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Wow I thought I posted this already. I have two chapters done then yay!
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Chapter 8: The Real Ghostbusters
The Impala roared up a country road and squealed around the corner into a car park, past an old fashioned sign "Welcome to The Pineview Hotel". They pulled up and jumped out. Dean ran around the back of the car and suddenly stopped, looking confused. In front of him were a lineup of identical Impalas.
"Hey. Come on." Sam said. Chuck Shurley was pacing back and forth at the bottom of the steps leading up to the hotel. "Chuck! There you are." Sam said.
"Guys?" Chuck asked surprised.
"What's going on." Dean asked.
"Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asked.
"You told us to come." Dean said.
"Ah, no I didn't."
"Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam asked.
"I didn't send you a text." Chuck said.
"We drove all night!" Dean said.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could...oh no."
"What?" Dean asked.
"SAM! You made it!" The three looked to see Becky at the top of the stairs, squealing.
"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam asked.
"How could you forget your number one fan girl?" Sabrina asked quietly nudging Sam with her elbow.
"Oh, you remembered." Becky said running down to meet them. Her voice lowered. "You been thinking about me." She said to Sam.
"I..." Sam said.
"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either.
"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asked.
"I just borrowed it from your pants." She said.
"Becky..."
"What? They're going to want to see it!"
"See what?" The brothers asked in unison.
"Oh My God. I love it when they talk at the same time!" Sabrina rolled her eyes. A guy appeared at the top of the stairs with a clipboard.
"Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime." Becky ran excitedly up the stairs. Chuck turned to Sam, Sabrina and Dean.
"Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." Chuck said. The trio looked at each other, confused, and then followed him up the stairs.
HOTEL FOYER
They all entered the hotel, the trio last. A large man, Damien, walked past with a stein of beer.
"ha-ha-ha. Hey Dean, looking good."
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked. Damien turned back to him. He was wearing much the same clothes as Dean, down to a Samulet around his neck.
"I'm Dean too. Duh." Damien said. Dean turns to Sam, utterly confused. Over Sam's shoulder he saw the Scarecrow God and started to reach for something in his pocket. Sam and Sabrina turned and did the same.
"Uh-oh. It's Sam, Sabrina and Dean. I'm in trouble now." He was just a guy in costume. He had a can of soda in one hand, his sythe in the other. "Have fun you three. Aaaah!" He jiggled his sythe in Sam's face then walked away. Sam gave the scarecrow major bitchface. Becky stood behind them, giggling.
"What?" Dean asked astounded. He turned to Sam and Sabrina and they all looked around the room. It was filled with people dressed as every monster they've ever fought, bloody Mary, clowns, people with black demon eyes, a skinny woman dressed as Bobby, a guy dressed as Ash, two fake blonds dressed as Sabrina in short skirts and tank tops. There were tables of merchandise with the Impala on coffee cups, Chuck's books and more.
"Becky. what is this?" Sam asked.
"It's awesome! A supernatural convention, the first ever." Becky said. Sam gave another bitchface, Dean still looked totally confused and Sabrina looked concerned.
HOTEL AUDITORIUM
A small crowd sat facing the stage. The Convention Manager stepped up to the microphone.
"Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3.45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, 'Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean'. And at 4.30 there's the 'Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural.'" Sam, Sabrina and Dean were standing at the back of the hall, Becky beside them. Dean's eyebrows reach his hairline at the man's words and Sam's brow furrowed. "Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp." Cheers and applause came from the audience. "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!" Massive amounts of cheering and applause broke out as Chuck timidly walked onto the stage. Sam and Dean were stone-faced. There was feedback on the mic for a second.
"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I..." Chuck cleared his throat, then again. "Dry mouth." Chuck took a very long gulp from a bottle of water. There was total silence in the room while he did so. "Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?" Chuck asked. Every hand in the room went up. Chuck looked startled. "Uh...you?" He pointed at a skinny young man in the front row, Barnes. The man leaped up, grinning.
"Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam, Sabrina and Dean in the first place?" Chuck glanced back at the trio. They cocked their heads, interested to hear his answer.
