"Dude, what the hell?" Dean demanded, letting out a groan as he rolled over onto his side. He glanced at a clock. "It's four-freaking-o'clock."
Sam managed to tear his eyes from the glowing laptop screen. His Tumblr dash filled the dim room with blue light. "I'm reading."
Dean grunted, rolling back over and putting a pillow over his head. His muffled "Whatever." was barely audible.
Sam got back to blogging. There was just so much to see. After a few failed attempts, as he'd tried to find a URL that wasn't taken, he finally settled on i-am-sam-sammy-i-am. Then he fixed up his blog and started following people.
Sam couldn't help himself: he kept reblogging things. If it caught his eye, he posted it. Ridiculous scenes. Deep realizations. Destiel.
He was fascinated by Destiel.
After Dean's reaction, Sam was certain that something was going on between Dean and Cas. So he had become a Destiel shipper, reblogging all kinds of posts about how perfect the pairing was.
Of course, to most people, Sam wasn't actually real. None of the events on Supernatural were real. He and Dean were just fictional characters, living in a fictional universe. That was a little weird.
Still, the whole Tumblr idea was very exciting. He couldn't seem to stop himself from scrolling and posting, adding weird tags to everything, and the hours passed. When morning came, Sam had spent the whole night blogging.
Dean had nothing to say the next morning. He just shook his head when he saw Sam still at his computer. His expression was, as Tumblr had so accurately put it, "100% done."
"What are you even doing?" Dean asked, once he'd gotten ready. He approached Sam, looking over his shoulder.
Sam pointed to the post on his screen. "Let's make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr," the caption said. Beneath it was a somewhat ridiculous picture of Dean.
"Are you kidding me?" Dean muttered. "You spent the whole night doing that?"
"Dean," Sam said, "it's the most reblogged picture on Tumblr." He scrolled down and pointed to the notes.
Dean's eyes widened as he saw the number. "Is that-"
"Almost twelve million," Sam confirmed. "People like you."
"Well," Dean said slowly, "I guess... well, maybe that Tumblr thing has some good to it."
Sam laughed, then closed the laptop and stood. He stretched, then went into the bathroom to get ready.
Sam bought a newspaper in front of the small-town diner, and after he'd ordered his breakfast, started to read.
"See anything?" Dean asked, as Sam idly wondered if he'd have any more followers when he got back. He hoped so.
"Yeah," Sam responded. He pointed to a small article on one of the last pages. "Middle-aged guy with a perfect life, no sign of any problems, throws himself off a bridge."
"That could just be a freak incident-" Dean began.
"He's the fifth this year," Sam said.
Dean shrugged. "I guess we could check it out."
Sam stood up to leave, but Dean stopped him. "I wanna get some pie."
Sam stared at him. "You just had breakfast."
Wordlessly, Dean pointed to the pies in the diner's display case. They all looked perfect and delicious.
"All right, fine," Sam said. "I'll wait in the car."
Once Dean rejoined him, eating a slice of pecan pie, they drove off. Time to go talk to some witnesses.
Several hours later, they'd heard from several sobbing widows. They'd all claimed that their husbands had never had a reason to commit suicide.
They did, however, learn that all five men had worked as managers in a chain of fast-food restaurants. Dean was excited by the prospect of investigating there, and bought a burger before they'd even gotten started.
it didn't take long to discover that a guy in his early twenties, Daniel Martin, had worked at all five restaurants. He'd been shuffled around, never working in one restaurant more than a few months. Then he'd died in a horrible fryer accident.
"Why do you think they kept moving him?" Sam asked, as they stood before the fryer than had killed the young employee.
Dean shrugged. "Guess we should go ask some witnesses."
It turned out that Daniel had seen some shady business between the five managers, and they'd been blackmailing him to keep him quiet. But when he'd had enough, and was ready to tell the police, they'd arranged a workplace "accident."
"Did Daniel have any special connections to Daugherty Bridge?" Sam asked, naming the bridge that all five men had fallen from.
"It was his favorite place," she answered. "It was where he went when he needed space to think."
Sam and Dean exchanged a knowing glance. "Thank you," Sam said. "And where is Daniel buried?"
The sister gave him a strange look, but answered, "The cemetery just up the street. If you turn left out of the driveway, you'll see it."
"Thanks," Sam said again. "I think that's all we need to know."
"I'll be right there, Sammy," Dean told him. "Go ahead."
Sam headed outside, and leaned against the sleek black side of the Impala to wait for Dean. His brother soon came outside, and Sam didn't miss him pocketing a slip of paper.
"Tell me you didn't just get her number."
"I didn't just get her number," Dean answered with a straight face.
"Yes, you did," Sam answered.
"All right, you win," Dean said. "She's hot!"
Sam rolled his eyes, getting into the car as Dean walked around to the driver's seat. "Her brother just died."
"That was over a year ago," Dean answered. "She seemed okay. You're one to talk, anyway. That whole thing with Amelia..."
Sam glared at him. "I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now."
Dean looked utterly confused, and he said nothing. Soon they'd reached the cemetery. Sam helped Dean get the shovels, salt, kerosene, and lighters from the trunk, then headed out to find the grave.
Sam shone his flashlight around, illuminating the darkness. Night had fallen while they were talking to Daniel's sister, and with it had come brief but heavy rain. The ground was soggy, and digging up the grave would not be fun.
After a few minutes, Dean called, "Sammy."
"You found it?" Sam asked, to which Dean nodded. He looked down at the grave. Daniel Martin.
"Great," Sam said. He handed Dean one of the shovels and got to work.
A lot of effort and mud later, the two looked down at the coffin. They wrenched the lid open, exposing the skeletal body inside.
"All right," Dean said, dumping salt and kerosene on Daniel. "Let's gank this sucker."
He lit the lighter and dropped it into the grave, watching as the flames reared up. Soon they'd finished and covered the grave once more. Tired and muddy, they returned to the car.
Back in the motel room, Sam opened up his laptop. He gasped when he spotted it: he had a message! Quickly, he clicked the little red notification. It was anonymous, and said simply, "Ur funny lol ok. U be sam."
Sam hesitated, not sure how he should reply. Finally, he typed out, "I am Sam. I'd post a selfie, but Dean's asleep and if I turned on a light he'd probably kill me."
Grinning, actually grinning, he decided that it was perfect. After reading over it one last time, he clicked "Post."
A/N: Well, here's chapter two. With a case, because if the whole fanfic was completely about Tumblr then it would probably get boring. After all, we have Tumblr for reading about Tumblr, right? (Or something..)
Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review!
(If you were to look into i-am-sam-sammy-i-am, you would find that it is real.)