I walk into a comic book store, dressed in my FBI crap, and smile. Places like this brought back so many memories of me and Sam as kids, not wanted on hunts with dad and Dean would come in here. We'd hide behind isles and read because we couldn't afford to buy any. We'd get thrown out more often than not. We walked towards the man behind the counted who looked uncomfortable

"Uh, can I help you?"

"I sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw and Harper" We flashed him our fake badges "Just need to ask a few questions"

"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam asked

"Like what?"

"Well, other tenants reported flickering lights" Dean said

"I don't think so, why?"

"What about any noises?" I continue "Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"

"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" he said, becoming skeptical

"What about cold spots?" Sam said, ignoring his question "Feel any sudden drops in temperature?" The guys face split into a grin

"I knew it!" he exclaimed "You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Dean asked, bemused

"You're fans" he grinned

"Fans of what?" I almost laugh

"What is LARPing?" Dean said

"Like you don't know" he said, smiling at our confused expressions "Live Action Role Play! And pretty hard core too"

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about" Dean said, brows knitted together

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... "Supernatural." Two guys and their hot sister (I shift uncomfortabley), use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve, Jade and Dirk? Uh, Sal, Jenna and Dane?"

"Sam, Jordan and Dean?" Sam says

"That's it!" he grins

"You're saying this is a book?" I say, feeling very self concious

"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following. " He walks over to the Bargain Bin, Sam, Dean and I following "Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah" he mumbled to himself, rumaging around and pulling out a book "That's the first one, I think" he hands it to Dean, who reads off the blurb

""Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths.""

"Give me that" Sam says, grabiing the book "We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you've got."

Later when we're back in the motel, I'm sprawlled out on Sam's bed, a good 10 copies of 'Supernatural' sitting around me.

"This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean says, the book he was reading was titles Route 666. I was currently skim reading Every Body Loves A Clown.

"You got me" Sam stated

"Thisis just crazy" I say mostly to myself "I mean this one has The Roadhouse, Jo and Ellen, everything"

"Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to – to me having sex. I'm full-frontal in here, dude" Dean says, getting up to look at Sam's laptop. I sigh, slamming shut Everybody Loves A Clown and pickinh up one called Heaven and Hell. I quickly shut it again when it mentions how I feel about Cas. I cross the room to my brothers.

"How come we haven't heard of them before?" I ask

"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one – "No Rest For The Wicked" –" he says, pushing the laptop to face us "Ends with you going to hell"

"I reiterate. Freaking insane" Dean says, shaking his head "Check it out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"

"Yeah" Sam says uncomfortabley

"Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says "the demon story line is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic." Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it."

"Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better."

"There are "Sam girls" and "Dean girls" and – what's a "slash fan"?" I read off the page

"As in... Sam-slash-Dean. Together." Sam says and I choke back a laugh

"Like, together together?" Dean asks, looking scandalized

"Yeah"

"They do know we're brothers, right?"

"Doesn't seem to matter" Sam says and I lose it, laughing so hard my sides actually hurt

"We got to find this Carver Edlund" Dean says, giving me a look

"Yeah, that might not be so easy." Sam says

"Why not?" I say

"No tax records, no known address. Looks like "Carver Edlund" is a pen name"

"Somebody's gotta know who he is"

It was the next day, we were meeting with the publisher of Supernatural, she was young and pretty, with half of her her dyed blonde, half brown. She looks eager but appears both a little nervous and somewhat skeptical of our intentions.

"So you published the "Supernatural" books?"

"Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books... You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know – "Doctor Sexy, M.D."?" she scoffs "Please"

"Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series." Sam says through gritted teeth

"Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again."

"No, no, no, no. God, no." Dean splutters, Sam and I give him a look "I mean, why – why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and all"

"Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones, because Dean was so... strong... and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in – In "Heart," when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help. And when Jordan discovers that Ross is dead on the case she was working to protect him, gah" she says, getting really emotional "Gosh... if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings."

"Real men?" Dean asks, raising his eye brows

"I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?"

"Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny"

"How do I know you two are legit, hmm?" she leans back in her chair, giving us dirty looks

"Oh, trust me. We, uh... we're legit." Dean says sarcastically

"Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys." She says, folding her arms

"No! No, no, no. Never." Sam stammers "We – We are actually, um... big fans"

"Hmm. You've read the books?"

"Cover to cover" I smirk

"What's the year and model of the car?" she asks

"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala" Dean says, smirking at the question

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my – Uh... that's Sam's birthday." Sam stutters

"January 24th is Dean's." Dean adds

"And Jordan's is December 11th" I chip in

"Sam's score on the LSAT?"

"One... seventy four?" Sam says, having to think about it

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's "Ramble On" and "Traveling Riverside Blues.""

"Jordan's favourite place?"

"The river that runs about a half mile behind Bobby's house" I say "She goes there sometimes in summer to swim"

"Where is her scar?"

"right leg, got it carved up by a hell hound"

"Okay. Okay." the publisher smiles "What do you want to know?"

"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asks

"Oh, no. I – No. Sorry, I can't do that" she shakes her head "He's very private. It's like Salinger"

"Please. Like I said – we are, um... (he unbuttons his shirt, cringing a little, to reveal his demon-protection tattoo) ... big... big fans."

Sam gave Dean and I looks, cringing I pulled up the hem of my shirt slightly to reveal the tattoo on my hip.

"Awesome. You know what?" she smiled, she turns around and hikes up her skirt, showing us something not child freindly "I got one, too."

"Whoa. You are a fan" Dean says, looking away from her.