"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me." Dean pursed his lips and tilted his head back. Hands shot into the air again. Sam and Dean looked perturbed.
"Ok. Yeah. The hook man." Chuck said.
"Ah yeah." The man spoke with a heavy German accent. "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 kind of bungee?" Sam and Sabrina looked interested. Dean looked pissed. "And why does Sabrina never get a gun." Sabrina elbowed Dean and gave him a look. He rolled his eyes.
"I...yeah, I really don't know." Chuck answered
"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, nien?" Now Sam looked pissed, Dean looked thoughtful as he turned to Sam. Becky was shooting death stares at Hook man.
"HEY!" Becky said walking down the rows of chairs. "If you don't like the books don't read em Fritz."
"Ok, Ok, just.. okay, it's okay. so, next question." Chuck said. Hands shot up. "Yeah, you."
"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?" The fan asked.
"Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out." Chuck said. He looked up at the trio who eyed him suspiciously. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again." The room erupted, people leap from their seats, yelling and cheering and applauding. Becky jumped up and down, screaming.
HOTEL FOYER
Chuck moved from the bar to where Becky sat with two cocktails in tall glasses with many straws and slices of lime.
"I got you a yellow-eyed cooler." Chuck said.
"Thanks Chuck." Becky said with a smile. Chuck sat down.
"Sure. Ahem. So, Becky...I was wondering...ahem...are you doing any..." Suddenly Becky's eyes lit up.
"Oh, Hi Sam!" She said. Sam nodded at Becky distractedly. Chuck sighed.
"Excuse us." Dean said to Becky before looking at 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." Becky was giving Sam come hither looks. Sam was trying not to notice.
"Hey, I didn't call you!" Chuck said.
"He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?" Sam asked.
"Um...for food and shelter?" Chuck said.
"Who gave you the rights to our life story?" Dean said leaning over Chuck's chair.
"An Archangel, and I didn't want it!" Chuck said.
"Well, deal's off, ok. No more books." Sam said. "Our lives are not for," Sam glanced at Becky. "public consumption." Sam glanced at Becky, Becky turned slowly to stare at Chuck.
"Ah.. Becky. Would you excuse us for just a second?" Chuck asked.
"Uh-huh!" Becky said nodding quickly.
Dean, Sabrina and Sam followed Chuck into the hallway.
"Do you guys know what I do for a living?" Chuck asked
"Yeah Chuck, we know." Sam said.
"Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, all right? 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, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?" A woman screamed. Sam and Dean immediately take off toward the sound, while Chuck and Sabrina remained. "No, guys...wait!" Chuck called. Sabrina sighed.
Sam and Dean ran up the stairs. A maid was crouched in the corner of the hallway.
"Hey, are you ok?" Sam asked as he helped her up.
"I think so." She said.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"I saw a ghost." The maid said. Behind Sam and Dean others were gathering. The skinny man from the audience and the large guy from the foyer were close.
"A ghost? Could you tell us what it looked like?" Barnes asked in a very deep fake voice.
"Why don't you leave this to the grownups pal." Dean said.
"A woman. She was in an old fashioned dress. Really old. Like a school marm, or something?
"Did she say something to you?" Another man asked. The maid began to grin.
"Ok." She said before speaking louder. "Gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw, a ghost!" Sam shook his head, walking away and Dean followed. "None other than the ghost of Leticia gore herself! I was on the third floor getting ice for a guest..." Becky ran up to Sam and Dean.
"Oooo, the LARPing's started." Becky said.
"The...What is that again?" Dean asked.
"Live Action Role Playing? It's a game. The convention puts it on." Becky said. She handed Sam a piece of paper. Sam began reading with a frown.
""Dad's Journal. Dear 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""
"You guys are soooo gunna win." Becky said.
HOTEL FOYER
Many people all dressed in suits, flipped their FBI badges out at the convention manager.
"Well yes Agents Lennon and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment I can assure you that it is indeed haunted." The Con manager said. "This building was once an orphanage, run by mean old Leticia Gore. 100 years ago this very night, Miss Gore went insane, and butchered four little boys before killing herself. Now folks say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and the evil spirit of Miss Gore punishes them to this very day." Sam, Sabrina and Dean stood in the background watching.
