A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while! I've had some personal health issues, but hopefully I'll start uploading more chapters on a regular basis soon.

The Impala roared up to the hotel. My heart race was fast, worried about what was happening to Chuck.

"What the heck?" Dean seemed somewhat annoyed.

I bolted upright in my seat, looking around. There was a whole line of Impalas in front of us.

"Hey. Come on." I couldn't tell if Sam was angry or worried, but these days was there even a difference?

We all hopped out of the car as we spotted Chuck, pacing back and forth in front of the impalas.

"Chuck! There you are."

He looked at us, surprised. "Guys?"

"What's going on," Dean's voice was gruff and impatient.

"Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?"

I looked from Sam to Dean, confused on what was going on.

"You told us to come."

"Ah, no I didn't."

"Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly annoyed.

"I didn't send you a text." Chuck furrowed his brows in frustration.

"We drove all night!" Dean shouted.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could...oh no."

I spotted it. The blonde chick who had talked about some stupid books written about Sam and Dean. "Oh crap."

"What?" Dean didn't move his eyes to notice the girl.

"SAM! You made it!" the girl squealed.

"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam was trying to be casual, but not invite her over to us. He failed...

She ran down to us, with a smile plastered onto her annoying face. "Oh, you remembered." Her voice lowered when she spoke again. "You've been thinking about me." Her smile turned into a grin.

"Oh god," I muttered, stepping behind Dean so that I didn't have to deal with her nonsense.

"I…" Sam was speechless.

"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either."

I faked a puking noise from behind Dean.

Becky leaned her head behind Dean and poked me in the side, causing me to scream. "You're just acting like this because you have feelings for him too, but he-"

"Becky stop! He's my brother!"

"So what?"

"Oh my gosh. Just take a chill pill because I am definitely not into my own brother."

"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck spoke up, trying to help with this awkward situation.

"I just borrowed it from your pants."

"Becky…"

"What? They're going to want to see it!"

"See what?" Sam and Dean's voice sounded at exactly the same time.

"Oh My God. I love it when they talk at the same time!" she giggled.

A man walked to the top of the stairs with a clipboard in his hand. "Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime."

Becky grabbed my hand, dragging me up the stairs. "You are going to be the best sister in law ever."

"Help!" I mouthed at Sam and Dean while nearly falling down the stairs.

"Becky let me go!" I struggled to get out of her grasp as we entered into a room filled with people in costumes.

"It'll be fun. Come on." She led me through mazes of people before I realized they were dressed up as monsters and- Why were they dressed up like Sam, Dean, and Bobby?!

"Nice female Dean cosplay," a middle aged man said while winking at me.

"Oh it's not a costume. I'm Dean's sister."

"Ooh fanfiction is a brewing."

"No. I'm actually Dean's sister."

"Come to my room later and you can tell me all about that fanfiction." He smiled before walking away with a beer in his hand.

"Becky, get me out of here."

Becky let go of my hand and shoved me into a group of people.

"Look! A female Dean!"

"No! I'm n-"

They all spoke over me while sipping their beers.

"Stop it!" I slapped a man's hand as it went towards me.

Twenty minutes later, they finally stopped talking about me and had gone into another room. I grabbed the nearest half drunk beer, smelled it and gagged before chugging it.

I grabbed another one before entering into the room that the men went into. I quickly spotted Sam and Dean in the back of the room. They were listening to a man who was speaking at the front of the stage.

I slid next to my brothers.

"I thought you didn't drink," Sam whispered.

"Do you know how many guys tried to hit on me just now? Desperate times call for desperate measures." I took another sip, nearly puking from the awful taste.

"But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!" The crowd burst into applause as the announcer presented Chuck.

He walked onto the stage slowly, acting somewhat shy.

I looked at Sam and Dean only to find their mouths in a hard line with their brows furrowed.

Chuck slowly stopped walking as he approached the microphone. "Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I…" Chuck attempted to clear his throat before mumbling "dry mouth" into the mic. He grabbed a bottle of water and took one long, noisy gulp.

I rolled my eyes as I lifted the beer to my mouth.

"I think that's enough," Dean whispered, grabbing it from my hand and finishing it off for me.

"Ok. Uh… ahem. So I guess… questions?" Chuck spoke again.

People immediately raised their hands, excitement evident from their waving arms.

"Uh… you?" Chuck pointed to a man, seemingly overwhelmed by the amount of questions he would have to answer.

