Fan Fiction Part 2

Marie started panicking in the middle of the library and Dean was quick to calm her down.

"Hey," he started. "Why don't you—

"Why don't you guys rally Marie?" Sam suggested. "Angie and I are gonna, uh, grab some wooden stakes in the trunk and do the blessing."

Sam, Angela, and Grace left, leaving Dean and Maeve with the challenge of calming Marie down.

"Is Marie gonna get eaten?" Maeve asked.

"Not gonna happen," Dean assured. "Soon as the curtain rises, we're gonna be there to take out this Calliope." He added before turning to Marie. "Hey, hey. How're you doing, champ?"

"This… This is all my fault." Marie replied. "If I hadn't written this dumb play, none of this would've happened."

"Okay. First of all, the play is not dumb." Dean retorted.

Maeve's brows furrowed. "I thought you didn't believe in this interpretation?"

"Yeah. I don't. Look, like, at all." Dean replied. "But you do. Okay? And I need you to believe in it with all you got. So that we can kill Calliope, and we can save your friends. Can you do that?"

"Yeah." Marie nodded. "If Sam, Dean, and Angela were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do."

"No…" Dean muttered.

Marie turned around to face a mirror and sighed. "Okay. Let's do this. I understudy Sam, so…" she grabbed a wig. "I used this for my one-woman Orphan Black show, last year. But it's gonna have to work for Sam." She explained as she put the wig on. "Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch."

~/~\~

The audience filed into the auditorium and took their seats. Behind the scenes, Marie, Angela, Dean, and Sam were talking to the actors.

"Okay. Good, good. Okay." Marie was checking on the costumes. "Alright. Samulet?"

Siobhan held up the Samulet.

"The… Samulet?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"The amulet is a symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love," Marie explained.

Sam and Angela came in carrying wooden stakes, and Angela held Grace in one arm. Sam handed a stake to his brother.

"Hey." Angela greeted.

"Pretty good," Sam noted as he took in the costume design. "Wait a second… Where's Chuck?"

"Oh! I-I, I love him. I do!" Marie assured. "But, honestly, the whole author inserting himself into the narrative thing, it's just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta-stories."

"Me too." The three hunters replied simultaneously.

"Alright, listen up, girls." Dean started. "Now, you're all here, because you love Supernatural."

"Actually, I was hoping we'd do Wicked." The girl playing Mary replied.

"Yeah, that'd have been easier," Dean muttered. "I know I. have expressed some differences of opinion, regarding this particular version of Supernatural. But tonight, it is all about Marie's vision. This is Marie's Supernatural. So, I want you to get out there, and I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text, as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today."

"Did he just quote Rent?" Maeve frowned.

"Not enough to get us in trouble," Marie muttered.

"Now, you get out there, and you kick it in the ass!" Dean exclaimed.

"Alright!" the girl playing Angela grinned.

"Bring it in!" Marie exclaimed.

The actresses got together in a circle and put their hands in the middle.

"Ghoooooost-facersss!" the girls chanted.

Sam, Dean, and Angela shared a look.

~/~\~

Marie went out on stage to introduce the show.

"Good evening, everybody," she started. "Welcome to our production of Supernatural. I'm not gonna lie. It might be a full-on Gallagher show opening up this piece. Uh, so, those of you in the front rows may want to use the ponchos we provided for you, under your seats. You may, in fact, get wet on this ride. Um, I would like to thank the, uh, cast and crew—

"Okay. She's stalling, let's do this." Dean muttered.

"Copy that," Maeve replied. "Curtain, kids. It's show time."

The music started, interrupting Marie, and causing some people to laugh.

"Okay, um… And-and, that, concludes our introduction for the night." She stammered. "So, everybody just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

"Everyone, in places?" Maeve asked into her microphone.

"John and Mary, husband and wife," Siobhan started singing. "Bringing home a brand new life. His name is Sammy, I'm big brother, Dean. The perfect family, or so it seemed."

While Siobhan sang, Sam and Angela were searching for the scarecrow. Angela held Grace in her arms protectively.