"Well that's just about all the community theatre I can take." Dean said.
"Yeah, this cannot get any weirder." Sam said. Barnes and Damien walked past.
"Dad said...he said I may have to kill you." Damien said growling.
"Kill me? What the hell does that mean?" Barnes asked.
"I don't know."
"Oh..." They continued walking. Sam and Dean look at each other.
"I need a drink." They said in unison.
One of the convention guests, Alex, walked down a hallway alone, holding a cardboard EMF in front of him.
"EMFs going nuts." A woman jumped out at him, arms raised.
"Oooo, I'm mean old Leticia Gore. They buried me in the basement. Ooooo." She said fakely Alex shot a toy gun at her, a small orange ball bounced off the chest.
"Ow. You got me." She said slightly pissed.
"You're supposed to vanish?" Alex said rolling his eyes.
"How am I supposed to vanish?" The woman asked sarcastically.
HALLWAY
The same guest turned the corner, talking on his phone.
"Yeah, ok Dean, we'll see you in five. Hey, but seriously dude, don't eat my skittles." Alex said. A real apparition of a young boy appeared before him.
"Help us! Help us. Miss Gore won't let us have any fun."
"This is part of the game right?" Alex asked staring. The apparition disappeared into thin air. "Holy mother of crap!" Alex shouted. He ran down the hallway into a library, gasping for breath. "That. Was. AWESOME!" He began yelling as he was grabbed, turned upside down and smashed into the glass of the bookcase, a picture and the door, and then stilled, hanging upsidedown.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" A woman's voice said. A woman appeared, staring at him. He screamed as she rushed at him. As she went through him he fell to the ground. He spun around but the room was empty.
BAR
Dean downed a shot glass, Sabrina next to him. Sam sat beside Dean on his other side staring morosely at his beer. Dean looked down the bar. The woman that was pretending to be the ghost was clicking away on her phone.
"How you doing?" Dean asked.
"Busy." She said.
"Well you sure look lovely tonight. Especially for a dead chick."
"Buddy, I have heard that line 17 times tonight, ok?" The woman said still not looking up. "And all from dudes wearing MacGyver jackets." As she finished speaking she looked up from her phone to Dean, and paused. He just looked at her. She smiled. "But you seem different." She said.
"How so?" Dean said.
"Well, you don't seem scared of women." Dean smirked at her. Sam kicked Dean's foots and looked at Sabrina who was taking a drink and ignoring Dean. Dean grimaced and Sam rolled his eyes. A loud voice was heard and Dean looked past her.
"For the last time I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost." Alex said.
"Excuse me." Dean said. The trio walked over to Alex.
"I'm sure it was just one of the ghost actors." Alex's friend said.
"Who beat the hell out of me and then vanished?"
"You saw something?" Sam asked.
"This isn't part of the game jerk." Alex said to Sam before looking back at his friend. "Look, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same." Alex walked away.
"Alex, wait. Hey, come back!" His friend called.
"What do you think?" Sam asked.
"I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting." Dean said.
FOYER
"Why yes agents Jagger and Richards. As manager of this fine establishment I can assure you it is indeed haunted." The manager continued his spiel as the trio passed him on their way to the front desk to the real hotel manager.
"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked.
"Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot."
"Actually we ah...really want to talk to you." Dean said sliding $50 across the desk.
"Ok. You guys are really into this." The guy laughed.
"You have no idea." Sam said.
"What do you want to know?"
"All this stuff they're saying. This place being haunted. Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?" Sam asked.
"We generally don't like to publicize 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."
"And is tonight really her anniversary?"
"Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity."
"There been any sightings?" Sam asked.
"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?" Dean asked.
"Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds." Dean slid across another $50. "The attic." He said softly. The trio didn't notice Damien and Barnes listening in behind them.
ATTIC
Dean and then Sabrina then Sam crawl in through a small space, each with flashlights. The EMF started buzzing.
"The EMF's going nuts." Sam said.
"Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it." Dean said.
"No way this ends well." Sam said.