"Hey, Mr. Edlund," the man began speaking as soon as his feet hit the ground. "Uh… big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?"

"Prophet, right?" I spoke just below a whisper, trying not to be overhead.

Sam nodded his head 'yes' while Chuck looked towards us.

"Oh, ah, I… it just came to me."

I stifled a laugh. Idiot.

Hands shot in the air again.

"Ok. Yeah. The hook man."

The hook man's accent was so thick that I could barely make it out what he was saying. "Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam and Dean are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some sort of bungee?"

I let out a loud laugh before all the eyes in the room turned towards me. I raised my hands in surrender. Their attention turned back to Chuck.

"I… yeah, I really don't know."

"Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?"

Sam's face filled with rage. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Becky move, her face mad too.

"Becky no," I hissed, grabbing her arm.

She shook me off and stormed over to the hook man. "Hey! If you don't like the books don't read em Fritz."

"Ok, ok, just… okay, it's okay. So, next question," Chuck desperately tried to end the dispute and chose a new person.

"Yeah, af the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So what happens next?"

I looked at Dean, confused.

"Another time," he mouthed back to me.

"Oh well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out."

Chuck looked towards my brothers.

"Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again."

Everyone began cheering as Sam and Dean's face reddened in anger. Dean began storming up to the front of the room, Sam grabbing at his arm.

"Dean! Wait!" I shouted.

More than ten people spun around to look at me.

Sam used this momentary pause in the commotion to drag Dean outside.

"He can't! He can't do this!" Dean roared. "These people know every little detail of our lives. They CAN'T know more."

"I know," Sam seemed defeated.

"We have to find some other way to deal with this."

People began filing out of the auditorium, forcing me to speak a little louder. "You try and stop Chuck and these people," I motioned to everyone around us. "Are going to attack you."

"I have a better plan." Sam began walking and we followed.

Chuck was sitting down with Becky. They both had a drink in their hand. Their conversation was quickly interrupted when Becky spotted us.

"Oh, hi Sam!"

Dean looked to Becky, "excuse us." He then turned his attention to Chuck. "In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, ok? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap."

I felt a hand slide across my lower back and I quickly stomped on the foot behind me.

"Hey, I didn't call you!" Chuck protested.

I rolled my eyes at this pathetic excuse of a prophet.

"He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?"

"Um… for food and shelter?"

Dean attempted to get closer to Chuck, but I grabbed the back of his shirt, watching to make sure that no one saw. "Who gave you the rights to our life story?"

"An Archangel, and I didn't want it!"

"Well, deals off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption."

Fear and sadness filled Becky's eyes as she turned to face Chuck.

"Ask that stupid archangel of yours to take care of you," I muttered.

"Ah… Becky, would you excuse us for just a second?"

"Uh-huh!" she nodded her head.

Chuck began leading us into the hallway.

"Do you know what I do for a living?"

"Yeah Chuck, we know."

"Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, alright? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, ok? Until the world ends, I gotta live, alright? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?"

We didn't get a chance to respond before a scream sounded around the building.

I grabbed my knife and began running after Sam and Dean who had somehow managed to get way ahead of me. I faintly heard Chuck yell something at us, but I ignored it. Someone was in danger.

A lady was on the floor in the upstairs hallway. Sam got to her first and began helping her up. "Hey, are you ok?"

Dean and I looked around the room, checking to see what might've scared her.

"I think so."

"What happened?" Dean turned his attention to the woman. She was wearing an odd dress that looked somewhat ancient (or at least ancient to me. Who am I to judge her?)

"I saw a ghost."

Two men began approaching, so I quickly slid my knife into my pocket.

"A ghost?" One of the men spoke up, but his voice seemed odd… "Could you tell us what it looked like?"

"Why don't you leave this to the grownups pal." Dean tried to shove the guy away.

"Trust me. We've got the hang of this." I kept my hand on the knife, prepared to strike at any of these perverts if need be.

"Did she say something to you?" a man's voice sounded from behind me.

The lady smiled. "Ok," she raised her voice so that everyone could hear. "Gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw… a ghost!"

Sam shook his head and began following after Dean, already half way down the hall. I followed after them.

"Oooo, the larping's started," Becky ran up to Sam and Dean, smiling.

"Becky, this isn't the time for larping," I said while remembering the cringe worthy time when I did a fairy larp.