"The demon's visits had begun," Siobhan continued. "He believed Sam was the chosen one. It burned my mother, and it cursed my brother…"

Dean bopped his head to the tune of the song, earning a look from Maeve.

"Leaving us in tears." Siobhan sang. "On the road so far, yeah the road so far! We are in Dad's car…"

Suddenly, the scarecrow showed up behind Sam and Angela. Dean attempted to warn them, but the couple didn't seem to understand.

"Turn around!" Dean instructed.

Finally, Sam and Angela turned around to face the scarecrow.

"On the road so far," Siobhan sang. "Dad was driven, no turning back. He wouldn't stop without the payback. He trained us both to track and hunt and kill. He took away our own free will."

While the show was still playing, Dean ran backstage to try and help Sam and Angela, but it was too late. Marie saw Sam, Angela, and Grace disappear with the scarecrow.

"So, that's where we are," Siobhan continued. "On the road so far. Saving people, hunting things, family business back in swing. Driving down the road so far…"

~/~\~

"Agents?" Maggie's brows furrowed in concern.

"Where the hell are we?" Angela asked as she held Grace close to her.

"School's basement. The scarecrow brought us down here." Maggie explained.

Sam stood up and swiftly pulled Angela up, making sure that she and Grace were okay. He went over to the door and tried to open it, but it didn't move a muscle.

"Yeah, I tried that days ago." Ms. Chandler sighed.

"So, what?" Angela's brows furrowed. "We're stuck in here?"

At that moment, Calliope appeared out of nowhere.

"That's right." She smirked. "You're gonna miss the big show."

Sam walked toward Calliope, but with her powers, the goddess pinned him to the door.

"Sam!" Angela cried.

~/~\~

"Okay. So, you can pop in tomorrow morning." Siobhan said into the prop phone.

"Yes. I'll just… Wait here then." Kristen replied.

Dean went over to Marie as the song started playing.

"What do we do now?" Marie asked worriedly.

"Just stick to the plan, okay? Keep singing, until the scarecrow comes for you." Dean instructed.

"I'll just wait here, then." Kristen sang. "That's what I'll do. I'll just wait here, then, wait for my cue. I raised you from perdition, to be God's ammunition. But now, you need some rest, so I will do what's best. I'll just wait here, then. That's all I'll do. I'll just wait here, then, I'll wait for you."

Once the song finished, the audience broke out into applause.

~/~\~

"I've consumed many authors. Many stories." Calliope commented. "But tonight, soon as that curtain opened, I knew something special was brewing with this one. Maybe it's because the story's actual inspiration's here. I don't know. I guess I'm gonna have to kill you two and Dean to find out."

"Don't you have to wait, until the vision has been realized?" Sam questioned.

Calliope scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, gods! If I have to sit through that second act, one more time… There's robots, and tentacles, and space. I can't even."

~/~\~

Dean kept a close eye on Marie as she went out on stage to sing.

"A single man tear's slipped on his face," she started. "He shows emotion without a trace. He hides behind a mask so strong. Worried that he could be wrong. I wish that he could see the way I see him, the perfect brother, a man without sin. Cause underneath the manly sheen, he's my brother, a boy named Dean. A single man tear, a single man tear, a single man tear… that's all we fear."

While Siobhan was getting ready to sing her part, the scarecrow appeared. Dean saw him and jumped on him, forgetting he was on stage, right in front of the audience.

"A single man tear, that's all I'll spare," Siobhan sang.

"Okay! We're through the looking glass here, people." Maeve said into her headset. "Strike the wendigo set, let's prep the priest costumes. And Sarah? Get understudies into hair and makeup."

~/~\~

"So, why this story, huh? Why, uh, Supernatural?" Angela asked.

"Supernatural has everything," Calliope replied. "Life. Death. Resurrection. Redemption. But above all, family. All sorts of music you can really tap your toe to. It isn't some meandering piece of genre deck. It's… epic!"

~/~\~

"But underneath this broken mask," Siobhan sang as Dean fought the scarecrow. "It is my father, with all his wrath."

