as much as he could be anyway given the recent events.
Sam nodded gratefully at Christine as she handed him a steaming cup of coffee, "Come on, man." He rolled his eyes at Dean. He still wasn't convinced.
"Sam!" Dean exclaimed, "Out there, hunting. It's the only normal I know." He confessed, dropping the rifle he'd used the hold open the trunk into its usual place. He paused for a moment, surveying the trunk's contents. "We got work to do." He shut the lid.
Christine took the back while the boys rode up front. They stopped for food and gas, Sam found the number for the police department and got in contact with the local authorities.
"Why do I have to be the teacher?" Christine asked as they piled back into the Impala. "Either of you would be more believable." She shrugged off her suit jacket. "Sam would be a great substitute teacher."
"It's an all girls' school, Chris." Dean sighed, flicking his eyes to the rearview mirror, Lord have mercy...He thought as he watched her shake her hair out of the French twist she'd done at the motel, then back to the road. "All girls' staff." He cleared his throat.
Christine sighed, "Fine, Winchester." She began unbuttoning her blouse, "You owe me for this one." After adjusting her hair into a half up maneuver she began shucking off her top.
Sam was on the phone with the local police department, "Yeah, of course! Yeah, I certainly appreciate it. You got it. Thanks, officer." He hung up and turned to Dean. "So, the last place Ms. Chandler was seen by anyone was in the auditorium. Turns out she's the drama teacher."
"Ugh," Dean scoffed, watching Christine change her top in the backseat. She caught him looking and blushed. Damn, it was still incredibly hot he could still make her blush like a school girl. "Theater kids. Great."
"What?" Sam protested, "I was a theater kid."
"So was I." Christine piped up from the backseat. She struggled to right her tank top. They decided she should pose as the new substitute teacher instead of a fed. Now here she was, struggling to change into substitute teacher vibe, aka, lose the suit jacket and blouse for a tank and cardigan, leave the skirt and pumps. They pulled around to the auditorium and parked off to the side to avoid the hustle and bustle of school just getting out.
Dean tore his eyes from the delectable display in the rearview mirror. Following Sam out of the car, "Barely." He said to Sam, "You did Our Town, which was cool." He threw up his hand, "But then, you did that crappy musical."
"The - Oklahoma? Hugh Jackman got cast off of Oklahoma." Sam argued, nodding to Christine as went she on ahead into the auditorium.
Dean opened the backseat, extending his hand for Christine. She shimmied out of the backseat, pulling down her skirt and buttoning her cardigan. She kissed Dean on the cheek and smacked his ass. She squared her shoulders, and heaved a sigh. Then placing a supportive hand on Sam's shoulder, she strode towards the auditorium. He was fighting an argument he wasn't going to win, not with Dean-o.
"You ran tech, Wolverine." Dean quipped, pausing for a moment, letting Christine get a head start. She needed to report to the principle first, then they would sweep in and investigate.
Sam pursed his lips, "Shut up."
"If you gentlemen need anything else, let me know." Principle Salazar opened the door to the auditorium for the two men."Ms. Wesson should be able to direct you to Marie, our student director, if you have any further questions." She had just given them a short tour of the school and explained the situation with Sam's expert prompting, plenty of time for Christine to infiltrate the drama department.
Sam nodded with a smile, "Great. Thanks, Ms. Salazar." Dean nodded and they stopped just inside the auditorium. Christine was standing on the floor in front of the stage. She already had microphone in her hand. Damn, she was good at this job.
"Idjits,"
Both men stopped dead in their tracks. Only one man said that word, in that manner. They looked to the right, a young woman dressed in an outfit and beard that eerily resembled their late father figure said, "You, idjits." She paused a second, "You, are idjits." She seemed to be rehearsing lines.
Dean and Sam exchanged a confused look.
"Hey, ass-but!"
The cry drew their attention down front to where a young woman dressed in a khaki trench coat and wings held a flaming bottle prop. "Hey!" She cried again, "Ass-butt!"
A few notes sounded on the piano, and a young woman stepped out on stage, dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and work boots, just like Dean did when he wasn't in a monkey suit. Then she began to sing:
John and Mary, husband and wife
bringing home a brand new life
His name is Sammy, I'm big brother Dean
The perfect family, so it seemed
The demon's visits had begun
It believed Sam was the chosen one
It burned my mother, and it cursed my brother
leaving us in tears
On the road so far, yeah the road so far
we are in dad's car-
"Cut!" A young woman in a maroon beret shouted, getting up from her seat in the front row.
Dean stared horrified at the scene around him, ""What in the holy…."
Sam nodded, "If there is case... It probably has something to do with all of this."
