Hi Guys, thank you so much for your reviews. I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter and as I enjoyed writing it so much I have written another slightly longer chapter for you all.
To the reviewer who asked about the grades they're in. I always figured they were freshman season 1-2. Sophomores Season 3. Juniors Season 4 and Seniors Season 5-6. I could be wrong but that's how I saw it.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next chapter, more Sam and Dean action in this one.
Ginger sat in the back of the Impala staring out of the window thinking about her morning with Stiles. She felt so conflicted and angry. If her brothers hadn't dumped her in Beacon Hills, she wouldn't have met Stiles and she wouldn't want to stay in Beacon Hills. Okay so that was a little bit of a lie, Stiles wasn't the only reason she wanted to stay but he was a big part of the reason.
"You okay back there?" Dean called to his little sister.
Ginger nodded. "Yeah, fine."
Dean frowned. "You sure, you're really quiet." He observed.
"I said I'm fine." Ginger shook her head.
"Okay." Dean shrugged.
The siblings arrived at the comic book store Golden Comics and walked over to the cashier.
"Can I help you guys?" The guy behind the desk asked them.
Dean nodded. "Sure hoping so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw and Panozzo. Just need you to answer a few questions."
"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam asked them.
The man behind the counter frowned. "Like what?"
Ginger shrugged. "Some other tenants reported flickering lights.
"Uh, I don't think so. Why?" The guy asked.
"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?" Sam asked him.
"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" The guy behind the counter frowned.
Dean rolled his eyes. "What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"
The guy behind the counter started grinning. "I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"
Dean frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You're fans." The guy behind the counter elaborated.
"Fans of what?" Sam asked.
"What is LARPing?" Dean and Ginger asked at the same time.
The guy behind the counter chuckled. "Like you don't know." He looked between the three of them. "Live action role play! And pretty hardcore too."
Dean shook his head. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books." The guy behind the counter clicked his fingers. "What are they called? Uh… Supernatural." He grinned pleased with himself for remembering. "Two guys and a younger girl, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh… Steve, Dirk and Georgia? Uh Sal, Dane and Gilly?"
Sam looked at his siblings. "Sam, Dean and Ginger?"
The guy behind the counter nodded. "That's it!"
Dean frowned. "You're saying this is a book?"
"Books." The guy corrected. "It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following." He got up and walked over to a table labelled Bargain Bin with the Winchesters following behind him. "Lets see. Um…" The guy rifled through the books and pulled on out. "Ah. Yeah." He pulled out a book and handed it to Dean. "That's the first one I think."
Dean flipped the book over. "Supernatural by Carver Edlund. Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."
Sam snatched the book off him. "Give me that." He looked at the book and then up at the guy. "We're going to need all the copies of Supernatural you've got."
The guy pulled out about seven more books which the siblings bought and then headed for a motel to find out more about these Supernatural books about their lives.
Ginger grabbed one of the books and started reading. It was funny reading about her life and her brothers and the bugs. Reliving that wasn't exactly fun. Dean was laid on the other bed reading another book while Sam was doing research on his laptop.
"This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean exclaimed after a good hour.
"You got me." Sam shook his head.
Ginger frowned. "Whatever he does, he does it well." Ginger closed her own book and sat up crossing her legs.
"How come we haven't heard of them before?" Dean asked getting off the bed and walking over to the table where Sam was sat, taking the chair opposite.
Sam shrugged. "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…" Sam turned the laptop towards Dean, displaying a web page listing the books. "Ends with you going to hell and Ginger going to hospital."
"I reiterate." Dean shook his head. "Freaking insane." He scanned through the website. "Check it out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them but still. Did you read this?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
Ginger got up off the bed to take a look. "For fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this Simpatico says 'the demon story line is trite, cliched and overall craptastic.'"
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, well, screw you Simpatico. We lived it."
"Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better." Sam grinned at them.
"There are Sam girls and Dean girls." Ginger read.
"And Ginger boys." Dean frowned. "And… What's a slash fan?" He asked.
Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "As in Sam slash Dean. Together." He raised his eyebrows.