~/~\~

"And that… Well, that is my bag of tea." Calliope smirked.

"Bag this!" Maggie explained.

Maggie hit Calliope on the head with a book and Ms. Chandler gave the stake back to Sam.

~/~\~

The scarecrow threw Dean away and stalked toward Marie.

"No chick flick moments!" Marie exclaimed, stabbing the scarecrow.

For a moment, it seemed like the scarecrow was going to fall onto the people in the audience. However, the scarecrow exploded, throwing purple goo onto the audience. Silence fell throughout the room, then, one man in a poncho stood and started clapping, followed by the rest of the audience. Marie grinned, surprised and satisfied.

"Take a bow, Sammy." Dean smiled slightly.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were back behind the stage after killing Calliope.

"Usually, this is when Sam, Dean, and Angela take off, before anyone asks any questions," Maeve commented.

"That's probably a good idea." Angela chuckled.

"Thanks for saving my friends," Maeve added.

"Sure." Sam nodded.

"You know? If you'd cut your hair a little, you'd make a pretty good Dean." Maeve replied.

Angela snorted and Sam pursed his lips tightly.

"Thanks," Sam muttered.

~/~\~

"Well, you did good out there, kid," Dean smirked.

"Hmm, you're not so bad yourself." Marie complimented.

"You know? This has been educational. Seeing the story from your perspective." Dean replied sincerely. "You keep writing, Shakespeare."

"Even if it doesn't match how you see it?" Marie raised a brow.

"I have my version, and you have yours." Dean shrugged.

Suddenly, the stage lights started flickering.

"One minute, folks. One minute." Maeve's voice rang through the headsets.

"Okay." Dean smiled.

"And, Dean? You never should've thrown this away." Marie handed him the Samulet.

Dean stared at it, then tried to give it back. "It never really worked. And, I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother, so…"

"Just take it. Jerk." Marie retorted.

"Bitch," Dean replied, quickly realizing he wasn't talking to Sam. "Um…"

Marie laughed at his awkward reaction and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Right. Okay." Dean muttered, walking over to Sam and Angela. "Well, I guess we can go back to staring at motel room walls."

"You know what, Dean? It was good for us, to get back out there." Sam admitted.

On stage, Marie and Siobhan were on stage together.

"We need to get back on the road, Dean. Doing what we do best." Marie said.

"What is that?" Angela asked curiously.

"It's just… I don't know anymore." Siobhan sighed.

"It's the, uh… The B.M. scene." Dean answered.

"Saving people, hunting things. You know? The family business." Marie replied.

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "The… bowel movement scene?"

"No! Just… Sh!" Dean hushed.

"You're right, Sammy," Siobhan replied. "Out on the road. You, me, and Angie."

"The three of us against the world." Marie smiled.

"What she said," Sam whispered.

"Carry on my wayward son," the actress playing Mary sang. "There'll be peace when you are done…"

"Lay your weary head to rest…" the actress playing John sang. "Don't you cry no more."

The rest of the cast walked onto the stage, joining in.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion," the ensemble sang. "Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion. I was soaring ever higher…"

"Who's that?" Sam whispered, nodding to the girl playing Adam.

"Oh, that's Adam. John Winchester's other kid." Maeve answered. "He's still trapped in the cage, in Hell. With Lucifer."

"But I flew too high. Masquerading as a man with the reason." The ensemble continued. "My charade is the event of the season. And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means I don't know. Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. Carry on…"

As the song played, the hunters looked on, emotion evident on their faces. Sam wrapped an arm around Angela's waist and pulled her closer. The lights faded while the audience applauded. Marie grinned proudly.

~/~\~

As they sped down the empty road, Dean put the Samulet on Baby's rearview mirror. The hunters looked at each other, smiling softly.

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this chapter! I just finished writing The Things We Left Behind last night, and omg! I am so, so excited for y'all to read those chapters :) As always, thank you for any reviews! Hearing what y'all think makes me so, so, so freaking happy! Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily