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A shiny black '67 Impala drives up to the Membrane household. Sam and Dean step out of the car and approach the house. Sam rings the doorbell. It is early in the morning. A now 16 year old Gaz is sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of her favorite cereal, Franken-Chokies. She still has the same cool purple spiked hair style that comes down to her shoulders, and is wearing her fitted black dress with grey sleeves, pink and black striped leggings, and black combat boots. She is about 5'3 now. Her white skull necklace is dangling above her bowl of cereal as she eats. Gaz growls as she hears the sound of the doorbell. She really doesn't like people bothering her, especially in the morning. She didn't move, she just kept eating her cereal. Now Dean rings the doorbell at least three times, annoying her further. She was getting agitated and slammed her fist on the table. "Dib! Get the stupid door!" She shouted in growing frustration. A 17 year old Dib is upstairs brushing his teeth. He is about 5'8 now. Dib still dressed in the same eccentric style, wearing his blue tee shirt with a smiling ghost on, black jeans, black boots, and long black trench coat. His hair also remained the same, it was short black hair with a long scythe- style spike in the front. "I'm kinda busy Gaz! You'll have to answer it!" He yelled back as he was trying to brush his teeth. Sam and Dean could hear the loud yelling as the waited outside. "Why? It's not for me, I don't talk to anybody!" Gaz yelled back. "Gaz, for the sake of humanity, please answer it! Unless it's ZIM or those Girly Rangers! Then DON'T answer it!" Dib loudly replied.
Sam and Dean are getting impatient waiting outside and hearing this bickering between the two siblings."Stand back Sammy, I'm about to kick the door in!" Dean said angrily. However the door flings open, only to reveal a short, angry goth girl squinting at them. "What"? She asked in frustration. However, she wasn't expecting to see two handsome guys at her doorstep, as she opened her amber eyes. One guy had short, light brown hair and hazel green eyes, and was at least 6 feet tall. The other had long brown hair, brown eyes and stood at least 6'4, maybe taller. Both were wearing suits. Both of the brothers held up their fake badges. "FBI!" Dean shouted. Agents Page and Plant-" but before he was able to continue his sentence he was quickly cut off by Gaz. "You're not FBI." She flatly stated in her usual monotone voice. This caught both brothers off guard. "Whoa, yes we are. Sam said to her defensively. "We're here to"- "Don't care." Gaz said casually as she cut Sam off yet again. "Dib! The "FBI" is here!" She shouted up the stairs to Dib. "Whoa! Really?!" Dib exclaimed in excitement. She turned her attention back to Sam and Dean. "If you guys are here to beat up Dib for being annoying, I get to watch" Gaz said as she smirked at them. Dib came running down the steps in excitement. "Whoa! Someone actually came to help me?!" Dib said in disbelief. "Hi, my name is Dib Membrane", he said excitedly as he held out his hand to shake Sam and Dean's. Dean shakes Dib's hand, and then Sam does as well. "We're with the FBI. I'm agent Plant", the taller man said as he pointed to himself, "and this is my partner, Agent Page", he said as he pointed at Dean. "We were in the the area and decided to investigate". Sam explained to the large headed boy in front of him.
"You made a lot of paranormal claims and reports", Dean said as he began his interrogation. "So let's start with the vampire story in the newspaper". "Oh, I already dusted him, no thanks to you" Dib flaty stated. "You ganked him"? Dean said in disbelief as he stared at the scrawny teen sitting on the sofa in front of him. "Assuming "gank" means kill, then yes" Dib replied. "Um, Dib, do you frequently stop the paranormal incidents in your town?" Sam questioned. "Well, if I don't, no one else will, and the town would have been destroyed a long time ago." Dib said with frustration, mostly due to the lack of smart, helpful people he's encountered over the years. "You hunt them? You're a hunter?" Dean questioned. "I was gonna say solo hero, but hunter works too." Dib proudly stated as a smile formed on his face. Gaz scoffed as she heard this sentence come out of her brother's mouth. Sam and Dean looked over at the goth girl. "How many times did I have to save you, dweeb?" Gaz asked rhetorically. "And all because you just had to have pictures of your stupid, paranormal junk." Gaz continued. "I need evidence, Gaz!" He yelled as he held up a photo of a weird looking vampire, another picture of said vampire trying to bite him, and last but not least, a picture of Gaz punching the vampire in the face, knocking him down. "This is evidence that these things exist and are out to get unsuspecting people! And evidence that I'm not crazy!" Dib shouted. Sam looked in astonishment, while Dean squinted at the pictures and then scoffed at what Dib had just said.
