Third Person POV
Elsa, Sam, and Dean walked into the house of the person who published the supernatural books. She looked about in her mid twenties and she was wearing a long grey cardigan.
She led them into the office and it was very hard to stay serious. All along the walls there were posters and framed t-shirts of the book version of Sam, Dean, and Elsa. The publisher went to sit down were a Dean bobble head figure rested on her desk. Sam took out a pad of paper and pretended to write something down.
"So,you published the supernatural books?"
The publisher nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yep. Yeah. These books…You know they never really got the attention they deserve. All anyone wants to read anymore is that romance crap. Well I mean like badly written romance stories. You know,boy meets girl, girl is weak and needs a man to save her. But not like the Elsa novela. What She and Dean have is real. I mean She's saved his ass more times then he knows. It's brilliant!"
The publisher smiled while Sam and Dean both turned there head's at Elsa who refused to look at them. That can't be true right? Sam thought.
He turned back to the publisher. "Right…Well, we're hoping that our article can…shine a light on the under appreciated series."
The publisher stood up from her desk and smiled. "Yeah, yeah,because if we got a bit of good press then maybe we could start publishing again."
Both Sam, Dean, and Elsa at the same time responded "What?! NO No no no no no. God no!"
When the publisher looked confused Dean backtracked. "I mean, why-why would you do that? You know,Uh, It's such a complete series, what of Dean going to hell and all."
The publisher suddenly got really emotional and moved closer to the boys. "Oh my god! That was one of my favorite one's, because Dean was so…strong, and sad, and brave. And Sam, I mean the best parts are when they cry."
She moved over to the large bookshelf a started pulling books out. "Like in "heart" when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home" where Dean had to call John to ask for help. Gosh.. If only real man were so open and in touch with there feelings."
All three of the hunters looked psychically ill. Elsa looked like she was going to throw up.
How many things have happened that she couldn't stop? She was supposed to watch over them but she failed time and time again. All of these things could have been easily avoided if she didn't hide like a scared little child. This is all her fault.
Dean looked at the publisher. "Real men?"
The publisher smiled. "Yeah. I mean no offense but how often do you cry like that hm?"
Elsa mumbled under breath "Well, right now I'm crying on the inside."
The publisher glared at Elsa. "I'm sorry. Is that supposed to be funny?"
Elsa scoffed. "Lady, this whole thing is funny."
While still glaring at Elsa the publisher said. "How do I know your legit? Cause I don't want anyone making fun of my boy's and my angel."
Sam pretended to look shocked." No no. Never. We are all actually big fan's." All three hunters shook there head yes in response.
The publisher looked skeptical. "You've read the books? All of you?" That last question was directed at Elsa who just shook her head yes.
The publisher smirked. "What is the model of the car?"Really? She's going to make us answer trivia questions? Great...
Dean smiled. This was an easy one. "It's a 1967 Chevy Impala."
"What's May 2nd?"
This time Sam answered. " That's my- I mean Sam's birthday."
"Sam's score on the LSAT?"
Who the hell would know that? Sam looked at Dean thinking the same thing Elsa was thinking. "Um. One-Seventy four?"
"Dean's favorite song?"
Dean smiled. "It's a Zep's Ramble On and Traveling Riverside Blues." The publisher seemed satisfied with there answers.
"Now. On to Elsa. Because If you haven't read her story arch then you truly are not a fan." Sam and Dean were at a loss for words. They don't know anything about the angel they just met.
Elsa raised her hand. "I'll take these questions."
The published turned to Elsa. "Ok. Fine. Question 1. What are Elsa's signature shoes?"
Elsa looked down at her feet. "Black Converse Sneakers."
"Ok. Put these angels from oldest to youngest. Micheal, Lucifer, and Elsa."
Elsa was starting to look nervious. What if she asked her something about her past. She could think of a few things that she didn't want to tell anyone.
"Michael is the oldest, then Elsa, then Lucifer."
"Correct. Two more. What is the most precious gift Elsa have given to someone?" Elsa gritted her teeth. The boys would be able to connect the dots on this one.
"A trench coat."
The boys turned there heads at Elsa and started to put the pieces together.
"Last question. What is the name of the angel that she had a relationship with after Lucifer's fall?"
Oh no.
This was on her list of things she didn't want Sam and Dean to find out about. Elsa took a deep breath and looked down.
"Castiel."
If the boy's didn't look surprised when she said the trench coat thing then they are now. They could barley keep there cover.
The publisher smirk and seemed satisfied with Elsa's answers. "What to you wanna know?"
Sam and Dean were still in shock so Elsa responded for them. "What is Carver Edlands real name?"
The publisher looked shocked. "Oh no no. Im sorry. I can't tell you that. He's very private. Like a Salinger."
Sam stepped forward aparently out of his trance. "Please. Like I said…" Sam's pulled down his shirt revealing his anti- possession symbol. "We are really big fans."
Dean looked at Sam who also pulled down his shirt revealing his own tattoo. The publisher then looked at Elsa who pulled out a chain with a crystal blue pendent attached to it.
The publishers eyes lit up. Acceptably at Elsa's neckless. Where did she find that?! She's been wanting to get one off the internet for awhile now. The neckless that Castiel gave her on there first trip to earth. AH! So romantic!
"Awsome! You know what?" The publisher lifted up her skirt where a anti-possation tattoo was placed. "Ive got one to!"
Dean smirked and the publisher. "Wow. You are a fan."
Elsa rolled her eyes at Dean's flirting. The publisher smiled and started to write something on a piece of paper. "Ok. he's name is Chuck Shurly. And he's a genius so don't piss him off."
Wait. Elsa thought. Chuck Shurly?
Oh no.
Now it all makes sense. How he knew everything.
But that still doesn't explain why he wrote a book about her. She was going to have talk to him.
But she had to be careful.
The last thing she needs is an Arch Angel on her ass.