"The… what is that again?" Dean looked utterly confused.

"Live action role playing? It's a game. The convention puts it on." Becky's face was lit with enthusiasm as she handed Sam a paper.

"Dad's journal. Dead Sam and Dean, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost, interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler. Love Dad." A frown spread across sam's tired face.

"You guys are soooo gunna win."

About an hour later, we were listening to the manager tell everyone that some girl killed four kids then herself. Probably all made up. I groaned. I thought I might actually get to kill a ghost or something this time.

"Well that's just about all the community theatre I can take." Dean crossed his arms over his chest and turned around to face us.

"Yeah, this cannot get any weirder." Sam had his hands crossed over his chest too, frustrated.

One of the men from the 'ghost' fiasco earlier walked by us while using his fake voice, he began to speak. "Dad said… he said I may have to kill you."

I looked at Sam, wide eyed.

Another men, dressed like Sam, responded. "Kill me? What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Oh…"

Sam looked to Dean, before they both said in unison, "I need a drink."

Sam and Dean ordered drinks, but when I tried, the lady refused.

"Fake ID. I've seen them a lot tonight. I can get you a Shirley Temple though."

"Fine."

The lady dressed as the ghost walked in and sat near us, she was furiously texting on her phone.

Our drinks arrived and Dean quickly chugged his. Sam stared at his drink.

"You okay, Sam?" I whispered.

"Fine. Don't worry about it."

"Well if you need to talk, I'm here."

"Tha-" Sam stopped talking when Dean began.

"How you doing?" he asked the 'ghost'.

"Busy," she said, not looking up from her phone.

"Well you sure look lovely tonight. Especially for a dead chick."

I let out a small laugh resulting in Dean elbowing me in the stomach.

"Buddy, I have heard that line 17 times tonight, ok? And all from dudes wearing MacGyver jackets…" she looked up from her phone. A smile slowly spread across her face. "But you seem different."

"How so?"

"Well, you don't seem scared of women."

I took a noisy sip of my Shirley Temple.

"For the last time I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost." a voice sounded around the room.

I looked up from my drink.

"I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting." Dean stood up, leaving the girl surprised.

"Sam, come on." He was staring at his drink, not wanting to move. "Sam please."

He finally stood up.

"Why yes agents Jagger and Richards. As manager of this fine establishment I can assure you it is indeed haunted." The manager of the event was giving his usual spiel to some of the LARPers, but we slid right past him to the hotel manager.

"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean tried to be quiet, not wanting to attract any attention.

"Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars, guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot."

Dean discreetly slid fifty dollars over to the man. "Actually we ah...really want to talk to you."

"Ok. You guys are really into this."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You have no idea."

"What do you want to know?"

"All this stuff they're saying. This place being haunted. Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?"

"We generally don't like to publicise this to...normal people...but yeah. 1909 this place was called 'Gore Orphanage'. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself."

I chill went down my back, making me shiver.

"And is tonight really her anniversary?" Dean pressed on.

"Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity."

"There been any sightings?" Sam lowered his voice.

"Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once."

"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?"

"Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds."

Dean slid over another fifty dollars.

"The attic," the man whispered.

"Thanks," I whispered back as we turned around to head up to the attic.

I crawled through the small doorway first and coughed at the dust.

"Careful!" I shouted down at them while turning on my flashlight.

"The EMF's going nuts," Sam whispered as he stepped into the attic, a beeping noise sounding from the EMF machine.

"Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it." Dean slowly slid in after Sam.

"No way this ends well."

"Yeah, well, serves them right."

"Dean…"

"Our job is to save everyone," I said, glaring at Dean. The people here were a bunch of pricks, but they sure as hell didn't deserve to die.

We continued looking in silence. I stuck next to Sam, unsure of what I was supposed to do if a real ghost appeared.

A few minutes later, I stumbled upon a young boy. My heart began pounding in my chest.

"Sam," I hissed.

"My mommy loves me."

Sam spun around to look at the boy.

"I said my mommy loves me."

Dean walked up to us, keeping his hand gripped at the gun in his pocket.

"I'm sure she does," Sam replied.

"My mommy loves me this much!" the boy moved his hand off of his head, revealing his injured head which appeared to have been scalped.

I gagged as the boy disappeared. "What the hell?"

