The Real Ghostbusters! Sorry I've not updated I had some issues with my internet so that's why you get two updates in one day!
*Disclaimer*- I don't own the supernatural guys, nor have I ever, or will I ever own them. (Unfortunately!) Original Content is owned by the author (me!). Enjoy!
We drove back to Bobby's on the way there I kept catching Dean watching me and Payton talk, I ignored it, but he was watching us. When we got in Bobby had shouted at us all for going off half cocked. We just stood there and took it, honestly we probably had, but we got everyone back. Later I was in my room packing up my things when Payton walked into the room.
"Hey." I said softly folding some clothes.
"Hey, so..." Payton said swinging his arms around.
"What's up?" I asked putting the clothes in my bag.
"I'm going be heading out soon." Payton said smiling at me. "Just wanted to say thanks, and be safe."
"What? Are you running out on us?" I asked turning to face him. "Cos I mean if you are... think again! I.. I am no where near ready to take on an angel with the blade yet! And, and, and what about all the info you could give us? The secrets to the universe and all that!" I said throwing my hands up in the air. Payton stood there and laughed at me.
"Dude you really need to chill out more." He said grabbing my arms and pulling them down to my side.
"You can't leave, you're one of the strongest allies we have." I said shaking my head.
"Megan," Payton let go on my arms. "You know I can't stay, sooner or later you'll run into more of my brothers. I cant risk it. I wont risk it." He said seriously. "Plus, you know, you're not that bad with the blade, I don't think I could teach you much more." He smiled.
"I bet there is loads you could teach me." I sighed.
"Well yeah I could," He laughed. "But I'm not going to." He grinned.
"You are a jerk." I said pushing him softly.
"Ouch, words hurt too." He laughed pretending to be hurt. I rolled my eyes at him. "Ok, ok fair enough, those words didn't hurt so bad. But, come on, I need to go keep searching for my dad. He has to be out there somewhere. Maybe if Castiel will let me, I could help him search. Together, like family should be." Payton said looking into my eyes. I knew he was right, plus if an Arch-Angel was helping to find God, that had to help our chances?
"Yeah, you should keep looking." I said sitting on the edge of the bed. "Just, I don't know, keep your phone on you. Just in case I'm stuck in the middle of no where and need some angel assistance." I half joked and looked up to see Payton smile at me. We looked at each other for a few minutes, just looking into each others eyes. Payton was the first angel that really understood humanity, he understood because he was more human than any angel I'd met.
"You know, it's ok to say you'll miss me." He said in his usual cocky tone. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of my room.
"Yeah I'm really going to miss not getting hit on and then having to drive your drunk arse home cos you get more wasted then me!" I joked.
I walked Payton to his Jeep and helped him place the last of his bags in the boot. They were heavy and I started to wonder what angel's carry around with them.
"I think you forgot the sink." I joked as I closed the boot to the Jeep. "What the hell do you have in them?"
"Well you've got to be prepared." Payton joked slipping his sunglasses on, he looked more like a rock-star than a hunter or an angel. I laughed and shook my head.
"Well whatever it is, I hope it helps you find him." I said softly.
"Thanks Megan." Payton said flashing his million dollar grin at me. "I really mean it, for everything."
"Huh? You're the one who's helped! You taught me to fight and to punch Lucifer in the face! Gotta say that has been the highlight of the apocalypse for me." I said laughing a little bit as I lent on his Jeep.
"Yeah, it did feel good didn't it?" Payton laughed leaning next to me. We saw Bobby and Dean come out of the front door.
"Keep in touch Payton! Let me know if you hear anything!" Bobby shouted from the porch.
"Yes sir, I will keep you in touch, promise!" Payton shouted back.
"Can't you do something about his legs?" I whispered to Payton.
"Only if I want everyone to know who I am, I'm sorry Megan, I can't." Payton sighed. "Thanks again Bobby for all the help!" Payton shouted to Bobby before turning to me.
"So... this is bye?" I asked smiling at him and shoving my hands into my pockets.
"More like, catch you later." Payton grinned. I laughed.
"So what? Angel's don't do goodbyes?" I asked shaking my head.