"You think?" Dean scoffed. Christine was quickly making her way up the stairs after conferring with the actresses that played Sam and Dean, assuring them their performance was great. The girl in the beret and presumably her assistant were ahead of Christine and approaching the two men.
"Dammit." She swore under her breath. From the looks of it, Sam and Dean heard the little intro and were presumably as horrified as she was. Carver Edlund's published works were bad enough, now this little girl, Marie, had made up her own ending to the story. Little did she know the characters were right in front of her. She reached the boys just as they were pulling out their badges.
Christine locked eyes with Sam, and drew a finger across her neck, eyes wide, shaking her head. He got the message and stopped Dean from flashing his badge. Sam's eyes flashed to the stage where "Sam and Dean" were rehearsing the act of flashing their fake ID's around.
Sam shook his head slightly at Dean and pocketed his badge. "I'm special agent Smith. This is my partner, special agent -"
Dean looked like he was barely containing his rage, "Smith." He ground out, also pocketing his badge.
"Smith." Sam repeated with a nod, "No relation." He waved his hand aside.
"Agents," Christine stepped forward extending her hand to Sam. He took it with a nod. "I'm filling in for Ms. Chandler, I'm Ms. Wesson." She threw Dean a wink. He gave her the tight version of his usual flirty smile. He was beyond irritated.
Sam smiled and cleared his throat. "We're here to look into the disappearance-"
"There is no singing in Supernatural!" Dean burst out, shoulders heaving.
"Well, this is Marie's interpretation…" Maeve defended, squaring her shoulders.
Dean crossed his arms, "Hah!" He barked a laugh, "Well… I mean, if there was singing, you know... And that's a big if! If there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap -"
"Andrew Lloyd Webber." Christine corrected, trying to wrack her brain for a way to control this situation before it was too late.
"What?" Dean scoffed, giving her a look of bewilderment. Theater kids…ugh. He rolled his eyes.
"Well," Marie began, "You know, we do sing a cover of Carry On Wayward Son, in the second act." She smiled, sharing a nod with Maeve.
"Oh?" Dean said, suddenly intrigued by the redemptive quality of the song choice.
"Really?" Sam and Christine asked together.
"It's a classic!" Marie and Dean exclaimed at the same time. They both scoffed and rolled their eyes.
Sam sighed. "Right. Anyways. We're here to talk about the disappearance of Ms. Chandler. Any chance you two saw her, before she vanished?"
"Hum, yeah." Marie thought aloud, "She left around, like, what? 9:30?" She turned to Maeve, eyebrows raised. Maeve nodded.
Sam nodded, "Any idea where she would be headed at that time of night?" He asked.
Maeve spoke next, "A bar?" She offered, "Or a liquor store? Both?"
"Wow. Really?" Sam scoffed, taking a step back.
Marie sighed, "She had a nasty divorce, last year. Most of the time, she's sipping on her, uh, grown-up juice, or passed out. Usually, in that order."
"Yeah, well, I don't blame her." Dean piped up, "I'm gonna need fifty jello shots and a hose down to get this stink off of me." Christine was instantly grateful she was behind the girls, facing the two "agents." She hid her laughter behind her hand as Sam joined her out loud.
Sam laughed awkwardly, then cleared his throat as Maeve made a jump at Dean. Christine held her fast, as Sam tried to remedy the situation, " Maeve, right?" He asked, "you're the stage manager?"
"And I understudy Jody Mills." Maeve answered with a nod.
"What?" Dean asked, his face the epitome of 'I've had enough of this crazy shit.'
"That's great!" Christine cut in, stepping between Dean and Maeve, giving Sam a desperate look. "That's great. Jody Mills, that's great."
Sam agreed with a nod."So!" Sam continued to prove why he was truly a Winchester, "How about you give me a behind the scenes tour, while your director shows my partner Ms. Chandler's office?" He asked, "Deal?" Both girls nodded. Sam sighed with a soft smile, "Great." He locked eyes with Christine, then said to the girls, "Give us a moment, please."
"Ok." Marie nodded, taking Maeve by the arm, retreating back towards the stage. Christine started to follow, but Sam called out to her.
"Uh, Ms. Wesson," He said, clearing his throat. "Would you mind joining Agent Smith and Marie in Ms. Chandler's office?"
Christine turned her back on the stage, "Not at all, Agent Smith." She said loud enough for the girls to hear as they rejoined the stage crew. She continued to approach the two agents. "Why don't I see if there is any coffee available in the kitchen and then we can continue with your investigation?" She asked, passing them and holding the door from the auditorium to the hall open for them.
"Sounds great, Ms. Wesson." Dean said tightly, passing through the doorway, Sam in tow.