Dean did not like people exploiting the paranormal. It was better that most people remained ignorant about anything paranormal related, because it meant there was a far less of a chance that they would be put in danger. "So basically you're trying to get famous from snapping photos of paranormal creatures and posting them on the internet." Dean accused. "Yeah-No! No! The world needs to know these creatures exist! They need to know I'm not crazy! That I try my very best to protect Earth from danger!" Dib exclaimed as he jumped off of the couch. "Trust me, kid, the world's better off not knowing these things exist. That's when the real danger happens. More people will start looking for the paranormal, putting themselves and others in danger. It will cause a huge panic." Dean swiftly answered. "How is that any better? Letting people remain ignorant while obvious threats loom over them and they're in constant danger isn't better. They need to know so they can protect themselves. I can't save every single person, ya know?" Dib said in defense. The last part of his sentence struck a nerve with Dean, because much like Dib, no matter how much he and Sam tried to save people, (and they could save most) they couldn't save every single person. "Kid, believe me, the public is better off not knowing." Dean had angrily stated once again. Sam, changing the subject, began to ask, " You said you only ganked one vampire? Vampires normally work together in groups or nests." "No, I got two. They were disguised as paramedics so they could steal blood from unsuspecting victims. Those were the only two I found." Dib replied. Sam, who was intrigued, asked another question. "How many supernatural creatures did you hunt?" "Lots! Ghosts, vampires, pig- demons, werewolves, but my biggest problem is an alien!" Dib shouted. "The alien scourge has plagued our world for years, tormenting and terrorizing humanity! Constantly engaging in diabolical plans to rule us all and destroy Earth! He's a deadly and clever threat to us all! His name is ZIM!" Dib screamed as the word ZIM echoed through the quiet living room. Gaz smacked her head after hearing another one of Dib's rants about ZIM.
"We were actually looking into him. Going through some files about him when we came across the NASA PLACE footage and photos of the freak. It's weird, our kind of weird. That's why we came here." Dean said to Dib. "Really?" Dib continued his rant. "Look, although I was able to stop him from carrying out most of his plots, I never succeeded in actually eliminating him, so he just continues to plague humanity, plan and plot until he begins his reign of terror on Earth!" "Dib, did you hear what we just said?" Sam asked. "Listen, we're not really FBI." Sam briefly stated, earning an "I told you" remark from Gaz. "We're hunters. I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my older brother, Dean. We're here to help. We believe you, Dib." Sam said in a serious tone of voice. Dib's brain of course, had shut down for a moment. Nobody had ever truly believed him, especially anybody with an ounce of logic in their brain, or who was genuinely there to help. Almost everyone he knew was a complete idiot, and it came as a shock that two seemingly normal people believed him. So Dib didn't know how to react other than go off into another paranoid tangent.
