Working Class Hero

by jenajasper

Every day they do their job, even if no one notices...just a note :this was fun. Thanks for hanging in there and if you saw yourself or someone you know, it was intentional. "Raise a glass to the hard working people. Raise a glass to the salt of the earth." ! Thanks again

10. Chapter 10

She read all the books, several times. She loved those boys. They were so brave, and handsome, and devoted. So, what if they weren't real?

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She hung up the phone and immediately rearranged the books, all of them. from 'The Woman In White' to 'No Rest For The Wicked'. Her hand lingered as she thought of the end of that story. And she sighed.

But, things were looking up. Someone wanted to talk to her about the books. How awesome, if they could finally get the attention they deserved. And then tell the rest of this story.

She knew he was still writing; he told her so. It was like an obsession for him. No, the word he used was 'calling' . He has such a sense of responsibility and obligation to those boys, to tell that story. She felt responsible and obligated to him. And if she could convince these reporters…..

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The interview had gone well, she felt. Although, she had her doubts, at first. They seemed a little resistant when she talked about how they cry. They didn't look the way she expected them to, either. Big and broad and plaid, jeans and boots, a little rough around the edges for reporters, she thought. She wondered, how underground was this publication they wrote for? But, she made it clear; she didn't want any 'smart ass article' making fun of the boys.

With any luck, she felt it a legitimate possibility that they could start publishing again, if Chuck cooperated. That's why she gave them his real name and address. It wasn't an easy decision but they were evidently fans.

They knew the answers to all her questions. The birthdays, Sam's LSAT score, even Dean's favorite song. He knew it was a tie and he said it like he believed it. They even had the tattoo, and on their chests like Sam and Dean.

And that one guy seemed truly offended when she made that comment about real men. Those two guys were real men. What if Sam and Dean were real men? What if those two were really Sam and Dean?

She laughed to herself. Maybe, even at herself.

Why is that such a crazy idea? If this works out, she was going to pitch this to him. She was his publisher; he would listen to her.

And anyhow, we can make up whatever we want.

That's why they call it fiction.