Before she joined them in the hall, she clicked on the microphone in her hand on. "Marie," She spoke into the mic, "Why don't you run the next scene, beginning at mark 2. I'll return in a moment."
"Thanks Ms. Wesson!" Marie exclaimed, turning to her assembled cast. "You heard her, places everyone!" Christine clicked the microphone back off, and joined Sam and Dean in the hall. She continued past them into a small "breakroom" of sorts that held an industrial coffee machine and small water cooler.
Dean chuckled at the enthusiasm Christine showed for the kids and the play. Obviously they were all a little spooked that a play based on 'The Winchester Gospels' sprung up seemingly out of nowhere. Still, it was interesting to see this side of her. Usually He was trying to pry this side of her out of the darkness that encompassed their lives. It seemed his best friend was back, if only for the moment.
"I'm gonna throw up." Dean murmured when Sam closed the door.
He gave Dean a sour look. Then his face brightened, "I mean, I gotta say, it's kind of charming." He took a breath, "The production value and the …" He locked eyes with Dean, "No?" He shook his head, "No, no. I'm gonna check for EMF. You look for…"
"Cursed objects." Christine finished for him. "There's a whole prop table full of Baby's trunk throw up." She offered each of them a styrofoam cup. "Here's to our weirdest one yet, boys." She gave them a wink, adjusting her fake glasses on her nose. Then she tried unsuccessfully to tuck a loose curl back into her bun, stomping her foot in annoyance.
"Let me," Dean said smoothly, setting down his cup on the counter.
"I'll go meet up with Maeve." Sam excused himself, "I'll tell Marie to meet you two in Ms. Chandler's office." He closed the door.
Christine could feel the blush she'd been holding back under Dean's heated gaze threaten to creep up her neck. "Dean," She started to say, but lost the words when she found him suddenly very close to her. She gulped and let him adjust her hair.
Dean stepped into Christine's personal space with practiced ease. He gently reached up and tucked the stray curl back into place. "There," He murmured locking eyes with her. He took a breath, "You okay?"His smirk deepened, "Ms. Wesson?"
Christine flushed, "How was I supposed to know you'd two go all "Die Hard" on me?" She teased, fingering his shirt collar, adjusting his tie. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Agents Smith and Smith, no relation." She imitated, earning a chuckle from the hunter. "Just like, 'Johnson and Johnson-"
"No relation." Dean finished for her. "Yeah, too bad, just goes right over their heads." He sighed, palming his jaw, "I mean, c'mon! They're doing a freakin' play about us, and we just happen to show up?" He exclaimed, "And, they don't even remotely register how eerily similar their characters and story are to the people right in front of them?"
'Yeah," Christine agreed. "For once I'm glad we're going unnoticed." She shrugged with a sigh, "Let's get a move on, we need to meet up with Marie, or she will get suspicious and actually start to figure it out."
Dean nodded, taking a final sip of his coffee, banking the cup off the wall into the trash can. Then he dropped a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"Focus," She murmured, shooing him out of the alcove, back into the auditorium.
Marie was waiting for them at the edge of the stage. Dean boosted himself up onto the stage, then turned and offered his hand to Christine. "We've just finished running the first two scenes." Marie sighed, "Went pretty well, now we're just working on blocking." Dean pulled Christine up onto the stage with a little more force than she was expecting, causing her to collide with his body in a way that wasn't entirely appropriate for public display. Dean cleared his throat as he released her with a wink. Students were definitely staring. Christine just nodded her thanks to Dean and smoothed down the front of her pencil skirt before turning to Marie.
"Fabulous, my dear." Christine praised with a nod. "Let's show Agent Smith to Ms. Chandler's office, shall we?" She gave 'Agent Smith' a wink and motioned for Marie to lead the way. Marie nodded and led them backstage.
"Ms. Wesson?" Siobhan called from her place beside Baby. "Could you help us with the pacing again?" She asked.
Christine nodded, "Sure." She turned to Dean, "I'll be right back."
Marie led Dean off stage, past a prop table. He took the opportunity to scan the contents. "How did you get all this stuff?" Dean asked, watching Christine with the two young woman playing Sam and Dean across stage.
Marie smiled, "Some parts homemade, some parts repurposed. All of it, awesome." She noticed how Agent Smith's eyes continued to follow Ms. Wesson as she worked with Siobhan and Maggie.
Dean reached for the fake rifle and tried to cock in. The plastic gave an alarming screech. Marie snatched it from his hands and set it down on the table. "Don't. Please, don't."
"What are they doing?" Dean asked, motioning over to where Christine and the girls were.