"Like, together together?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam told him.
Ginger snorted in laughter.
"Don't you laugh. There's also something called Daddy Dean slash Ginger." Sam told her.
Ginger gagged. "Oh that's just wrong."
Dean pulled a face. "They do know we're siblings right?"
Sam shook his head. "Doesn't seem to matter."
"Oh come on. That… That's just sick." Dean pulled a face and shut the laptop in disgust. "We got to find this Carver Edlund."
Sam rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, that might not be so easy."
Dean frowned. "Why not?"
"No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name." Sam explained.
"Well somebody's gotta know who he is." Dean pointed out.
Ginger pressed her lips together. "The publisher?"
Dean grinned. "Good idea."
Ginger shrugged. "I have one occasionally."
Teen Idle
Sam, Dean and Ginger stood in the publisher's office with the publisher, an attractive young woman with partially dyed blonde hair. The siblings had told her they wanted to write an article about the Supernatural books so they could find this Carver Edlund.
"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam asked her holding a black notebook and a pen in his hands.
The publisher nodded. "Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books…" She looked at the bookshelf where a copy of all the Supernatural books were placed in order. "You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know Doctor Sexy, MD?" She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Please."
Sam nodded. "Right. Well we're hoping that our article can… shine a light on an underappreciated series." He explained to her.
"Yeah, yeah because you know if we got a little bit of good press then maybe we could start publishing again." The publisher said getting excited.
"No." Dean and Ginger said together.
Dean shook his head. "No, no, no, no. God, no. I mean, why… Why would you want to do that?"
Ginger nodded. "Yeah… You know, it's uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and Ginger going to hospital and all."
"Oh my god! That was one of my favourite ones because Dean was so… stong and sad and brave. And how he said goodbye to Ginger and Ginger desperately trying to save her brotehr by throwing herself in the path of the hell hound. 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 In My Time of Dying when Ginger pleads with Dean not to leave her and calls him dad. And in Home when Dean had to call John and ask him for help. Gosh… If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings." She shook her head.
Dean frowned. "Real men?"
The publisher's eyes widened. "I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmmm?"
"Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside." Dean joked.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" The publisher glared at him.
Dean shook his head. "Lady this whole thing is funny."
The publisher crossed her arms over her chest. "How do I know you three are legit, hmmm?"
Ginger nodded her head. "Oh trust me. We, uh… We're legit."
"Well I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys and girl."
"No!" Sam shook his head. "No, no, no. Never." He stammered.
Dean and Ginger joined in on the protesting.
Sam glanced at his siblings. "We- We're actually um… big fans." He told her.
"You've read the books?" The publisher asked leaning against her desk.
"Cover to cover." Dean told her.
Ginger nodded. "Yeah I've read them so many times it almost feels like I've lived them."
The publisher corssed her arms over her chest. "What's the year and model of the car?"
"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala." Dean answered smugly.
"What's May 2nd?" She asked them.
"That's my…" Sam cleared his throat. "Uh… That's Sam's birthday."
Dean grinned. "January 24th is Dean's." He winked at the publisher.
The publisher nodded. "When's Ginger's?"
"Trick question. No one knows Ginger's real birthday but October 15th is the Day Dean picked for her as it was the day he found her." Ginger answered crossing her arms over her chest.
"Sam's score on the LSAT?"
"One…" Sam glanced at Ginger and Dean. "Seventy-four?"
"Dean's favourite song?"
"It's a tie." Dean answered. "Between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues."
"Where did Dean find Ginger?"
Dean and Ginger looked at each other. "By the side of a freeway. He'd stopped to answer a call from his dad and had gotten out of the car when he heard a child crying."
The publisher nodded. "Okay, okay. What do you want to know?"
"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asked her.
"Oh, no. I- No. Sorry, I can't do that." The publisher shook her head.
Sam took a step forward. "We just want to talk to him. You know, get theSupernatural story in his own words." He explained.
The publisher pressed her lips together. "He's very private. It's like Salinger."