"Ghosts… they appear as they looked when they were dead. Come on." Dean led the way out of the attic and back to the main room.

Dean and I sat at a table together while Sam began dialing a number.

"You like all this?" Dean questioned.

"Erm… I like helping people I guess."

He shook his head. "It ain't pretty, but it's what we gotta do."

I sighed and laid my head on the table. Dean put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it like what a 'normal' older brother might do..

Dean moved his hand and I quickly sat up in my seat.

"All right. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society." Sam sat down next to us.

"And...?"

"Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son."

"Her son."

"That's messed up," I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid." Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh that's it, I'm gunna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Dude say where she was buried?"

"He doesn't know."

I was struck silent by this monstrosity of a woman.

"Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there... cemetery," a fake voice said from behind us.

My brothers and I stood up.

"You think that's where Leticia's buried?"

We walked towards the men.

"It's worth a shot."

Sam reached his hand out to grab the map that the men were looking at, but one of them immediately pulled it back.

"Hey, hey!"

"Hey, do you mind?"

"It's real. A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds," Sam tried to keep his voice quiet, making sure that the guys didn't overhear.

"They're going to get themselves killed," I hissed, staring straight into one of the guy's eyes.

"Where'd you get that," Dean demanded.

"It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity."

"Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles."

"Yeah well you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody."

The man who was arguing with Dean pulled back his jacket to reveal a fake gun sticking out of his pocket.

"Dean! Cool it," the other man tried to stop the conflict.

Dean rolled his eyes before pulling out his own gun.

"Dean!" Sam shouted.

"What! They're freakin' annoying."

I snatched the gun from Dean and shoved it in my back pocket. "You want to get yourself arrested?"

"Been there done that," Dean said with an annoyed laugh.

"Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together." Sam attempted to be the voice of reason.

The two men looked at each other before speaking up. "Ahem. We..ah...we get the sizzler gift card."

Dean rolled his eyes yet again. "Fine."

"And we get to be Sam and Dean."

I burst out laughing, but Sam quickly elbowed me in the side.

"You can be Ruby if you want," one of them suggested. This time I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. You can be Sam and Dean," Dean grumbled.

As we stepped out into the cold night, I handed Dean back his gun. "Be careful with it. They've probably never seen a real gun before."

Dean nodded his head in understanding as I pulled my thin jacket tighter across my body.

"I'm going to keep my eye on them." I ran up to the two LARPers.

"Hey, Rufus, Bobby, would you hurry it up?" the men said.

"Oh my gosh. What have I gotten myself into?" I slapped my hand onto my forehead.

"If you aren't going to larp with us, you might as well just be quiet."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"So where were we?" one of them asked.

"Ah, Dr Ellicott just zapped your brain."

"Right, got it. Ahem," he took a deep breath to deepen his voice. "Why are we even here Dean? You just follow dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?"

"This isn't you talking Sam."

I fell behind with Sam and Dean, letting myself tune out of everyone's conversations as I trudged along in the cold night air.

"... That's it," I heard Dean shout and I looked up from the ground to see anger filling Dean's face.

"What's wrong, Bobby?"

Dean took a deep breath before letting loose. "I'm not Bobby, ok? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?

"Because we're fans. Like you," one of them responded with a quiver of fear evident in his voice.

"No. I am not a fan, ok. In fact, I think that the Dean and Sam story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me, their pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like… like circus freaks."

"Dean…" I whispered, trying to get him to calm down.

"Uh… I don't think they care because they're fictional characters!"

"Oh they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean stormed off.

I looked to Sam before running after Dean. "Dean! Wait!" I shouted.

He refused to turn his back around to look at me. "Dean, they don't know and they would probably never believe you if you told them the tru-"

Dean spun around and slapped me in the face. There was a moment of shock before the pain kicked in. "Sorry," he grumbled. "I just can't take this anymore."

I fell back to Sam, unsure of what to do or where to go.

It felt like nearly an hour before we finally reached the cemetery.

"I found the four boys," Dean immediately said, shining his flashlight over some gravestones.

"And here's Leticia Gore," Sam stared down at a grave.

"This is disgusting. I'm not going to help dig today." I held a hand to my stomach and one to my mouth, feeling slightly nauseous.

"Ah… what are you guys doing?"

"We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere," one of the guys said with his 'deep' voice.

"Ok. Generally, bones are in the ground."

Sam dropped his bag to the ground.