"Oh! Hum, they're rehearsing the B.M. scene." Marie answered with a smile, crossing her arms.
Dean thought for a moment, "The bowel movement scene?" He asked trying to suppress his smile of unease. Christine was making her way back over to the prop table, he gave her a polite nod.
"No!" Marie exclaimed, catching Dean while he checked out Christine, again. A small smile played her lips. "The boy melodrama scene!" Christine swallowed the laugh bubbling up in her chest, as Marie continued,"You know, the scene where the boys get together, and they're driving, or leaning against Baby-"
"Drinking a beer, sharing their feelings…" Christine cut in, she'd just heard Marie explain this concept when she first witnessed the scene earlier that morning.
Marie nodded, "The two of them, alone, but together. Bonded. United. The power of brotherly-"
"Why are they standing so close together?" Dean cut in, motioning to the scene before them.
"Hum…" Marie thought dramatically, making Christine roll her eyes, "Reasons."
Dean heaved a sigh, "You know they're brothers, right?"
Marie scoffed, "Well, duh." She pursed her lips, "But….subtext."
Dean uncrossed his arms, "Why don't you take some substeps back there ladies?!" He shouted at the pair leaning against the remarkably well made Baby prop.
Siobhan and Maggie looked at Marie who shrugged her shoulders and the girls awkwardly put a few paces between them.
"Uh, Marie?" Christine asked, breaking the awkward tension between director and unknown inspiration. "Would you accompany us to Ms. Chandler's office now?"
Marie swallowed, squaring her shoulders, "Sure, Ms. Wesson."
The trio arrived at Ms. Chandler's office. The first thing Christine noticed was the overwhelming amount of liquor bottles, empty of course, strewn throughout the office. "Guess the girls didn't exaggerate," She murmured, motioning to the array of bottles, locking eyes with Dean as he picked up a robot's head.
He gave Christine a small nod, then cleared his throat, "Is this hers?" He asked turning to face Marie.
"No! That's a prop from act two!" Marie exclaimed, taking the cardboard prop from Dean's grasp. "I've been looking for that, actually." She set it down on the desk.
"There's no space in Supernatural." Dean stated, a little calmer than he had when he challenged the musical aspect of the show. Christine gave him a wink. He was doing better. If he didn't remain calm, he was going to blow their cover.
"Well, not canonically, no." Marie shook her head, "But, this is transformative fiction."
Christine smirked, "You mean,"
"Fan fiction." She and Dean said together. Christine remembered when she discovered Fan fiction in the first place. There were some rather steamy accounts of her and Dean and a few that added Sam into the mix. Not that she'd ever read them, of course.
Marie waved them off. "Call it whatever you like, okay? It's inspired by Carver Edlund's books. With a few embellishments. But, as you know, Chuck stopped writing after Swan Song. I just-" She shook her head, leaning against the cabinets behind Ms. Chandler's desk. "I couldn't leave it the way that it was! I mean, Dean not hunting anymore, living with Lisa?! Sam and Christine, somehow back from Hell, but not with Dean? So, I wrote my own ending."
"You wrote your own ending. With spaceships?" Dean asked. Christine motioned for them to return to the auditorium. Dean nodded, and let Marie go on ahead of them, leading the way.
Marie nodded, "And robots. And some ninjas. And then," She turned dramatically as they arrived back to the stage. "Dean becomes a woman." Dean scoffed. Christine snickered. "It's just for a few scenes!" She exclaimed.
"Alright, Shakespeare. You know that I can actually tell you what really happened with the-the Sam and Dean?" Dean prompted. Marie seemed a tiny bit interested, but kept her eyes on what was going on around the stage. They were transitioning from the BM scene to the scene with Castiel just before Dean and Christine get thrown five years into the future.
"Don't forget, Christine." Marie said, "She's my favorite. Always keeps Sam and Dean together when they're too stubborn to admit they need each other."
Christine shot him a look of warning before she loped across stage to help wheel the Baby prop off stage. Just because these girls seemed to be thick when it came to seeing what was right in front of them, didn't mean they could spill the beans just yet. They didn't even know if there was a case here yet. She rejoined the pair to hear Dean finishing up his explanation of the past five years of their twisted lives.
"Wow…." Marie nodded, locking eyes with Christine. She just shrugged a little, turning her attention to Dean.
"Yep." Dean confirmed, winking at Christine.
"That is some of the WORST fan fiction that I've ever heard! I mean, seriously, I don't know where your friend found this garbage. I'm not saying that ours is a masterpiece, or anything, but geez! Ha! I'll have to send you some fic links later."
"What are they doing?" Dean asked pointing to where Siobhan and Kristen were embracing, still in their Dean and Castiel costumes.