"No, if this ends badly, I'll see you soon, if it ends well I wont see you for a lifetime. But either way, I'll see you again." Payton said smiling. "Maybe I'll buy you a drink up there."
"Yeah, maybe I'll let you." I laughed again and pulled Payton into a tight hug. "I really hope you find him."
"So do I. So do I." Payton said hugging back. He pulled out of the hug and looked at me holding my arms. "Man, I wish you could see the way you look to the angel's, you're so beautiful." I started to blush. "And now you're blushing, aww isn't that cute." Payton said patronisingly. I punched his arm and shook my head.
"Least I'm not some pretty boy angel." Was the best come back I could come up with. Payton raised his eyebrow and lent close enough to whisper in my ear.
"So you think I'm pretty?" He whispered and then pulled away laughing. I folded my arms over my chest and shook my head. I couldn't argue, Payton was good looking, you'd have to be blind not to have noticed.
"Be careful, and don't be a stranger." I said smiling at Payton.
"You be safe too, I don't want to see you up there for a very long time!" Payton said pulling me into one last hug.
"Promise." I said hugging. Payton pulled out of the hug and kissed me on the cheek.
"You are something unique, you ever need my help, call for me and I promise to get to you. Always." Payton whispered in my ear. As he pulled out he looked into my eyes. I smiled and nodded.
"Catch you later Pay." I said as he climbed into his Jeep.
"Later Meg!" He shouted starting the Jeep and driving off. I stood there for a few minutes watching the dust settle again. So Payton's always going to be there, well that's unless he has to stand up to his brothers... I can't hold that against him, but I wish he'd fight with us. I think I might miss having him around. God, if Payton knew that he'd be ribbing me for weeks about it. A smile crossed my lips as the thought hit.
"What's made you smile?" Dean asked from the side of me. I turned to him and kept smiling. He was watching the dust settle too but didn't look too pleased.
"Just a personal joke." I said looking at him. Dean looked a little grumpy. "You ok?" I asked as we walked back up to Bobby's.
"Yeah I'm fine..." He lied and walked off as soon as we got in the house.
Later I was sat talking to Sam about how we both felt about being vessels of evil. The conversation had started with who was going for dinner, but with the aid of many beers we had moved onto this topic. It was something, neither of us really wanted to talk to Dean about, but we could talk to each other.
"I just wish we could find the colt." Sam sighed before taking a swig of his beer. I sighed and nodded.
"Tell me about it, I'd love to wipe the grin off his face." I said before taking a drink of my beer. "He's been 'visiting' me again." I sighed looking at the floor.
"Visiting? What in your dreams again?" Sam asked looking worried.
"Yeah... stupid jackass." I huffed.
"What did he want?" Sam asked finishing his beer off.
"The usual. World domination, and his love." I sighed and finished my beer. We got up and walked to the kitchen to grab some more. "No offence Sammy, but I couldn't imagine kissing you...ever." Sam let out a small laugh and walked to the fridge.
"You told Dean?" Sam asked as he opened the fridge.
"Ha!" I laughed. "Like you would. No, but... I... may have something that could help us, if we can't find the colt." I said leaning on the door. Sam turned to look at me.
"What do you mean?" He asked pulling out two ice cold beers and passing me one. I put mine on the counter and pulled my left foot up. I pulled up my jeans and slid the angel dagger out of the leg holster.
"This." I said holding it out to Sam. He nearly choked on his beer and put the bottle down next to mine to look at the dagger.
"Is this what I think it is?" Sam asked examining it.
"Yup." I answered opening my bottle and taking a small drink. "I've had a few lesson's in self defence with it as well."
"How'd you get it?" Sam asked confused. "Castiel is cut off from up there." I nodded and lent against the counter.
"I may have met an angel who thought we could do with the help." I said smiling.
"When? How?" Sam asked confused.
"When I was looking for where you had gotten to." I replied taking the blade off of Sam and putting it back into it's holster. Bobby wheeled in and watched us both.
"What you got there?" He asked pointing to my leg as I covered it with my jeans.
"Just a blade." I replied.
"What kind of blade?" Bobby asked looking unsatisfied with my answer.
"An angel's blade." Sam blurted out, I glanced at him and he shrugged his shoulders apologetically.
"And how the hell did you get hold of that?" Bobby asked looking confused.