"NO! YOU CAN'T BELIEVE ME! NO ONE EVER BELIEVES ME! THEY ALL JUST POINT AND LAUGH OR IGNORE ME! YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE, NOT ONE BUT, TWO NORMAL PEOPLE ACTUALLY THINK I'M SANE AND WANT TO HELP ME?! " Dib screamed at the top of his lungs. Dean said, "We said we believe you, but we never said "sane". "ZIM SENT YOU, DIDN'T HE?! YOU PROBABLY JUST HAVE YOUR BRAINS PROBED AND HE'S GIVING YOU COMMANDS!" Dib grabbed a lamp that looked like Professor Membrane, pointed it at the brothers and started waving it in their faces. "THIS IS A PLAN TO SABOTAGE EARTH'S ONLY HERO! YOU'LL NEVER WIN, ZIM! I'LL STOP YOU! I'LL"- SLAP! Dib's rant was cut short after Dean slapped him across the face in an effort to bring him back to reality. Gaz started to laugh after seeing the stunned expression on her brother's face. Nobody ever slapped Dib for having one of his crazy moments. Nobody besides her anyways. Others always let the insanity escalate or continue until he completely freaks out. But not today. Not if Dean Winchester had anything to say about it.
"Get a hold of yourself, man! We just said we're here to help! You do know what 'help' is right?! " Dean shouted at a dumbfounded Dib Membrane. "Yeah... it's just that, well... NOBODY EVER helps me." Dib told them with a look of confusion in his eyes. "Dude, you're really paranoid". Sam told Dib in the nicest way possible. "I prefer vigilant, but I guess I can be pretty suspicious at times. ZIM made me this way. All the years of him being evil and trying to destroy us all and what-not." Dib grumbled, trying to defend his sanity. Dib had every right to be paranoid though. Every time he turned his back, something incredibly stupid was happening to him or the world that required him to take immediate action. "Look, we specialize in ganking vamps, shifters, werewolves, ghosts. Anything supernatural. You name it, we gank it." Dean proudly told the Membranes. "Aliens?" "Do you have any experience with aliens?" Dib hopefully inquired. "Well, no. We never dealt with aliens before." Sam explained. "I specialize in dealing with aliens." Dib told the brothers. "Aliens are supernatural, I guess, so we're gonna help you. But we need some more info. We're gonna ask you some more questions about this 'ZIM'." Dean reassured Dib. "Of course! Ask away!" Dib said with excitement.
"When did ZIM first come to Earth"? Sam asked the all too eager paranormal investigator. "Six years ago. That's when this nightmare began. ZIM is a soldier from an advanced race of alien scum. He came from planet Irk, along with his crazy robot, on a mission to take over and destroy Earth! He's tried to take over or destroy human civilization so many times! And he would have succeeded too, if it weren't for me constantly thwarting his attempts!" Dib vented. It was nice to vent to someone who actually believed him and cared. "You never succeeded in killing him?" Dean asked. "Irkens are hard to kill!" I almost did kill him once on accident, but he made poor Gaz save his life." Dib continued. Gaz sighed angrily and loudly said "He didn't make me, Dib. I chose to help him." Dean formed a puzzled look on his face at the scary girl in front of him. "Why did you save his life?" He boldly asked her. "I don't know. I was bored that day, I guess." She sarcastically answered. "Really? You were just that bored you decided to help an evil lunatic?" Dean snapped back, curious to know what her answer would be. "Did he blackmail you, or try to hurt you?" Sam asked the girl. "No! It was six years ago. He was crawling on the sidewalk practically begging for my help, genius. I couldn't just let him die. So I helped him. Nothing more, nothing less." Gaz told the brothers. "Did it ever occur to you that he could have hurt you?" Dean asked the goth girl, who just started to give a defiant laugh to his question before giving an actual answer. "Yeah, right. ZIM's stupid, but even he knows better than to mess with me. Besides, he never really bothers me. Just Dib and the rest of the idiots in this town." The girl darkly smiled as she thought of all the dumb, weird things ZIM did to cause trouble for the stupid humans in her town. "It's true. The only person ZIM seems to fear is Gaz." Dib agreed. Gaz walked away from the conversation and headed up the stairway.
