Sam opened his laptop, anticipation coursing through him. He clicked the button with his posts, scrolling down to the one he'd made about Destiel.

He looked at the notes.

Sixteen! He'd gotten sixteen notes!

Sam grinned, taking a moment to admire that number. His very first original text post had sixteen notes.

Then he went back to his dash, beginning to scroll. When he spotted a post about Wednesday, he laughed. He remembered the joy and relief he'd felt on that Wednesday, after all the Tuesdays, and tagged the post accordingly.

He continued to scroll, and that was when the little message notification popped up. He clicked it, and found an anonymous message. An anon! He'd gotten another anon!

He read it, just slightly creeped out by the content. This message reminded him of something Becky would write. "I love you so much Sam. I'll find you Sam. I'll figure out where you are Sam. I'll come for you Sam. I'm gonna get you Sam. You'll see me very soon Sam. Be ready Sam."

Still, Sam was flattered. He'd gotten a message! He only had seven followers, so it wasn't like he expected to get messages. But this... this was very exciting!

He hesitated, not sure how he should answer it. It was pretty creepy. Finally he settled on, "Thanks, I think. Who is this?"

Sam answered the message, and was just heading back to his dash when Dean sat up. He asked blearily, "Dude, what are you doing?"

"Tumblr," Sam answered simply.

"No," Dean responded immediately. "Get off that thing and go get ready, we've got a case."

Although he didn't want to do that, Sam knew Dean was right. He stood up and went to shower, then he and Dean headed to a small restaurant for breakfast.

The waiter came to take their order, and Sam knew that this was a golden opportunity. He looked at the waiter's black shoes and red laces, and said, "I like your shoelaces."

To Sam's disappointment, the waiter just replied with a confused "Thank you..?"

Sam just shook his head. "Sorry. Never mind."

Soon their food had arrived, and the two hungrily started in on their breakfasts. As they ate, Dean explained the case. Several people had been spotted in two places at once. Their eyes had glowed on the security cameras and everything.

"How'd you know about it?" Sam asked.

"An old friend of Dad's called me," Dean explained. "He said he'd been having a hard time tracking it down."

"So... we go find some witnesses?"

"Sounds-" Dean began, but was cut off by a booming voice. A big, bald man with a round, cheerful face approached the two. "Dean! Sam! Haven't seen you two in years!"

"Hey, Frankie," Dean replied. "I was just telling Sam about the case."

Frankie waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. I've got it all cleared up."

"Really?" Sam asked, before Dean could speak.

Frankie nodded. Sam saw Dean reach into his bag, probably for the silver utensils they'd brought along just in case, so he kept Frankie talking. "What happened?"

"I was so damn confused by that shifter - he kept mixing me up - but I went over the tapes again and finally found his pattern. I got him!" Frankie smiled. "Wasn't so hard, once I'd figured him out."

Dean had replaced the silverware, so Sam offered, "Why don't you join us?"

"Don't mind if I do," Frankie responded, taking a seat. "I hear this place has really good omelets."

He signaled for the waiter, and was soon drinking a steaming cup of coffee and recounting the events of the past few days. "I figured out it was a shifter pretty fast," Frankie explained. "All the evidence pointed right to it. But the attacks, everything he did, was completely random. Turns out it was going for members of a group that donated money to libraries. I don't know why." He shook his head.

"One second," Frankie then said. "I've gotta run to the restroom."

His food arrived, and Dean immediately sprinkled quite a bit of salt on his eggs. Sam poured holy water into his coffee and water. They hurriedly put everything away, so that he wouldn't become suspicious.

When Frankie returned, he dug in. Sam and Dean watched closely as he picked up his fork, but nothing happened. He took a bite of his eggs with no negative reaction except to say, "Mm, salty." He drank his coffee and his water, and didn't appear to have any problem.

Once they'd paid, Frankie said, "Thank you boys for coming down here. I really appreciate your help. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Dean shrugged. "Happens," he answered.

Sam was just glad that he could get back to his laptop, and Tumblr. He'd barely managed to post anything that morning, and was worried about losing followers. He also wanted to know if the person had replied.

"So, Dean," Sam said, as they drove back to the hotel, "there's a kind of weird blogger who messaged me."

Dean rolled his eyes, but asked, "Yeah?"

"They sent this kind of creepy message about loving me and coming to find me."

"Sounds like Becky." Dean's expression grew worried. "You don't think-"

"No, at least, I hope not," Sam answered, but he wasn't sure.

"Maybe you should quit using that-" Dean began, but Sam interrupted.

"I'm not quitting Tumblr unless we find out for sure that it's Becky!"

"All right, all right," Dean said, putting up a hand. "Point taken."

They returned to the motel, and Sam went straight to his laptop. He opened Tumblr and checked his messages. Sure enough, there was another anon.

"You cannot escape me Sam. I am getting closer Sam. You can feel my presence Sam. I am even closer than Castiel Sam," he read aloud.

"Seriously, Sammy-" Dean tried again. Sam cut him off once more.

"This isn't a good enough reason to quit, Dean. It's probably just some random weirdo on the internet."

Dean shrugged, walking away. Sam returned his attention to Tumblr. "I appreciate your dedication," he typed. "Please tell me who you are."

He posted it, then checked his activity. He hadn't gotten any notes on his reply to the last message, but that wasn't too surprising. It wasn't tagged, after all.

When Sam scrolled back up to go to his dash, he was surprised to see that he already had another message. This one read, "I am here Sam."

Sam was really starting to get creeped out at this point. He wasn't sure what to do, or how to respond. Finally, he shouted, "Becky? Are you in here?"

Dean turned, alarmed. "What the hell, Sam?"

Sam just pointed to the message, and Dean said, "Ask if it's Becky and then get the hell off that site."

"Is this Becky?" Sam typed, and posted it.

"Now I really think..." Dean started.

"You might be right," Sam conceded. "But just give it a second. Maybe they'll reply."

Sure enough, another message popped up, this time from kinda-fallen-angel. "Haha sorry it was me," Sam read.

"The people on there are weird," Dean muttered, flopping back down on his bed.

Sam looked at the post, not really sure how to respond. So it probably wasn't Becky. But it could be Becky... he wasn't really sure. "Oh, okay," he typed, then hesitated. He wasn't sure if that was quite right. He added "You had me a little worried there." and posted it.

Then he went on a nice long reblogging spree, complete with the usual tagging, before Dean ordered him to pack up his stuff so they could hit the road.

A/N: Um. Yep. Chapter four. I did really enjoy writing it, as usual. Tumblr!Sam (yes, I'm making that a thing) is entertaining. So yeah, hope you enjoyed.

And as I do every chapter, I'm gonna beg you to review. It doesn't have to be a big long thing. A sentence, or even a few words, is fine! Please. I appreciate reviews so much.

(Also, I figured out the ending. I'm not sure how long I should continue this for. If you could let me know what you think, that'd be awesome.)