"Yeah, I know that. I just…"

Sam pulled his shovel out of the bag and I watched as the utter horror and realization filled the man's terrified face. "Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?"

"Deadly," Dean grinned.

"We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game."

"Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?"

"We play a hard game to beat," I laughed, trying to relieve the tension.

Dean quickly dug up the grave to find the coffin. He grunted as he lifted the coffin lid up.

One of the men gagged. "I feel you," I muttered under my breath.

"That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a… that's a skeleton skeleton."

"You just dug up a real grave," the other one who'd been quiet for a while spoke up.

"Yeah." Dean wiped sweat off his forehead.

"You guys are nuts."

"I thought you guys wanted to be hunters," Sam smiled.

"Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." The men began to walk away as one of them began to talk and was abruptly caught off.

"What?" Sam looked confused as to why they didn't leave yet.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" a women's voice said from behind Sam. Leticia Gore stood next to Sam and slapped him. He flew across the cemetery.

"Sam!" I panicked and grabbed the shovel. "Get… away… from here!" I screamed while swishing the shovel at her.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" she said again. I prepared for the worst, but she soon flickered away from me.

"Sam!" I quickly ran to him. He was out cold, but knowing Sam, he would come to it soon. I slid my hand under his head to support him.

Screaming sounded from behind us and soon I heard Leticia's terrified screams as her body burned.

Sam blinked open his eyes. "Dang," he groaned.

Sam and Dean wanted a few shots at the bar, so I decided to use the restroom then head to the Impala to rest.

I yawned and looked into the bathroom mirror. My hands splashed water onto my tired face, but as I blinked open my eyes, a boy was behind me. I spun around, but he was gone.

"Weird…"

I turned to open the door, but it refused to budge. "Dangit." I lifted my leg up to knock down the door and screamed as soon as my leg jammed into the door. "OW OW OW! They make it look so easy!" I groaned.

I stepped back from the door, took a deep breath, and used my shoulder to ram down the door. My shoulder immediately ached with pain, but the door opened..

I walked downstairs and the boys immediately nodded in my direction then pointed at the door to go. As much as I wanted to go, I shook my head 'no'.

Dean, clearly ignoring me, walked up to Chuck. "Hey Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books, and screw you very much."

The boys continued to the door, so I ran towards Chuck. "Something's not right," I muttered.

"I feel ya," Chuck responded, looking really sad.

Sam reached for the door handle, but soon found the door locked. They both slammed their shoulders against the door and it still remained closed.

"That's weird." Dean looked around the room, trying to find another exit.

"Definitely," Sam replied, lost in thought.

"The bathroom door was locked as well. What if we got the wrong ghost?"

"Impossible," Dean's voice was stern. "She was torturing the boys. We got the right one. Now split up and go find a way out of this place."

I followed Sam as he walked around the hotel, trying to find a way out.

"Sam, I need to tell you something."

"Yeah and what's that?" he grunted while trying to pull open a window.

"There was a boy in the mirror when I went to the bathroom. Not Leticia. A boy. Maybe we burned the wrong body?"

"Well that's just great. Let's go tell Dean." Sam gloomily left the window to find Dean.

"You can talk to me about… anything if you need to," I offered yet again.

"Really, I appreciate the help, but Lucifer isn't the one trying to use your body as a host. Let's go."

I remained silent as we walked to Dean. He too was at another window and was having no luck opening it.

"Hey. Anything," Dean took one last tug at the window before giving up.

"I-" I started, but Sam cut me off:

"Every exit's locked. Almost like…"

"I tol-"

"Something's keeping us in?"

"Ugh!" I groaned.

"Yeah. This is bad."

"Gee ya think, Sammy?"

A scream sounded and the guys darted. "I tried to tell you that you got the wrong ghost!" I shouted before trailing after them.

"Don't go in there!" she yelled, pure terror filling her face.

"Get downstairs ok? Go go!" Dean shrieked, walking into the library.

The boy from the attic was sitting in the corner, holding his head.

"Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?" his voice was so sad. My heart ached, longing to do something to help him.

"Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How bout some thanks."

"Ahem," Sam cut in.

"Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while."

"My mommy didn't this to me." The boy refused to look up at us as he spoke.

"What? Then who did?" Sam looked at the boy.

"It was the other boys, wasn't it?" the boy took a glance at me before disappearing. "If you guys had just listened to me! One of them was in the bathroom with me."