"Yeah well serves them right." Dean said.
"Dean..."
"I'm just saying." They continued looking.
HALLWAY
"It's gotta be around here someplace." Damien said in deep voice.
"Yeah I dunno man. No one else is looking for the attic." Barnes said.
"Ok, all right, dude. 1. Stay in character." Damien said in his normal voice. "All right? If it's just me, I look stupid. and 2. You heard the guy downstairs. I think this is part of the game."
"Help us." A boy said.
"Oh my God! That make up is amazing." Barnes said.
"Amateur. Stay in character!" Damien said.
"Sorry. Ahem. Sorry." He said in a deep voice.
"Help us. Miss Gore won't let us have any fun." The boy said.
"Where's the body buried kid. We'll light her up nice and toasty." Damien said. The boy pointed behind them. They turned, seeing nothing. When they turned back the hallway was empty.
"Wow. Fast runner." Barnes said.
"Dude. Check this out." Damien said looking behind them. There was a mark on the wall beside a painting. They moved the painting, revealing a bloody handprint.
"Must have been what he was trying to tell us."
"Gee you think Sammy?" The back of the painting was covered in handprints. Barnes ripped the backing. There was an old map inside.
"Ok, this is the coolest game ever." Barnes said in his normal voice. Both guys giggled.
"Ahem. Yes." Damien said in a deep voice.
ATTIC
Sam, Sabrina and Dean continued shining their flashlights into every corner.
"My mommy loves me." A boy, different from the first one, said. Sam spun around to see the boy crouching in the corner, hands holding his head. Dean and Sabrina came up beside Sam. "I said my mommy loves me."
"I'm sure she does." Sam said.
"My mommy loves me this much!" He moved his hands, revealing he had been partially scalped, then disappeared.
BAR
Becky looked up from her drink and sighed longingly. Sam was pacing while on the phone. He sighed, then noticed Becky watching and nodded at her. She smiled back, licked straight up the middle of her palm and blew it at him. Looking very concerned, Sam half waved at her. She winked back. Chuck was standing next to her, watching the back and forth.
"Awesome." Chuck said.
"All right." Sam said walking back to where Dean and Sabrina were sitting. "So that was a guy with the County Historical Society."
"And...?" Dean asked.
"Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son."
"Her son?"
"Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid."
"Oh that's it, I'm gunna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Dude say where she was buried?"
"He doesn't know." They overheard the conversation at the next table and head that way.
"Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there... cemetery." Barnes said in character.
"You think that's where Leticia's planted?"
"It's worth a shot." Sam reached out to touch the map.
"Hey, hey!" Barnes said.
"Hey, do you mind?" Damien asked.
"It's real." Sam said to Dena. "A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds."
"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked Damien.
"It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity."
"Yeah right." Dean said with a sigh. "Gimme the map chuckles."
"Yeah well you're the chuckles, Chuckles. 'sides, Dean don't listen to nobody." Damien said. Damien pulled back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun. Dean rolled his eyes and Sabrina tried to hide a smile.
"Dean! Cool it." Barnes said to Damien in character. Dean pulled out his own gun, his Taurus
"Dean!" Sam said.
"What! They're freakin' annoying." Dean said.
"Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together." Damien and Barnes exchanged looks.
"Ahem. We..ah...we get the sizzler gift card." Barnes said.
"Fine." Dean said rolling his eyes.
"And we get to be Sam and Dean." Damien said. Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"Fine." Dean said.
"Yes." Damien whispered to himself.
"Guess I can still be me since I'm the only girl." Sabrina said. Damien sighed.
"You're not talking with the right accent." He complained. Sabrina rolled her eyes and let Aya out.
"Fine, happy now?"
"Wow, you're good." Barnes said. The two frowned slightly seeing her eyes.
"Did you, have contacts in before?" Damien asked. Aya rolled her eyes and didn't answer.
OUTSIDE HOTEL
Damien and Barnes walked along a path, Dean, Sabrina and Sam behind.
"Hey, Rufus, Bobby, Sabrina would you hurry it up?" Damien said looking back at the trio.
