Disclaimer: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the OCs you can read the previous episodes.

The Real Ghostbusters

Sam looked to the back seat and saw Kayla with her phone flipped open. She seemed relatively calm considering the text they'd gotten from Chuck. It read: Life or death situation and gave an address. They'd been driving for ten hours at full speed to get there.

"You're not worried about Chuck?"

"Um, a little." She was texting. "But you have to remember how overdramatic he is, a life or death situation could mean he needs you to open the mayonnaise jar."

"Well since we're both in the car and Cas doesn't text…" He snatched the phone away from her to see the name at the top. "Oh." He quickly tossed the phone into her hand and pretended not to be interested. "You really don't think it's anything?"

"You never know."

Now Dean wanted to know. "Who are you texting?"

"I'm answering a text from Dominic." She answered nonchalantly. "He asked if we had any leads on Lucifer's location."

"And?"

"And we don't. That's what I told him. He said there's something big coming up but he doesn't have all the details yet. He'll let us know when he does."

"I see he's being useless as usual." He pressed the accelerator to the floor.

Kayla closed the phone. "I guess." There wasn't anything for Dean to be mad about, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be. He wasn't Dominic's number one fan.

The impala finally came to a screeching halt outside a country looking hotel. Dean stopped mid-run when he saw the line of sixty seven impalas in the parking lot.

"Dean, come on." Sam urged him.

They ran towards the entrance and found Chuck pacing outside.

"Chuck!" Sam called as they caught up to him. "There you are."

He looked up, seemingly surprised to see them. "Guys?"

"What's going on?" Dean asked, ready for a fight.

"Um, nothing, you know just kind of…what are you guys doing here?"

Dean stared at him. "You told us to come."

"Uh…no I didn't."

"Yeah you did," Sam insisted. "You texted me. This address, life or death situation…any of this ringing a bell?"

"No, I didn't send you a text."

"We drove all night!"

Kayla nodded. "Wow, it was even less of an emergency than I thought."

"I'm sorry, I just don't understand what could of…" He paused. "Oh no."

"What?" Dean shot at him.

"Sam?" They all looked to see Becky on the porch. "You made it!" She screeched with giddy excitement and ran over to them.

"Oh, um, Becky, right?" He tried to be polite.

"Oh." Her demeanor was suddenly serious. "You remembered. You've been thinking about me. It's okay, I can't get you out of my head either."

"Did you take my phone?" Chuck asked her.

"I just borrowed it, from your pants."

He shook his head. "Becky."

"What? They're going to want to see it!"

"See what?" They said at the same time.

"Oh my God…I love it when they talk at the same time!" She squealed.

"Hey Chuck, come on man show time!" A man called from the door.

Chuck looked terrified, and mortified, all at the same time. "Guys, I'm sorry. For everything." He followed Becky inside.

They all exchanged looks and went inside. As soon as they walked through the door, a portly man, dressed exactly like Dean greeted them.

"Hey, Dean, lookin' good." He chuckled.

"Who the hell are you?"

He turned around, a little insulted at his rudeness. "I'm Dean too, duh." He walked off.

Next someone dressed as a scarecrow, no, the scarecrow to be exact. The same scarecrow they fought years ago, the case that brought them and Kayla together.

"Uh oh, it's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now." He laughed. "Have fun you guys."

They stopped to have a look around. The main room was filled with people dressed as Dean, Sam and Kayla, not to mention some Bobbys and the hunters at the roadhouse, along with the monsters they'd hunted. Tables were stocked with cups and t-shirts with pictures of the Impala and Supernatural logos.

"Becky. What is this?"

"It's awesome!" She chimed. "A Supernatural convention. The first ever."

They were afraid. Very afraid. Everyone was ushered into the conference room, where one of the staff stood at the podium. They stood in the back with Becky as everyone quieted down.

"Welcome everyone, to the first annual Supernatural Convention. At 3:45 in the Magnolia Room, we have the panel, Frightened Little Boy, the Secret Life of Dean."

"Aww that's sweet." Kayla whispered. Dean was not amused.

"And at 4:30, there's the homoerotic subtext of Supernatural."

Really not amused.

"Oh! And of course the big hunt starts at seven pm, sharp."

Everyone cheered at that.

"But right now, right now, I'd like to introduce the man himself. The writer and creator of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!"

They cheered again and Chuck came onto the stage, looking less than enthusiastic. He stopped at the mic. "Good, this isn't nearly as awkward." He cleared his throat several times. "Dry mouth." He reached over and took a drink from a bottled water. "I guess, questions?" He pointed to one of the raised hands.

"Hey! Mr. Edlund, big fan, wow. Okay I was just wondering, where did you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?"

"Oh uh…" He looked back to see them waiting expectantly for his answer. "It just came to me. Hookman." Chuck took the next question.

"Uh, yah." The man stood up. "Why in every fight scene, Sam and Dean having their gun or knife knocked away by the bad guy. Why don't they put it on some kind of bungee?"

"Yeah, I really don't know."

"And why can't Sam and Dean tell that Ruby is evil? She's clearly manipulating Sam into some sort of moral lapse, I mean, it's obvious."

"Hey!" Becky walked towards the front. "If you don't like the books, don't read them!"

"Okay! Let's just…it's okay." Chuck smiled nervously and they sat down. Hands went up again. "Yeah, um…you."

A man dressed like Sam stood up. "Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell, so, what happens next?"

"Oh, there lies an announcement. You're all gonna find out. Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're gonna start publishing again." The group gave him a standing ovation while Dean, Sam and Kayla just stared in disbelief. There goes their private lives again.