"So how did you almost kill him?" Sam asked. "It was when I dislodged his back pack or 'Pak' as ZIM likes refers to." Dib answered. "A backpack? You're joking." Sam responded in somewhat disbelief. "The Pak is ZIM's back up brain, in other words, his body is just something to carry his Pak around. The Pak is ZIM. It's his personality, his memories. But the Pak also makes him stronger, faster, smarter, able to heal broken bones in mere hours, not to mention it's loaded with high tech weapons. That Pak practically makes him immortal, nearly unstoppable. Combine that with his advanced technology, craziness, and evil schemes, and he's an unrelenting criminally-insane mastermind!" Dib tried to explain, which made the Winchesters have a baffled expression on their faces as they looked at each other. Dean starts to restrain a stifled laugh. "What's so funny?" A frustrated Sam asked his older brother. "Nothing...just that his worst, most undefeatable enemy is a high tech backpack." Dean confessed with a smile on his face. "Dean! It's not funny!" Sam scolded. "Ugh! Look, I know it sounds crazy, when you say it like that, but this is alien technology! What I'm trying to say is that ZIM is apparently cybernetic, if you even know what that means!" Dib tried to explain in frustration. "Sorry, we're new to the whole alien thing. We're trying to understand." Sam apologized. "So what you're trying to say is that ZIM is half tech-robot thingy, half alien person?" Dean said as he began to try to understand this weird explanation of the alien they would be going up against. "Close enough. Just wait until you see him. You'll understand what I have to deal with on a daily basis" Dib replied in frustration.
"All jokes aside, we saw the photos of ZIM, the NASA PLACE footage you stole. No matter how strange this case is, we do believe you and we are here to help." Sam told the boy. "You said that ZIM almost caused the world to end, the destruction of everything and everyone, but you stopped him You always stopped him. I understand." Sam began to explain, "We stopped the world from ending too, just not from ZIM." "What did you stop from happening?" Dib questioned as his curiosity was building. Sam gave a reluctant answer "The Apocalypse." "We stopped so much bad from happening to the world." Dean began to tell Dib, "Saving people, hunting things...it's the family business" Dean smiled as he looked over at his brother. "But me and Sammy always have each other's backs, since we were kids. You've been doing this by yourself, since you were twelve years old." Dean said to Dib. " Eleven years old, actually." Dib corrected. "That's the same age me and my brother started hunting. We've been doing this since we were kids." Sam said. "What got you guys into hunting the paranormal?" Dib wanted to know. "Our Dad, he was obsessed with it ever since our Mom died." Dean immediately answered. I take it your Mom and Dad don't know you hunt?" Dean asked him, almost accusingly. "Actually, my Mom died when I was just a little kid, and my Dad is always at work." Dib replied. "Sorry" Dean said as he felt bad for Dib. "It's okay. My Dad, he's obsessed with his work. When he is here, he just debunks everything I say, even if I have irrefutable proof. But that's just part of him being a scientist. Gaz is the only one that knows the truth. She's always been moody and dark natured, ever since she was a baby, but that's who she is. At least she supports my paranormal obsessions. Most of them anyways. Except for ZIM sometimes. Dad always told me to protect Gaz, ever since I was a child. It was always just me and Gaz against the world since we were kids. I don't know why she helped ZIM that day. Of all the people to sympathize with, and he's not even a person!" Dib vented to the brothers. "Gaz remind you of anyone, Sam?" Dean sarcastically questioned his brother. Sam looked over at him, he knew he was referring to him. He looked at him angrily and rolled his eyes. "No, Dean. She doesn't". He snapped. Sam turned his attention back to Dib.