Marie pushed up her glasses, "Hum...kids these days, call it hugging." She quipped with an eyeroll, crossing her arms.
"Is that in the show?!" Dean asked, a little alarmed that his character was macking on the blue-eyed angel.
"Oh no, Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life." Christine piped up, placing her hand reassuringly on Dean's arm.
Marie nodded, "Yeah," She cleared her throat, "Although, we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two."
"Sorry, what?" Dean asked, crossing his arms, still looking at Sioban and Kristen suspiciously.
"Oh, it's just subtext." Marie soothed, then continued with a grin, "But then again, you know, you can't spell subtext without...s-e-x."
"Okay," Christine stepped between agent and director, "I'm on my way out for the evening. Why don't I show Agent Smith out while you conclude rehearsal, Marie?" She suggested, taking a few steps toward the stairs. Marie nodded, giving Agent Smith a pointed look. She'd been catching him staring at the new substitute teacher all afternoon..
Dean looked visibly upset, but caught Marie's look. "Sure," He said gruffly. He gave Marie a nod, then went down the steps and started up the aisle towards the exit.
"Thanks Ms. Wesson." Marie sighed, "I'm glad you get the creative nature of this endeavor, unlike some people." She gushed for a moment, then cleared her throat, speaking lowly so just she could hear, "You know, you remind me a lot of Christine Elliott-"
Christine's eyes widened in shock. Dear God, if their cover was blown..."I don't know about that, Marie. I-" she began.
Marie cut her off. "You do. Agent Smith over there seems to think you do too." She giggled.
Christine's eyes flew to where Dean loped off too. He stood halfway up the aisle, hands casually resting in his pockets, his eyes focused intensely on her form. He realized both women were looking at him and he quickly looked away, pretending to study the ceiling for a moment.
"Case and point." Marie murmured. Maeve rejoined them. Sam motioned for Dean to join him as he exited the back of the auditorium. He gave Christine a wave. It was definitely time to scram.
"Yeah, um." Christine stammered. "Look, I better go. Not sure if I'll be your sub tomorrow. Good luck with the show, break a leg." She gave Marie a smile and dashed after Dean who was slowly making his way up the aisle again towards where Sam disappeared.
The sunlight blinded Christine momentarily as she caught up with Dean, causing her to take in a face full of monkey suit. "Easy there, tiger." Dean chided with a grin, reaching out to steady her.
Sam looked like he was contemplating something. "I don't understand."
Dean threw his arm around Christine as they walked towards the Impala. "Me neither."
Sam shot Christine a wink. Oh no. "I mean, shouldn't it be...Deastiel?" He asked, leaning against the car.
"Really?" Dean scoffed, "That's your issue with this?"
Sam smirked, "No, of course it's not my issue." He took a breath. "You know….how about Sastiel? Samstiel?"
"Christiel? "Christine chimed in.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, that's good, or-"
"Ok, alright." Dean cut in. "You know what?" He pointed between the two teasing hunters, "You're both gonna do that thing, where you just shut the hell up. Forever." Christine and Sam both laughed.
"Look, Dean." Christine sighed, "No EMF. No hex bags. None of the props are even remotely hinky."
Sam sighed, "Other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I got nothing. You?" He turned to face Dean.
He scrubbed a hand down over his face. "In Ms. Chandler's office, there's just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's just probably face down in a bar, somewhere. Or a ditch." Dean sighed, "Alright, so what?" He asked, "This-this all...this whole musical thing, everything it's...it's all a coincidence? There is no case?"
"Unless you're seeing something we're not, no, Dean. There's no case here." Christine answered.
"Ok." Dean groaned. He wasn't convinced, but he seemed to be outnumbered.
"Castine?" Christine asked Sam over the roof the vehicle.
"Shut your face!" Dean looked around, as if the world knew what the hell they were teasing him about, "Get in the car!"
Sam and Christine laughed, and slid inside the Impala. Dean followed suit and they roared out of the parking lot.
From the author's desk...
Hey there SPN family! So glad you decided to join me for this adventure. Fan Fiction was a fantabulous episode. As a theatre kid myself, I enjoyed this playful romp, probably more than the average bear. *wink, wink.
Heat of the Moment - Asia - this song is quite beloved in our little fandom, and I thought it was perfect to describe what Christine is feeling throughout this episode.
I thought including my OFC would be extremely challenging, but I have to say it was easier than I anticipated, and super fun to boot!
As always, its great to hear from you, the dearest reader. Without your feedback, the muse goes hungry!
Thank you for the honor and privilege of being a part of this amazing fandom.
xoxo
Lumora the White