A/N: Alright, its about time I had an update. What with Twilight winning practically everything at the MTV Awards and all. WHY they even were nominated is beyond me, since the movie stunk. Ah well, on with the chapter!

Several hours later, Dean and Sam were sitting in their motel room, eating McDonalds and surfing the Web.

"So what exactly is the Sue Spell?" Sam asked, eating his Big Mac ravenously and chewing with his mouth open. Dean, however, was eating his grilled chicken salad with dainty bites, careful not to scrape his teeth against the plastic fork.

"You remember when we found out Chuck was writing those book about us? And how some people were Sam/Dean fans?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I linked it to this website called Fanfiction. Apparently a bunch of people just go on it and write whatever they want. However, most everyone hates these things called Mary-Sues. They come in all types of forms, but mostly girls create a version of themselves, but with all the flaws removed. Or they're just really self-concious and withdrawn from everyone yet they somehow become the most popular kid in school overnight,"

"You mean like Bella?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, like her. And probably why I hate her so much is because she reminds me of that bitch who stole our Colt!" Dean said angrily, "but anyways, these Sues have the power to make characters in original stories bend in their favor. Which explains why you're acting more like me and how I'm a complete dork."

"Thanks," said Sam sarcastically.

"No problem," Dean smiled. Then, he looked down at his food, "Jesus, man! I've barely spent five minutes in Bella's vicinity and I'm already eating rabbit food!" Shuddering in disgust, he threw the rest of the salad in the garbage.

"But that still doesn't explain why Bobby wanted us to go after those vampires," Sam reminded him, throwing his food wrappers in the trash as well. Dean stared at him in shock and then punched him in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" Sam whined.

"Have you forgotten what Dad's taught us all our lives? We're supposed to hunt these creatures! And ever since we've come to this nutso town we haven't been acting like ourselves!"

Their argument was interrupted by a knock at the door. Striding over to it, Sam opened the door. Bella was with a moustached police officer, frowning at him.

"Oh hi, Bella! How are you?" Sam asked, the dreamy puppy-dog eye expression coming back on.

"I'm okay," she shrugged.

"Bella tells me that you two interrogated her after she nearly got run over this morning," said the man.

"We were just making sure she's okay. Ya know, being Good Samaritans and all," Dean said, flashing his pearly whites at him.

"I see," said the man, "well, I happen to be her father Charlie Swan."

"It's nice to meet you sir," Sam replied, shaking his hand.

"Well, we'd love to stay and chat, but we're a little busy at the moment," Dean said, beginning to close the door.

"Wait!" Charlie said, sticking his foot into the threshold, "maybe you two can swing by for a couple of beers on Saturday?"

"Dad, you barely know these guys," Bella stage-whispered.

"I wanna go! Please Dean, can we go?" Sam asked, acting like a kid who wanted to ride on the 25 cent carousel.

"Wait a minute, I thought you said your name was Harrison?" Bella said, raising an eyebrow at Dean. He gave Sam a dirty look that clearly said Thanks for blowing our cover. But if this girl was a Mary-Sue, maybe he could fool her.

"I meant that Harrison was my undercover name. My real name is in fact Dean."

"Yeah, whatever," she shrugged, turning their back on him.

"Just meet me down at the station if you still want a drink," Charlie called, following his daughter.

"We will!" Sam smiled. Before he could call out any further, Dean slammed the door. Immediatley, his brother seemed to return back to normal, rubbing his temple.

"I was under the Sue Spell, wasn't I?" he asked.

"Damn straight you were!" Dean growled, "and you're lucky her brain is the size of a pea or otherwise we could've had our asses in jail for impersonating an officer!"

"But you can't be arrested without a warrant," said Sam, "and besides, even if he did come into here anything he found in an illegal search wouldn't matter in court. I learned about it in law school."

"Well, that's a good thing," Dean said, exhaling in relief.

"Why?"

"Let's just say I made a stop at the video store. And--"

"Aw man, Dean!" Sam groaned.

"What? Its perfectly normal, Sam! And its all over the Internet anyway!"

Rolling his eyes, Sam put on his jacket.

"And where do you think you're going?" Dean asked.

"Obviously you want to watch those. But I'm going to do some more investigating for a few hours. So if you want to watch those, you better do it now."

Sam opened the door and then closed it quietly. Once he had left, Dean turned out the lights, pulled the curtains in, and padlocked the door. Then, he settled down, popped the tape into the VCR, and waited for the magic to happen.

A/N: Dude, it is so much fun to toy around with these characters. But I need some help figuring out exactly how Sam and Dean are going to meet Edward. So if you have any good suggestions, send them ASAP!