"Are you all right?" Sam asked.
"I'm trying to be." Dean said, grumpy.
"So where were we?" Barnes asked.
"Ah, Dr Ellicott and just zapped your brain." Damien said.
"Right, got it. Ahem." Barnes went into character. "Why are we even here Dean? You just following dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?"
"This isn't you talking Sam." Dean turned to Sam with a 'How much do we have to put up with' look. Sam frowned.
"See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic."
"So what are ya going to do Sam? Are you going to kill me?"
"Man I am so sick of you telling me what to do."
"All right, you know what? That's it. That is it." Dean said making them all stop.
"What's wrong Bobby?" Damien asked. Dean was so angry he couldn't speak for a moment.
"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." Barnes said in his normal voice.
"No. I am not a fan, ok. Not fans. 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 momst 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?"
"Uh...I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!" Damien said.
"Oh they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean said. Dean stormed off down the path, leaving the others staring after him. Damien and Barnes turned back to Sam with a WTF look.
"He… uh...he takes the story really seriously." Sam said. Aya looked up at Sam.
"At the end of this can I please tell them? I mean no one would believe them anyway." Sam looked a bit concerned.
"Aya, no." Sam walked off and Aya growled before looking at the two fans who looked a bit frightened.
CEMETERY.
The four started shining their flashlights on the gravestones.
"I found the four boys." Dean said.
"And here's Leticia Gore." Sam said. Dean looked up. Damien and Barnes were tip toeing around the edge of the cemetery, shining their torches in the bushes.
"Ah...what are you guys doing?" Dean asked.
"We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere." Damien said in character.
"Ok. Generally, bones are in the ground. Sam dumped his bag and leans down.
"Yeah, I know that. I just..." Damien said in character then watched as Sam pulled a shovel out of his bag. "Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?"
"Deadly." Dean said.
"We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game." Barnes said.
"Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?" Dean asked.
Dean finished digging out the grave and hit the coffin. The others stood around the grave shining their torches. The wind picked up as Dean grunted and lifted the coffin lid, revealing a skeleton. Damien gagged.
"That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a... that's a skeleton skeleton."
"You just dug up a real grave." Barnes said.
"Yeah." Dean said still in the grave.
"You guys are nuts." Damien said.
"I thought you guys wanted to be hunters?" Sam asked.
"Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." Damien said freaking out. The two started to walk away.
"My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this, ..." Barnes turned back to look at Sam and froze.
"What?" Sam asked.
"SAM!" Aya shouted.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Gore said from beside Sam. Gore backhanded Sam across the cemetery. Damien and Barnes screamed and turned to run. Dean heaved himself out of the grave, grunting with the effort. Barnes tripped and fell.
"Barnes!" Damien said turning back. Dean rummaged in his duffel, pulling out salt and burn materials. Damien pulled Barnes to his feet and they turned to run again. Gore was in front of them. They screamed and grabbed hold of each other.
"Oh my God!" Damien shouted.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Gore pushed a hand into each of their chests and they began screaming. Dean looked up from where he was pouring salt on her skeleton then quickly poured kerosene and reached into his pocket for his lighter, flicking it and dropping it into the grave in one movement. Gore screamed as she burned up. Damien and Barnes stared at the place where she was, panting. Sam lifted himself to his feet while Dean turned to face Damien and Barnes.
"Real enough for you?" Dean asked. Damien and Barnes turned to look at Dean, horrified.
"Those books aren't exactly fiction." Aya said.
BAR
Damien downed a shot and exhaled carefully.
"That was...really..." Barnes said.
"Awful. Right?" Dean asked. Damien and Barnes turned to find Sam, Sabrina and Dean standing behind them.
"Exactly. Round's on us guys." Dean said. He slapped Barnes on the shoulder and put some money on the bar.
"See you around." Sam said. They turned to go.
"Hey. How'd you know how to do all that?" Damien asked.
"We..uh...We read the books." Sam said. Dean nodded in agreement. The brothers turned to walk away and Sabrina looked at the two fans. She smirked at them and let Aya come out then back to make her eyes flash colour. The two guys stared before grabbing their drinks. Sabrina chuckled. The trio crossed the room to where Chuck was standing with the convention manager.