"Okay" she says, scribbling something on a pad of paper "His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off."

I sat in the back seat of the Impala as Chuck's house came into view. I wasn't too sure I wanted to meet him. Besides he probably knew everything, had he been stalking us? Did he know about how I felt about Cas? I shuddered as we approached the fron door, my brothers traded souldful looks before Dean pressed the door bell with forceful.. determination. A few seconds later, a short, unshaven man in pajamas came to the door.

"You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asks

"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the "Supernatural" books?" Sam adds

"Maybe" he says, obviously uncomfortable "Why?"

"I'm Dean. This is Sam and Jordan. The Dean, Sam and Jordan you've been writing about." Dean says and gets a closed door in his face. I jam my thumb into the doorbell again and he opens the door back up.

"Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." he says, trying to close the door, Dean slams his hand into it to stop it closing.

"See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." Dean says, shoving open the door and entering the house, Sam and I follow.

"Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny." Chuck says, getting worried

"Damn straight it's not funny" I say, getting pissed off myself

"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it" Sam says more kindly

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked

"What? No. I'm a writer." Chuck said, flustered.

"Then how do you know so much about demons?" Dean sais, advancing on him so he falls back on to his couch. "And Tulpas, and changelings?"

"Is this some kind of "Misery" thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a "Misery" thing!" Chuck said

"No, it's not a "Misery" thing. Believe me, we are not fans!" Dean growls

"Well, then, what do you want?!"

"I'm Sam. And that's Dean and Jordan." Sam said, becoming short himself

"Sam, Jordan and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!"

"Fine!" I snap "If we're not real" I grab the front of his pajamas, pulling him form the couch with extreme force. He seems surprised at how strong I am, I drag him outside and to the Impala. Where I then proceed to open the trunk, revealing our guns, salt and all our hunter crap. I look over at his shocked expression.

"Are those real guns?" he said shifting uncomfortabley

"Yep. This is real rock salt and these are real fake ID's"

"Well you guys really are my number one fans" he said awkwardly "That's, that's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house"

"Chuck stop." Dean said impaitently.

"How much do you know?" Sam said, rounding on a squirming Chuck

"Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals? I asked

"Wait a minute. How do you know about that?"

"the question is how do you?"

"Because I wrote it" I stammered

"You kept writing?"

"Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that – Did Phil put you up to this?" i rolled my eyes

"Well it's nice to meet you. I'm Jordan Winchester and these are my brothers Sam and Dean"

"The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down." he said, eyes widening at us.

x

I'm sat on Chuck's kitchen counter, pouring him another whiskey as Sam and Dean try to convince him that he's not god. I roll my eyes as he downs another round. He's talking about how he wrote himself into his latest book, that he met his own characters in it and I had to take a shot of whiskey myself for it all to process. Chuck sighs, rubbing his forhead in the same way I do. I was completely exhausted, I hadn't slept in days and i really couldn't be bothered with this crap right now.

"Please don't yell at me" Chuck said, I look up at him

"Why do i get the feeling there's something you're not telling us?" Dean says skeptically

"What wouldn't I be telling you?" Chuck asked, confused.

"How you know what you know for starters" Dean said, getting angry

"I don't know!" Chuck defended "I just do!

"That's not good enough!" Dean throws Chuck into a wall "How the hell are you doing this?!"

A gust of wind brished my face and Castiel was standing there, appearing from no where as per usual.

"Dean let him go!" he said, Dean released Chuck and turns to face Cas "This man is to protected"

"Why?" I ask, his eyes flicker to mine

"He's a Prophet of the Lord"

"You...You're Castiel... aren't you?" Chuck stumbled

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work" he said, picking up a book and flicking though it

"Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer." Deand said

"Did you know about this?" I asked Chuck softly, he seemed taken a back by my sudden niceness but relaxed. he stumbled to an armchair, pouring more Whiskey as he did so.

"I, uh, I might have dreamt about it." Chcuk stumbled

"And you didn't tell us?!"

"It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness." Chuck said, gulping down the whiskey

"Does he decide our fate?" I asked Cas quietly, he shakes his head.

"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word."

"Like the new testament?" Dean asked, raising his eye brows

"One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel."

"You have got to be kidding me" Chuck and Dean said in unison

"I am not... kidding you." Cas said, confues, I just smiled at him. he was cute when he was confuesed. Shut up Jordan.

"If you'd excuse me" Chucks said, disappearing upstairs, still clutching the whiskey bottle.

"Him? Really?" I said, raising my eye brows at Cas

"You should've seen Luke." he replied and I snorted half heartedly

"Why'd he get tapped?" Dean asked

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command"

"Very" Cas replied

"That's very helpful" I mumble "Listen Dean" I said, he turned to me "This is a little out of my depth, I think I'm just going to go back to Bobby's"

"Alright" Dean sighed "You got the buses right?"

"I can take her" Cas said, I looked over at him.

"See you in a few days?" Dean said, looking at me starnly

"Yeah" I nod

"Okay, baby girl" he smirked as Cas put a hand on my shoulder. I blinked and Bobby's house was sitting in front of me. I smiled, it was like home.

"Thanks Cas" I breathe

"You're welcome, Jordan" he said, lips twitching into his half smile, I push up on to my toes, kiss his cheek. Smile at him and head for Bobby's front door.

Alrighty-roo, since the last chapter was so short I decided to extend this one, you're welcome ;) the usual drill guys, review, favourite follow and hence forth :3 new chapters coming-almost daily now! -Char xo