"Please." Sam pleaded. "Like I said we are, um…" He glanced at Dean and Ginger then pulled his shirt collar aside to reveal his anti posession tattoo.
Ginger and Dean rolled their eyes and pulled back their own shirts to reveal matching tattoos.
The publisher grinned. "Awesome. You know what?" She turned around and lowered her skirt revealing an anti-posession tattoo on her lower hip. "I got one too."
"Wo. You are a fan." Dean grinned at her.
"Okay." The publisher turned around after fixing her clothing and picked up a pad and paper. "His name is Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off." She tore off a sheet of paper and handed it to Sam.
Sam smiled at her. "Thank you. We'll do our best."
The three siblings left the publisher's house and walked over to the car.
"Well there is one good thing to come out of this." Ginger spoke up.
"What?" Dean asked.
Ginger grinned. "A load of stupid people have something to stop them being posessed by demons now." She got in the car.
Teen Idle
Dean pulled the Impala up outside a ramshackle house and the siblings got out of the car. The three of them walked up the tiny pathway to the front door, stopping on the porch. Dean leant forward and rang the doorbell.
A few moments passed and then the door opened to reveal a small unshaven man in a dressing gown stood nervously at the door.
"You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked him.
"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam added.
"Maybe. Why?" The man asked.
Dean shifted from foot to foot. "I'm Dean, this is Sam and that's Ginger. The Dean, Sam and Ginger you've been writing about." He told him.
Chuck shut the door.
Dean rolled his eyes and rang the doorbell again.
Chuck opened the door again. "Look, uh… I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to head from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." He went to shut the door again but Dean put his hand up to stop it.
"See here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." Dean snapped, shoving the door open and entered the house forcing Chuck to back up.
Chuck held his hands up. "Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny." He shook his head.
Dean nodded. "Damn straight, it's not funny."
"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it." Sam tried to calm the situation.
Chuck shook his head. "I'm not doing anything."
"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked.
Chuck shook his head. "What? No. I'm a writer."
Dean charged forward causing Chuck to fall backwards onto the couch. "Then how do you know so much about demons?"
"And Tulpas and changelings?" Ginger added.
Chuck shook his head. "Is this some kind of Misery thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a Misery thing!" He whined and Ginger wondered if he was about to cry.
Dean rolled his eyes. "No, it's not a Misery thing. Believe me, we are not fans!" He exclaimed.
"Well, then, what do you want?" Chuck exclaimed.
Sam sighed. "I'm Sam. And that's Dean. And that's Ginger."
"Sam, Dean and Ginger are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!" Chuck cried out in frustration.
The Winchester siblings looked at each other and then Dean grabbed Chuck by teh front of the robe pulling him up and led him out of the door and over to the Impala. Dean opened the trunk of the Impala and lifted up the secret compartment revealing the arsenal underneath.
"Are those real guns?" Chuck asked his face one of pure shock and horror.
Dean nodded. "Yup. This is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs."
Chuck cleared his throat. "Well, I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans." He backed away from them. "That's, that's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house." He motioned to the house.
"Chuck, stop." Ginger barked at the shaking man.
"Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me." Chuck pleaded with them.
Sam shook his head. "How much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?"
"Or Beacon Hills?" Ginger added.
Chuck frowned. "Wait a minute. How do you know about that?"
"The question is how do you?" Dean asked him.
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Because I wrote it?"
Sam frowned. "You kept writing?"
Chuck nodded. "Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute." He gave them a small smile. "This is some kind of joke, right? Did that- Did Phil put you up to this?" He asked.
Dean sighed. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam and my sister Ginger." He introduced them.
Chuck's face fell. "The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down."
Teen Idle
The four of them moved back into the house and Chuck headed for the kitchen to pour himself a large glass of whiskey. He gulped the whole thing down and turned around jumping to see the Winchester siblings still stood in his living room. "Oh! Oh, you're still there." He groaned.
Dean nodded. "Yup."
"You're not a hallucination." Chuck rubbed his eyes.
"Nope." Ginger walked over to the desk and looked at the mess of papers and such.