"Hey Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books, and screw you very much." Dean said. They turned and walked away.
"Fans of yours?" The Con manager asked.
"Hmmm. I'd say no." Chuck said.
Sam, Sabrina and Dean approached the main doors. They were locked. They pushed against them then turn around, looking around the room.
"That's weird."
"Definitely." Sam agreed.
Dean strained to open a window with no luck. Sam approached.
"Hey. Anything?"
"Every exit's locked. Almost like..."
"Something's keeping us in?" Dean asked. Dean knocked his fist against the window in frustration.
"Yeah. This is bad."
"Gee ya think Sammy?"
"Did we get the wrong ghost?" Sabrina asked. The boys looked at her. "Hey it's happened before." A woman screamed and they started running.
The actor woman ghost from earlier ran out of a room, looking behind her, and was caught by Dean.
"Don't go in there!" The woman said.
"Get downstairs ok? Go go!" Dean said. The trio walked into the library. The Gore's son was again crouching in a corner holding his head.
"Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?" He asked.
"Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How 'bout some thanks." Dean said. Sam cleared his throat. "Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while."
"My mommy didn't do this to me." The boy said.
"What? Then who did?" Sam asked. The boy disappeared.
"The only ghosts left are the three boys." Sabrina said. The three exchanged a look.
HALLWAY
The hook man from earlier walked down the hallway. He turned, hearing footsteps behind him. It was the three ghost boys.
"Ja, how original." The hookman said sighing heavily. "Supernatural bringing us more creepy children. Sigh."
"Miss Gore wouldn't let us have any fun." A boy said.
"You look nothing like real ghosts, just telling you."
"But Miss Gore is gone and now we can have all kinds of fun."
They each brought a large knife out from behind their backs. The hookman froze. He droped his hook and started screaming in German. Sam, Sabrina and Dean were coming up the stairs, they started running. They found the hook man dead, scalped just like Gore's son
AUDITORIUM
"Well guys I guess we're out of time." Chuck said. "So thank you for your incredibly probing and rigorous questions, and have a good..."
Sabrina ran out onto the stage and whispered in Chuck's ear.
"Hey...What? Holy crap." The audience murmured in concern. Sabrina covered the mic.
"You have to keep everyone in here where it's safe. Okay Chuck, this is serious life or death here."
"For how long?" Chuck asked.
"As long as it takes."
"Well...how the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"See if anyone has any more questions, talk about the release date, I don't know. You can do it." Sabrina left.
"Ok. So ahh, good news. I got much more to tell you... I guess."
DOOR OF AUDITORIUM
Dean opened the door and ushered the staff inside.
"Buddy, I got work to do." The hotel manager said.
"You're gunna want to see this, trust me. It's gunna be a hell of a show." Dean said. All the staff filed in, ending with the actor ghost woman, looking pissed off. Dean closed the door, Sabrina joined him and Sam and they began lying salt.
"Ah, what does the future hold for Sam and Dean?" Chuck said. "Well, how do you feel about angels? Yeah, because let me tell you, they're not nearly as lame as you think. "
"Ok. New theory." Sam said to Dean.
"The legends about Leticia are ass-backwards obviously."
"Yeah. So all right, let's say those three orphans were playing cowboys and Indians."
"LARPing as cowboys and Indians."
"Whatever. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him."
"Mom catches 'em in the act, flips out, slices them and dices herself."
"If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building."
"Yeah and Leticia was the only one keeping them under control."
"Until we took her out."
"Smooth move on our part."
"Alright, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kids' bones."
"How? We're trapped, we don't even have our guns! The ghosts are running this joint and they're only scared of one thing."
"Exactly." Dean said his eyes lighting up.
"You want me to do what?" The woman who was playing as Gore asked.
"You're an actress. We just want you to act." Dean said.
"I work at Hooters, in Toledo. No, you can forget it."
"You'll be safe, we promise. This is really important." Sam said. A hand dropped on Dean's shoulder.
"We wanna help." Damien said.