"Hunting is no life. Don't you ever want to get out of it?" Sam asked the boy. "No. Never. Hunting these things is my life." Dib quickly explained. "Look, tell you what, kid. If we work together to stop ZIM, will you stop hunting the paranormal?" Dean questioned. "No, I like learning about the paranormal, and I get to save so many people because of what I do. I never once regretted getting into it, because so many people get to have lives because of me, and because of people like you guys. Although maybe I'll take a two week vacation." Dib said as he laughed. "Working together would be great though. ZIM will never know what hit him." Dib quickly added. "Does ZIM have any other weaknesses that we can use against him?" Sam inquired. "Well, his skin burns when it rains or comes into contact with polluted water, barbecue sauce causes him a painful allergic reaction"- "You're freaking' kidding me? Barbecue sauce can burn him?" Dean asked in partial disbelief. Dib sighed. "Again, this is an alien we're dealing with here, but yes, as weird as it sounds." Dib answered. "No, that's a good thing. I always keep some barbecue sauce with me. Just ask Sammy." Sam rolled his eyes and then nodded. Anything else about the freak?" Dean asked Dib. "ZIM has built up a tolerance to most Earth food somehow, like Bloaty's pizza and waffles, which I think is the reason he became taller. He reports to his leaders, the Tallest. " "The Tallest?" Sam said as he scoffed. "Yeah, for whatever stupid reason his leaders are just taller than everybody else. They judge people by height." Dib told them. "Well you'd rule that planet, Sammy." Dean said with a smile as he looked over at his very tall brother.
"And his base is heavily guarded" Dib continued, "Gnomes that shoot lasers are in the yard, he has all kinds of weapons. He has fake robotic parents, a little robotic moose, and a crazy robot sidekick that pretends to be a green dog." Dib explained to them. "Yeah, the green dog. We saw the photos." Dean told him. "Don't the neighbors ever notice a green dog with a zipper taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, or buying soda?" Sam questioned. "Most of the people in this city aren't very smart." Dib said as he shook his head. "Explains why they couldn't see through ZIM's piss poor disguise either." Sam blatantly stated. "Exactly! I've been saying that for years! Years! Wait until you see ZIM! The weird stuff he says in front of other people! It's blatantly obvious he's an alien! But everyone thinks he's just the weird green kid. Ugh! They're so ignorant and just choose to live in oblivion!" Dib began shouting. Gaz came back down the steps with a book bag in tow, walking past all of them. "Where are you going?" Dib questioned the scary girl. "To skool, duh!" She snapped. "OH NO!" Dib began to shout, "I almost forgot because of the two hour late start today! And because two people actually don't think I'm crazy! I'm gonna be late for the bus!"
The Skool bus stopped at the house for about three seconds and left as fast as it could before Dib could even come out. The bus driver always tried to avoid picking up Dib as much as possible. The large headed boy made her and the students crazy the whole way to Skool and back. "Not good! I need to be at Skool so I can keep an eye on ZIM! " He yelled dramatically. "Don't you drive?" Sam asked the large headed boy. "Yeah, but ZIM's battle mech robot crushed my car last week! And my Dad just thinks it was a meteor that hit my car! Dib screamed in frustration. "Don't worry, I'll give you guys a lift to Skool in my car." Dean offered as he opened the front door to reveal the impala that was parked in the front of the house. "Cool car." Gaz casually complemented. "But I'm taking my bike." She said with a proud tone in her voice. "Oh come on! Don't insult me." Dean began to complain to the girl, "You're gonna pedal a lame bicycle all the way to Skool instead of going in an awesome, classic car like 'baby'?!" "Baby?" Dib questioned. "He's in love with that car." Sam told Dib. "She's a bad ass car!" Dean said as he defended his pride and joy. Gaz scoffed as she said "I don't 'pedal bicycles', genius. I'm taking my motorcycle. I've only been driving bikes like these since I was eleven." She walked out the door and hopped on a black and flaming purple bike with skulls painted on. She swiftly took off as she headed for the dreaded place filled with nothing but idiots known as Skool. But before she would go there, she had a different destination in mind. Dean stared in a bit of shock and admitted "That is a nice bike. I'll give her that. She's been riding motorcycles since she was eleven?" "Come on, there's no time. If you drive me to Skool, you can come with me and you'll get to see ZIM for yourself. I cant believe two people who are actually cool believe me! And your car is so cool too!" Dib exclaimed. "We'll give you a lift, hop in." Sam told Dib. "Well, Sam, it looks like we're going back to Skool." Dean said half jokingly as they got in the impala and began to speed off.