"Then how are you still here?" Dean questioned with a forceful tone.

"I don't know. Why are ghosts real?"

"Point taken I guess," Dean shrugged.

Another scream alerted our attention. We booked it out of the library to find a man with a hook laying on the ground, his head scalped.

"We need to tell Chuck."

Sam nodded his head in agreement. We ran down the stairs and to the auditorium. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Sam ran up to the stage and began whispering into Chuck's ear.

"Hey… what? Holy crap."

The audience made noises across the room.

I looked to Dean to find out what to do next, but he was lost in thought.

"Ok. So ahh, good news. I got much more to tell you… I guess."

Sam ran back to us as Dean ushered some of the hotel staff inside the room.

"Buddy, I got work to do," the hotel manager said as Dean pressed on his back to shove him into the room.

"You're gunna want to see this, trust me. It's gunna be a hell of a show."

I nodded my head in agreement with a forced smile on my face.

"Ah, what does the future hold for Sam and Dean?" I heard Chuck say from the stage as Dean tossed me a container of salt and I began pouring it around the doors. "Well, how do you feel about angels? Yeah, because let me tell you, they're not nearly as lame as you think."

I sighed at the stupidity of his 'series'.

"What's the plan?" I asked. Sam and Dean were already in conversation by the time I finished laying salt.

"Well, uh…"

"You're staying here to protect these people," Dean cut to the point.

"Hey!" I protested.

Everyone spun around in their seats to look at me.

"Trust me, Chuck will need your help," Sam whispered.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"Here. It's made of iron." Sam handed me a pole that looked like it came from a lamp.

"Gee, thanks."

"OH! And I need to introduce you to someone! Er… uh… Shawna!" Chuck pointed his hand at me, urging me to come forward.

"Send help," I muttered.

Chuck plasted a fake smile on his face and I could see a drop of sweat roll down his nervous face.

"What do ya want?" I grumbled, shoving the pole behind my back.

Everyone stared up at us, silent, but eagerly anticipating our next words. Becky looked slightly pissed, but I just ignored her.

"Well… um… this is Shawna… and I've already said that… and um… her brothers are, uh, the inspiration for my story."

"Chuck!" I hissed.

Mumbling noises erupted from the crowd.

A girl raised her hand in the crowd and slowly stood up. "Um… Shawna… I have a question."

"Sure, what do you wanna know?"

"Are Sam and De- your brothers… r-r-r-really that muscular?"

I almost choked on the air. "Um no. What? Well, maybe? I haven't known my brothers for that long…"

Everyone went silent. "I mean like my mom died and I sort of like went with my brothers… well my half brothers. My real brother died and- I'm just gonna shut up now."

Chuck was staring at me, confused at what to say. "Um… well… any other questions?"

"I'm gonna watch the door," I whispered in Chuck's ear as he got asked the first question.

"Erm, sir, is it possible to uh get uh the Croatoan virus in the genital area? Because I've been having some really weird marks down there with some dark colored uh… oozing"

"No, there's really no such thing as a Croatoan virus down there. You really should see a doctor."

I gagged and looked around the room at bored faces. A crash sounded outside the room and I had to resist myself from running out there. "Protect the people," I whispered aloud, trying to remind myself.

"Protect the people? What's going on?"

I spun around to face Becky. "Oh… uh… nothing, just like hunting and stuff?"

"Sure," she grinned. "So… can you tell me more about Sam?"

"He has a type and it isn't you."

She huffed then looked back up at the stage. "I have been setting my eyes on someone new recently… I feel bad for Sam now that he won't have me…"

I rolled my eyes. "Becky, please sit down. If this wasn't an emergency, I would've probably slapped you by now, so just calmly focus on the stage and… Chuck… yeah, he's lonely. He might actually like you." I smiled to myself as she went back to her seat.

After what felt like hours, I pulled a chair next to the door and began drifting to sleep.

Images of Adam went through my head. His smile when he picked me up from my first day of middle school. HIs excited eyes when he told me about his first girlfriend…

"Excuse me!" Chuck's voice sounded around the auditorium. "You really can't leave. Please sir."

I hopped up out of my seat to find the hotel manager moving towards the door.

"You can't open the door!" I threw my body across the door, attempting to stop him.

The man shoved me to the side and I toppled over my chair.

"Don't open that door!" Chuck screamed.