"Just give her the puppy dog thing ok?" Dean said to Sam. Dean and Sabrina turned to the two. "Guys, no."
"Why not?" Barnes asked.
"Cause this isn't make-believe."
"This is real and dangerous." Sabrina said.
"Look, we know. We're not nuts. We're freakin' terrified." Damien said.
"Yeah but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something." Barnes said.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"Because. That's what Sam, Sabrina and Dean would do." Damien said.
"Well you wanna get technical..." Sabrina muttered.
"No, there's really no such thing as a Croatoan virus for down there. You really should see a doctor." Chuck said.
LIBRARY
The actor woman walked into the room nervously.
"I don't wanna do this." She said.
"I'm right here sweetheart, I've got your back." Dena said leaning around the corner. "Trust me, this is going to work." He pulled back so he couldn't be seen, grimacing.
"Boys? Boys? Come here this instant. You come when I call you. You understand me?"
"Miss Gore?" The boys asked.
MAIN DOOR
Sam, Damien and Barnes threw their weight against the door, attempting to force it open.
"Push it!" Sam said. "Aya, wanna help?"
"Do you want me to break things?" She asked.
LIBRARY
"You boys have been very naughty. Now you open the doors. Open the doors right now." The boys all flickered backwards, worried.
MAIN DOOR
The door gave a little.
"Go go go" Sam said. Barnes squeezed out, then Damien.
LIBRARY
"Very naughty, you hear me?" Music started playing on a cell phone. The boys frowned and look at each other. Downstairs the main door slammed closed.
"Damn it." Sam said. Upstairs in the hallway, Dean closed his eyes and banged his head softly back against the wall. The actress, looking scared, slowly reached into her skirt pocket, took out the phone and killed the music. The boys stared at her. Dean raised his iron bar and came into the room.
"Run." Dean said. The boys raised their knives and moved toward him.
GRAVEYARD
Damien and Barnes dug a grave each.
"Oh my God. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though. I'm gunna throw up." Barnes said.
"No you're not." Damien said. They kept digging.
LIBRARY
Dean was thrown against the wall, his iron bar sliding across the room. The boys raised their knives and moved towards him. Sam swooped up the bar and dispersed them. He put out a hand to pull Dean up.
"Thanks." Dean said standing. Sam was flung back against the wall, losing the iron bar. "Sam!"
AUDITORIUM
Chuck was now sitting in a chair. The audience looked bored.
"Let's see, what else? I fell in love for the first time at 16. Lost my virginity, actually. But then she went around telling everybody it didn't count." The hotel manager moved toward the door. "Excuse me!" Chuck said jumping up. "You really can't leave. Please sir." Ignoring him, the manager reached for the handle. "Don't open that door!"
The manager opened the door, breaking the salt line. He went to walk out but jumps back when one of the boys appeared in the doorway, grinning. The crowd gasped and jumped to their feet. The boy lifted the knife and slowly stepped inside the room. Chuck flew forward and dispersed the ghost with an iron stand. He grabbed the doors and slammed it closed again.
"I said nobody leaves damn it." Chuck said turning back to everyone. "Now somebody salt this door." Becky was watching him with the same glint in her eye she used for Sam.
LIBRARY
Dean slammed to the ground on his back, a boy on top of him, glaring at him.
GRAVEYARD
Damien flicked repeatedly at his lighter. It didn't flare.
"How come Dean can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try?" He kept flicking. "Come on!
LIBRARY
A boy grabbed Sam by the hair and yanked him backwards. He held his knife to Sam's hairline.
"No!...Dean!" Dean was also being held down. Dean had one hand holding off a hand at his throat, the other the knife at his head. Aya was grabbed by the third boy who was yanking her hair.
"Let me go ya lil brat!" All three grunted with the effort as the knives got closer. The boys suddenly burned up. Sam and Dean lay panting and gasping.
GRAVEYARD
Damien and Barnes stood watch over the graves as they burned.
LIBRARY
"You know maybe that guy was right." Dean said picking up an iron bar. "Maybe we should put these things on a bungee." Dean said. Sam shrugged.
