Heeeelllooo... I know, it has been too long, it has been forever, but I hope you didn't give up on me, because here I am. Belive me that I didn't forget about the parody or you guys, I just honestly did not have enough time to write. I don't want to make any promises, so don't hold this against me, but i think i'm going to have more free time soon.

Anyway, here is chapter seven, finally, I really really hope you'll enjoy it. :)

chapter seven- "Time to be professional. ish."

"I never meant to sleep with Emma's boyfriend, but you know how it is…" confessed Mandy while the three of them were sitting in her room. "You have a few tequila shots and the next thing you know you're naked."

"Tell me about it…" said Dean.

"I mean, if I had a second chance, I would never do that again. I realize now it was a mistake."

"Why, because you really loved Emma, and never meant to hurt her feelings?" asked Sam.

"No, because she's a psycho bitch that wants to murder me in my sleep, that's why!" said Mandy. "Gosh, Sammy, you're so sensitive sometimes."

"Hey," said Dean, "I'm the only one who can call Sam 'Sammy', so that the viewers can really see the change in our relationship and how much we've bonded in the crazy journey we've been having. Right, Sammy?"

"Right you are, Deano."

"Hmm… I don't recall that nickname, but whatever…"

"Look, Mandy, we know how to get rid of Emma, we have to perform this little ceremony, but we can only do it when it's dark, preferably at midnight," said Sam.

"Really?" asked Dean, "I didn't know the time mattered."

"It doesn't, but I thought is sounded better. Midnight, Muhahaha…"

"Please stop doing that," said Dean.

"Anyhoo, we have some hours to burn until night time, so… is there something you want to do?" asked Sam.

Mandy stared at Dean. She started drooling. No, I'm kidding, she wasn't drooling, but she would if she were a cartoon.

"Oh, no no no no, not yet, remember?" said Sam. "Not until the end of the episode, and not until I'm out of the room. Deal?"

"Whatever…" said Mandy, disappointed.

They spent the next few hours telling ghost stories, until Sam remembered they were supposed to get ready to the ceremony.

"Oh, man, now you remember? We only have a few minutes until the sun goes down! Emma should be here soon!"

"Don't panic, all we have to do is draw that star thing on the ceiling to capture her, and read those weird words from dad's journal to send her back to hell."

"What do we do if she gets here before we finish with the painting?" asked Dean.

"Umm… I don't know, ask her politely to wait a few minutes?" suggested Sam.

"Mandy!" said Dean, "do you have colors, or something we can draw with?"

"I have chalks."

"Of course you do. Well, that would work."

"Wow, what do all these symbols mean?" asked Mandy, looking at the drawing in their dad's journal.

"I have no idea, I just copy them whenever necessary… Sam?"

"Likewise."

Dean and Sam were halfway through the painting, when all the lights in the room suddenly went out. They stood there in the dark, looking around.

"Oh, sorry," said Dean, switching the lights back on, "I accidentally leaned against the power switch."

"Well, that was a scary moment… especially since you didn't finish the painting." said Mandy.

"Yeah, I'm sure the viewers are biting their nails right about now," said Sam.

Suddenly the lights went off again.

"Dean?" asked Sam.

"Not leaning against any walls, Sammy."

"Well, that can't be good."