Chuck set the empty glass down. "Well, there's only one explanation." He looked up at them. "Obviously I'm a god."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You're not a god." He shook his head.
"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through… The physical beatings alone." Chuck exclaimed shaking his head.
Dean shrugged. "Yeah, we're still in one piece."
Chuck looked at Ginger. "And Ginger I put you in the path of a hellhound to show your undying loyalty to the man you call brother but see as a father. I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you." He looked at Sam. "You had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica." He shook his head.
"Chuck." Sam said but the writer didn't seem to be listening.
"All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for… entertainment." He slumped down on the couch.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us."
Chuck looked up at them. "I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing but to be forced to live bad writing… if I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass."
"Chuck you're not a god!" Ginger exclaimed angrily.
"We think you're probably just psychic." Sam tried to calm the writer down.
Chuck shook his head. "No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard."
Sam nodded. "It seems that somehow, you're just… focused on our lives."
"Yeah, like laser-focused." Dean added. "Are you working on anything right now?" He asked.
Chuck's eyes widened. "Holy crap." He exclaimed getting up.
"What?" Sam asked him.
Chuck picked up a bunch of pages. "The, uh, latest book? It, uh, it's kind of weird."
Sam frowned. "Weird how?"
Chuck cleared his throat. "It's very Vonnegut."
Dean leant forward. "Slaughterhouse-Five Vonnegut or Cat's Cradle Vonnegut?"
Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"
"What?" Dean shot back.
"It's uh, Kilgore Trout Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myseld, at my house… Confronted by my characters." Chuck mumbled handing over the pages to Dean.
Teen Idle
After the three of them left Chuck's place, Sam and Dean went into the laundromat to wash their clothes and Ginger opted to sit in the car, so she could call Stiles. Chuck had printed off another copy of the new pages for her.
"This is so weird." Ginger said to Stiles. "I'm sitting in the back of the car talking to you, reading about myself sitting in the back of the car talking to you, reading about myself. My head hurts." She shook her head setting the pages down.
Stiles shifted on his bed. "So this guy has literally written a series of books about your life?"
Ginger nodded. "Yeah. And we have no idea why or how."
"Freaky." Stiles agreed.
Ginger ran her hand through her hair. "So what's going on your end?" She asked him.
Stiles shrugged. "Nothing really, things are pretty quiet. Actually the school is going to be closed until Tuesday so they can get everything sorted."
Ginger nodded. "Yeah I suppose they need some time to clean up all the blood in the boy's locker room." She agreed. "Any word on your Jeep?"
"Yeah, she's been processed for evidence and dad's getting her fixed up now. Should be picking her up on Monday. So do you know when you're going to be back?" Stiles asked her.
Ginger shook her head. "I dunno. Tuesday by the latest I guess." She looked down at her lap. "Why?" She asked him.
Stiles cleared his throat. "Well, er… I thought you might not come back." He admitted.
"I'm coming back Stiles. I've still got three weeks." Ginger reminded him.
"Well in that case. Would you like to go to the Winter Formal with me?" Stiles asked her.
Ginger sat up a little straighter in the car. "Winter Formal?"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, it's this dance they have at school and everyone dresses up nice and go and dance and have fun." He explained to her. "Do you wanna go?"
Ginger smiled. "I dunno Stiles…" She bit her lip. "Yes."
"You mean you'll go with me?" Stiles asked her.
"Yes Stiles, I'll go to Winter Formal with you." Ginger agreed.
Stiles grinned. "Really? Awesome. Great. So er… I guess I'll see you when you get back?" He asked her a touch of hope in his voice.
Ginger nodded. "Yeah, I'll see you when I get back."
"Bye." Stiles said.
"Bye." Ginger said and hung up the phone.
Just then Dean and Sam came back to the car and got in. "So." Dean looked in the back. "Ginny's got herself a date to the prom." He grinned at her waving his pages at her.
Ginger groaned. "I hate Chuck." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Dean laughed. "Hey do we need to have the talk?"
"I think I'm good." Ginger told him with a small nod.
"Yeah?" Dean asked her.
Ginger raised her eyebrows. "Yeah."
"Okay." Dean turned around and started the car. "Chuck called. He's got something for us."
"Let's go." Ginger clapped her hands together. "I can't wait to find out what the bastard has written now." She said sarcastically.
Teen Idle
The Winchester siblings stood in Chuck's living room. The nervous writer pacing up and down in front of them, clutching more pages in his hands.
"So… You wrote another chapter?" Sam asked her.
Chuck sighed. "This was all so much easier before you were real." He shook his head.
Dean rolled his eyes. "We can take it. Just spit it out."
"You especially are not gonna like this." Chuck shook his head.
Dean shrugged. "I didn't like hell." He pointed out.
Chuck took a deep breath and stopped pacing. "It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam."
"Coming to kill him?" Dean asked.
"Tonight." Chuck nodded.
"She's just gonna show up?" Dean frowned. "Here?"
Chuck sat down and put on a pair of reading glasses. "Uh… Let's see, uh… Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion." He read out loud.
Sam laughed. "You're kidding me right?"
Dean frowned at his brother. "You think this is funny?"
"You don't?" Sam asked him. "I mean, come on. Fiery demonic passion?" He scoffed.
"It's a first draft." Chuck said in a hurt voice.
Dean held up a hand. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl."
Chuck shook his head. "No, uh, this times she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana." He said looking down at the pages again.
"Great. Perfect. So what happens after the… fiery demonic whatever?" Dean asked Chuck.
Chuck shrugged. "I don't know. It hasn't come to me yet."
Sam stepped forward. "Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?"
Dean shot a glare at Sam. "How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?" He asked Chuck.
"Get blind drunk? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?" Ginger asked.
Chuck frowned. "You mean my process?"
"Yes." Dean exclaimed. "Your process."
Chuck sighed. "Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream."
"The first time you dreamt about us?" Dean asked.
Chuck nodded. "It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really.
Sam groaned rolling his eyes. "You can't seriously believe…"
"Humor me." Dean cut Sam off and Chuck held up the manuscript to him. "Look, why don't we, we just…" Dean took the manuscript. "Take a look at these and see what's what." Dean turned to Chuck. "You…"
Chuck sighed. "Knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah." He agreed to let Dean take the manuscript.
Teen Idle
Dean drove down the road, while Ginger sat in the back staring out of the window and Sam read over the latest chapter.
"Dean come on." Sam exclaimed. "The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on his face."
"So?" Dean snapped.
"So I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid." Sam pointed out.
Dean frowned. "What's your point?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "My point is this, all of this, is totally implausible, it's nuts." He exclaimed.
Dean shrugged. "He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?" He asked her.
Sam scoffs and looked back down at the manuscript. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow."
Ginger frowned. "A tarp?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "ON the rear window. And you drive it like that."
"Well, he might be wrong about the details, but doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result." Dean argued back.
"So we're just gonna run?" Sam huffed.
Dean nodded. "Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith." He slowed the car down as they came to a roadblock. "What seems to be the problem?" Dean asked the deputy.
"Bridge is out ahead." The deputy replied.
"We're just trying to get out of town." Dean explained.
"Yeah, afraid not." The deputy shook his head.
Dean frowned. "Is there a detour?"
"Nope."
"There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?" Dean asked.
The deputy shook his head again. "To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river, you have to take that bridge." He motioned ahead.
"How deep's the river?" Dean asked him.
"Sorry. Afraid you boys are gonna have to spend the night in town." The deputy told them.
Dean sighed and turned the car around. "Great, Plan B."
Teen Idle
The Winchester siblings hit a diner to get something to eat and figure out what Plan B actually was.
Ginger set her menu down. "So… What's Plan B?"
Dean looked up from reading the manuscript. "Hey this could be a good thing. I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path."
Sam put down his menu. "What do you mean?"
"It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean if that pages say that we go left…"
"Then we go right." Sam finished for her.
Dean nodded. "Exactly. We get off book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that we uh… we get into a fight and Ginger bashes out heads together. So, no fighting. No research for you…" He looked at Sam.
"No bacon cheeseburger for you and Ginger." Sam grinned at the two of them.
Dean pulled a face of disgust. "Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else." He shrugged.
Just then a waitress came over to them.
"Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked her.
The waitress shrugged. "Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend sad we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country." She took out her notebook.
Sam laughed at the crestfallen look on Dean and Ginger's faces.
"Really?" Dean asked her.
Sam smiled at the waitress. "I'll just have the cobb salad, please." He gave her the menu back.
Dean scanned his menu. "I'll have the… veggie tofu burger. Thanks." He handed back the menu.
Ginger looked at her menu. "I'll have the mac and cheese please."
The waitress took their menus and left their table.
Sam shook his head. "This whole thing's ridiculous." He exclaimed.
"Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked him.
"The idea of me hooking up with her is." Sam argued.
Dean scoffed. "Right, 'cause something like that can never happen." He mumbled.
Sam scowled at Dean. "Dean for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close."
"So?" Dean snapped.
"So…" Sam took a deep breath. "We've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's… This is an opportunity."
"Are you…" Dean started to raise his voice.
"Dean." Ginger warned. "Don't make me smack your heads together, prophecy or not I will do it."
Dean took a deep breath. "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things."
Sam glanced at Ginger who cocked her eyebrow at him. "Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide than fight."
The waitress returned with their food. "Okay Cobb salad for you. The tofu burger for you and I'm sorry but we're actually out of mac and cheese, so chef whipped you up our special bacon and cheeseburger free of charge." She handed out their food.
"Thank you." Dean said and leant forward. "It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight."
Ginger reached out and smashed their heads together.
"Ow." Dean and Sam exclaimed.
"Ginny!" Dean whipped around to look at his little sister. "I did warn you." Ginger picked up her burger and took a bite out of it.
Dean huffed and grabbed his own burger taking a bite. "Oh my god." He exclaimed. "This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!" He grinned and went to take another bite when the waitress hurried back over to him.
"I am so sorry." She apologised. "I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake." She took the plate back.
"Well Plan B is going well so far." Ginger mumbled and took another bite out of her burger. "These things really are awesome."
Sam and Dean both glared at her.
Teen Idle
Dean pulled the Impala outside a motel that charged by the hour.
Sam frowned getting out of the car. "Dude, this place charges by the hour."
"Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the uh, hooker inn." Dean grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk. "It's opposite day, remember?"
Dean paid for two rooms, one for himself and Sam and one for Ginger. In the room for him and Sam he dropped his bag on one of the beds and started placing hex bags out and placing them strategically around the room.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked him.
"Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith proof the room." Dean replied handing a couple to Ginger along with the key. "Take these and lock yourself in your room and don't come out until I get you."
Ginger cocked an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"
Dean nodded. "You bet your ass I am."
"You're side lining me? Again?" Ginger exclaimed. "No, no!"
Dean grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "I can't lose you again." He exclaimed. "When that hell hound… I can't lose you okay." He told her. "So there's no way I'm letting you go up against Lilith again."
Ginger looked down at her feet and then she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "You won't lose me." She whispered in his ear.
"Just do this for me." Dean pleaded with her. "Plus the book says you spend all day riding around in the Impala with me so… Go take a bath and call your boyfriend."
Ginger rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend." She took the hex bags. "But okay." She agreed.
Teen Idle
Ginger sat in her room on the bed and called Stiles.
"Hey." Stiles greeted her.
"Hey." Ginger replied. "So I've been thinking, does Derek Hale have any surviving relatives?"
Stiles frowned. "You called me to ask me that?"
Ginger sighed. "Right now, I could really do with a distraction and this case would be the perfect distraction." She admitted rubbing her eyes.
"You want to tell me what's wrong?" Stiles asked her.
"No." Ginger shook her head. "Come on, does he?"
Stiles sighed. "He has an uncle but Scott told me he's basically a vegetable." He explained.
Ginger nodded. "It's got to be someone close to the Hales, the whole thing is too closely linked to the Hale fire. Can you ask Derek if he knows anyone?"
Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, that's a great idea."
"Okay yeah. Maybe we can source some kind of family tree or something?" Ginger suggested.
Stiles nodded. "I could look into that." He agreed. "Not tonight though. I'm taking Scott out to get drunk tonight." He explained to Ginger. "Alison dumped him."
"Ooo harsh." Ginger bit her lip. "Be careful okay, it's close to the full moon, Scott might get a little…" She trailled off trying to think of the right word.
"Cranky. Bitey. Grumpy."
"Homocidal." Ginger finished her sentence.
Stiles nodded. "Good point."
Ginger smiled. "So what else is going on?" She asked him.
"Not a lot." Stiles admitted. "Sorry I can't be more of a distraction."
"You're doing just fine Twitch." Ginger laid back on the bed.
Stiles grinned. "Glad to be of help."
The two teens talked about everything and nothing for a good hour before Ginger said goodbye and decided to take the bath Dean suggested. It was horrid being sidelined. You were just waiting for the bad news… Any news. She could see the rift growing between her brothers. They were fighting more than ever and there was something wrong with Sam. He was quieter, surly and down right angry and that wasn't him.
Ginger hugged her knees to her chest and wondered where she fit in in all of this. Maybe she wasn't meant to be part of the story? Maybe she belonged in Beacon Hills? Maybe she didn't want to do this anymore. Ginger sighed and rested her head on her knee. After a long while Ginger got out of the bath and got dressed, collapsing onto the bed and fell asleep.
Dean walked into Ginger's room and found her passed out on the bed.
Teen Idle
Ginger started awake as the ground started to shake and covered her arm with her eyes when she saw a bright light shining in through the window. And then just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Ginger jumped out of bed and hurried into Sam's room to see Sam, Dean, Chuck and a passed out woman all stood in the motel room.
"Someone want to explain what the hell just happened?" Ginger asked them.
Dean walked over to her and motioned for her to follow him back to her room, where he explained everything that had happened since they'd all split up.
Ginger sat there for a moment processing. "Huh."
"Yeah."
"So these Supernatural books are the gospels of Sam, Dean and Ginger?" Ginger asked him.
Dean nodded.
"Well that explains Chuck I guess." She admitted with a sigh. "Dean…"
"Yeah?" Dean asked her.
Ginger sighed. "I don't think I can do this anymore." She admitted. "At least not for a while anyway."
Dean nodded. "That's fine." He told her wrapping an arm around her. "Come on, pack up your stuff and we'll drive you back to Beacon Hills."
Ginger gave him a small smile. "I love you, you know that right?"
Dean nodded. "I love you too kid."
Teen Idle
Ginger sat in the back of the Impala the rear window was busted and the tarp was flapping in the wind. Dean kept glancing back at her in the rear view mirror.
"So a deal huh?" Dean asked Sam after a while.
Sam nodded. "That's what she said."
"To call the whole thing off. Angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?" Dean asked.
Sam sighed turning to look out of the window. "That was the gist of it."
"Huh."
"What?" Sam asked.
Dean glanced at him. "You didn't think once about taking it?"
Sam glared at him. "You kidding me? Dude, you spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track."
"Don't fight." Ginger pleaded.
"I'm just saying…" Dean started to say.
Sam glared at him. "She would have found some way to weasel out of it. And all it would have cost us was our lives." He exclaime.d
Ginger pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please, stop fighting." She mumbled.
Dean shrugged. "Yeah I guess you're right."
Sam nodded. "Anyway, that's not the point."
"What's the point?" Dean asked.
Sam grinned. "The point is, she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running." He told his brother.
Dean frowned. "Running from what?"
Sam shrugged. "Don't know. But she was telling the truth about one thing."
"What's that?"
"She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that." Sam said with determination.
Ginger and Dean shared a look through the rear view mirror. Both knew Sam was changing but neither knew what to do about it.
So there you have it another chapter bites the dust. I haven't decided if Ginger is going to stay or go at the end of the month yet. We shall see as I write it. Hope you enjoyed this new chapter. Until next time.