CAR PARK
Emergency vehicles were lined up, a few people talking to police, the hook man's body being removed. Dean came down the stairs with Damien and Barnes.
"You know I gotta hand it to you guys. You really saved our asses back there. So ah, you know, thanks." They stood looking at each other for a moment.
"Guys, I don't even know your names." Dean said.
"Oh. Well, I'm Barnes. This is Damien. What's yours?" Dean looked at them for a moment, considering.
"Dean. The real Dean." After a moment Damien and Barnes laughed.
"Ahhh, yeah right. Me too!" Damien said.
"Get the hell out of here Dean!" Dean looked disappointed for a second, then smiled.
"Well, anyway. Thanks. Really." Dean said. He went to walk away.
"You're wrong you know." Damien said.
"Sorry?" Dean asked turning back.
"About Supernatural. No offense but I'm not sure you get what the stories about."
"Is that so." Dean said with a smirk."
"All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers. Our lives suck. But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother who would die for you and a very hot girl in love with you. Well who wouldn't want that?" Damien asked.
"Maybe you got a point. You know, you two don't make a bad team yourselves. How do you know each other anyway?
"Oh. Well, we met online. Supernatural chat room." Barnes said.
"Oh. Well it must be nice to get out of your parent's basement. Make some friends." Dean said.
"We're more than friends." Damien took Barnes hand, they twined their fingers together. "We're partners." Barnes dropped his head onto Damien's shoulder and they both grinned at Dean.
"Oh. Wow. Ahem. Howdy partners." Dean said.
"Howdy." Barnes said. Further down the car park Sam and Sabrina stood with Becky and Chuck.
"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."
"Yeah Sam. Sorry." Chuck said. Sam grimaced at them both. Chuck smiled sheepishly at him.
"Will you be all right?" Becky asked.
"Honestly I don't know." Sam said putting on a sad face and sighing heavily. "I'll just have to find a way to keep living, I guess.
"God bless you." Becky said.
"Ok. Oh, hey. Chuck. If you really wanna publish more books, I guess that's ok with us." Sam said.
"Wow. Really?" Chuck asked excited.
"No not really. We have guns and we will find you."
"Ok, ok. No more books."
"See you around." Sam said. Sabrina smiled at the two before they turned and began to walk away.
"Sam!" Becky said running after the two. "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."
"Yeah I know." Sam said.
"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?" Sam asked looking at Chuck.
"Didn't you read the book?" Becky asked excited. "There was this one scene where Bela gives the Colt to a demon named Crowley." Sabrina stiffened. "Lilith's right hand man. And I think her lover too."
"Crowley." Sam said, he looked 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 said.
"Becky, tell us everything." Sam said. Becky gave Sam a huge smile and began laughing.
CAR PARK
Dean leaned against the Impala, lost in thought. He smiled slightly.
"You ok?" Sam asked as he and Sabrina walked over.
"Yeah, you know? I think I'm good."
"Well, you're not going to believe it, but I got a lead on the Colt."
"What?"
"Long story, I'll tell you on the way?"
"What are we waiting for?" They go in, slammed the doors and cruised out of the car park.
Chuck was on stage.
"Like a lot of authors, I started writing because of love. Yeah, I had a huge crush on Nancy McKeon, who played Jo in The Facts of Life. I must have written her 40 to 50 letters, she never wrote back."
"I don't think the Benders made flesh suits out of all their victims. Maybe just like a coupla scarves."
"Actually my favourite movie was Beaches. Hilary and CC were just so brave." Sam did the 'cut throat' motion and Dean put a finger gun to his head. "So strong."
"The way I look at it, it's really not jumping the shark if you never come back down, ya know?"
I liked the ending scene with chuck on stage XD so I kept it…. Wow I finished this in one day… I gotta say this is one of my least favorite episodes because of a few scenes but other than that I like it I guess. Love the ending after the ghost stuff.
If anyone has any suggestions for ideas please PM i'd be happy to hear ideas. (Also if anyone wants me to add their idea to THIS chapter i can most certainly do that if the idea fits, i will put a note in the next chapter if THIS chapter has been updated.)
