Authors Note: Okay, I know I'm suppose to be working on 'Only Child', but when you watch Sammy die and Dean go insane(All Hell Breaks Loose), we need to get some revenge, don't we? Well, I say it's time for the boys to meet our favorite creator, Kripke! (who, unfortunately owns Supernatural. L)

As Dean drove down the road in the old 1967 Impala, thinking of nothing other than how to get Sammy back…

'Wait. What the hell? Who is that!' Dean suddenly shouted, trying to turn around in the small cab of the Chevy.

…Dean was so preoccupied that he didn't hear the narrator?

'No, I can hear you pretty well. Wait, narrorator?'

Damn it Dean, just ignore me, okay? I mean, how do you know I'm not just a voice in your head.

Dean pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed-dial.

'Bobby?'

'What?' Bobby replied, still a bit angry at Dean, but trying to be understanding.

'What the hell is that?' Bobby exclaimed.

Dean didn't listen to Bobby, though, and hung up the phone. 'See? Your not a voice in my head. Now who the are you, really?'

If I tell you my name, will you shut up?

'…fine.'

Okay, my name is Eric Kripke. You happy now? Of course you are. I mean, I'm giving you your brother back.

'Eric What? Wait…you are?' Dean asked immediately stopping the car.

Kripke. And yes, now just ignore me and go back to going to the cross road demons!

'Fine.'

Good. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. As Dean drove down the road in the old Impala…

'1967 Impala.'

In the old 1967 Impala, thinking of nothing then getting Sammy back…

'Actually, I could go for a burger. Mourning makes you really hungry.'

You know what, just shut up. You're here.

'Oh. Okay.'

Dean gets out and opens the trunk, grabbing a box and the goes to work.

'Hey, you basically control this universe, right?'

Well, yeah, I guess.

'Then why do I have to dig the hole.'

It's your brother.

'You created him. Wait…you killed him?'

Well, yeah.

'…you…killed off…my brother?'

*swallows hard* Yeah…

'Oh, forget the demon. Get your invisible, in the sky ass down here! Now!'

Why should I?

'Do you really want to know what I'll do to you of you don't?'

I suddenly appeared down by Dean.

'Good,' said Dean, pulling out a fully loaded gun. It wasn't the gun that made me wet myself a bit, though. It was the look of pure anger, murder and sadness, agony in his eyes. Well, mostly anger and murder. 'Now, how about you bring my brother back.'

And Sam was next to Dean, alive and healthy.

'Dean, what did I miss?' asked Sam looking confused. 'What the hell?'

'Well, this son of a bitch controls our lives. Whatever he says goes, literally.'

'Dean…'

'Yeah, Sam?'

'Lets make his death slow and painful.'

Shit.

And so our story ends with our boys in a old 1967 Impala, driving down a country road, happily planning the slow death and torture of Mr. Eric Kripke. Kripke was in the back, mouth sewn shut, magical powers useless.

'What the hell? Another voice?'

'Dean…is she next?'

'I don't know…'

Listen, you won't kill me, because I can make your life hell. And you can't stop me. Your in a computer and I am typing, so you are powerless. But I'm not that mean.

'Dean…maybe we should listen to her.'

'Do we have a choice?'

And so here our story ends, Kripke being tortured and the boys doing whatever I type. *laughs evilly* I love being an author. (again, I own nothing but the plot. J I hope you liked it!)