I grabbed the metal pipe and stood up as soon as the man swung the door open. My heart raced as I saw particles of the salt line moving away from the area.

The man stepped his foot forward as a boy appeared in the doorway, a knife in his hand.

The hotel manage jumped back. I slowly approached the door. "Sweetie, let's be nice here, okay?" I said before realizing my stupidity: I was trying to reason with a ghost..

The boy lifted his knife and people in the crowd gasped. My hands gripped tightly around the pole as I swung it at the boy. It slid right through him before he disappeared. I grabbed the door and slammed it shut, glaring at the hotel manager.

"I said nobody leaves damn it," Chuck's tired face was filled with rage. "Now someone salt the door!"

"Anyone got any salt?!" I hollered.

Someone raised their hand and ran to me. "Wow… it's like you're a real hunter," a young man whispered while handing me his jar of salt that was for his costume.

I yanked the jar away from his hand and poured it in a new line in front of the door.

Hurry up guys.

After another hour of boring questions, the door to the auditorium opened. I raised the pipe, prepared to attack, but Dean walked in.

"Hey squirt," he ruffled my hair with his hand before nodding his head at Chuck.

Sam walked in a few seconds later. "Everything okay in heres?"

"Eh… yeah, good enough."

'Let's get going. I don't want to be here much longer." Dean walked out the door and people began coming out behind us.

"Was everything really okay? Sam asked as we stepped into the parking lot, the morning sun shining into our faces.

"Someone tried to leave. A ghost came. Nothing that I couldn't handle," I tried to act confident as I spoke.

"OKay, well my first hunt wasn't easy for me, so if you ever need to talk to anyone. I'm here for you."

"Thanks. I…" I trailed off as Becky walked towards Sam and I, dragging Chuck with her.

"Look Sam. I'm not gunna lie. We had undeniable chemistry. But like a monkey on the sun it was too hot to live. It can't go on. Chuck and I, we found each other. My yin to his proud yang. And well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I'm so so sorry, but you can be happy with Shawna now and feel no guilt about it."

"Oh. My. God. How many times do I have to tell you this?! We're siblings."

"Shh, shh, let her believe what she wants. It'll get her off my tail," Sam whispered.

I blew the hair off my face in a huff. "I can't believe you right now," I hissed at Sam.

"Yeah Sam. Sorry," a smile spread onto Chuck's face as he spoke.

Sam attempted to grimace at them both.

"Will you be all right?" Becky asked, with genuine concern in her voice.

Sam took a deep breath before acting like he was sad. "Honestly I don't know. I'll just have to find a way to keep living, I guess."

I stifled a laugh.

"God bless you."

"Ok. Oh, hey. Chuck. If you really wanna publish more books, I guess that's ok with us."

"Wait, but that means I might-" Sam shook his head at me to cut me off.

Chuck's face was filled with excitement. "Wow. Really?"

Sam became serious again. "No not really. We have guns and we will find you."

"Ok, ok. No more books." The color had drained out of Chuck's face.

"See you around."

Sam and I turned to leave, but Becky stopped us.

" Sam! Wait, one more thing. In chapter 33 of Supernatural Time is on my Side, there's that girl Bela? She was British, and a cat burglar."

"Cat burglar?" I laughed. "Tell me about this in the car."

Sam ignored my comment. "Yeah I know."

"She stole the Colt from you and then she said she gave it to Lilith, remember?"

"Yeah."

"Well you know she lied right, she didn't really give it to Lilith."

"Wait, what?"

"Didn't you read the book? There was this one scene where Bela gives the Colt to a demon named Crowley. Lilith's right hand man. And I think her lover too."

"Crowley…" Sam turned to look at Chuck. "Didn't it occur to you to tell us this before?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't remember. I'm not as much of a fan as she is," Chuck sheepishly smiled.

"Becky, tell me everything."

Becky smiled before telling us everything that she knew about this Crowley guy.

"Hey Shawna," Becky said while grabbing my arm.

"Yeah?" I replied, finally feeling some hope again.

"You can have this so that you don't have to wear your brother's shirts all the time." She threw me a shirt with a weird triangle and a rainbow on it.

"Thanks?" I smiled at her before running to the Impala.

The boys had just opened the car doors. "I call shotgun!" I shouted.

"Fine." Sam climbed into the back and I finally got to sit in the front.

"Let's go get Lucifer," I grinned.