"When me and Pay went to investigate where the guys had gone to, we ran into an angel who wanted to help out. He gave us the blade and taught me how to use it." I replied. It wasn't a total lie, the angel had helped, I just didn't say the angel was Payton, or that he was an arch angel.
"Hmm did you happen to get the angel's name?" Bobby asked staring hard at me.
"I think it was Raziel... or something weird like that." I said looking at Bobby. I hated giving Payton up, but I guess I really hadn't and that was the thing. Payton was Raziel, but he changed his name. Bobby watched me a few more minutes I think he was thinking, trying to recognise the name. But before he could say anything else, Dean walked into the kitchen with food.
"What's going on?" He asked putting the food on the table.
"Megan's found an angel blade." Bobby said as Sam started to dish up. Sam glanced at me then Dean before going back to handing out the food.
"What? How?" Dean asked walking over to me. I grabbed my beer and took a small drink of it.
"Lucky I guess." I said smiling. "Let's eat." I said moving over to the food. Bobby and Dean traded looks.
Dean hadn't talked that much to me since we got back to Bobby's I wasn't sure if it was because we were both trying to keep some space between us, or if it had something to do with Payton. Either way, it was making it easier to ignore the romantic feelings I had for him. I was stood in the bathroom after my shower looking at the reflection of myself.
"I'm the only O'Connor left. No more of my bloodline left..." I sighed looking at my reflection. Maybe it would be better if there wasn't any O'Connor's left. No... no I couldn't leave Bobby, Sam and Dean in this fight. Hell I couldn't stop it starting, maybe I can just plain stop it. I let a sigh escape my lips and shook my head. "You are a fighter, always have been, always will... So keep fighting." I said to myself with a firm nod. Nothing like a pep talk to yourself to keep you on task. I walked out of the bathroom and bumped into Dean who wasn't looking where he was going.
"Sorry." We both said at the same time and I looked up at him. His eyes were so green, to yummy, so Dean. I forced myself to look away and realised I was stood in the towel.
"Oh yeah." I mumbled and pull the towel up a little.
"Yeah... I'll leave you to... go." Dean said slightly nervously and walked off. It was weird hearing Dean nervous, I watched as he walked down the hallway and turn to face me just before going down the stairs. He flashed me his famous school boy grin. I smiled back and shook my head before going to change.
"Typical."I muttered with a smile on my face as I entered my room.
Sam has gotten a text from Chuck. A text which said he needed our help and we need to get to him as soon as possible. We all piled into the Impala and Dean started to drive. No one knew exactly why Chuck needed us, but none of us doubted it was probably going to be big.
"What could he have seen?" Sam asked sighing as the car roared down the empty road.
"Dunno but it's gotta be big. We've not herd from Chuck since..." Dean glanced at me in the rear view mirror.
"Me? Yeah I kind of guessed that." I sighed. Chuck had called the guys after Zachariah had sent him on his merry way. "I think he might have found out when that demon virus thing is about to start." I suggested from the back of the car.
"God I hope not." Dean replied.
"Yeah, last time I don't know how we got out there alive... I really don't want to face that again." Sam sighed.
"Let's just get to Chuck and find out what's wrong." Dean said pressing on the gas more.
We drove pretty much 24 hours straight to get to Chuck's location. It was The Pine-view Hotel, from the blur as we drove into its parking lot, the place looked... green. Yeah I saw a green blur. Dean was in a real hurry. We rushed out of the car and Dean paused, looking at the other cars in the lot.
"Dean come on!" Sam shouted as we rushed to find Chuck. We raced to the front of the hotel and saw Chuck pacing around. He looked uneasy. "Chuck, there you are!" Sam shouted as we reached him. Chuck looked slightly confused.
"Guys?" Chuck said looking at all three of us.
"What's going on?" Dean asked.
"Um nothing... I'm um I'm just kind of hanging." Chuck said nervously. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Dude you said you need us to come here." I said plainly.
"Umm no, I didn't. But um its good really good to see you again." Chuck replied still nervous.
"Yeah you did, you text me. Life or death situation, any of this ring a bell?" Sam asked sounding slightly annoyed. Chuck looked clueless for a second.
"No I I, I didn't send you a text." Chuck said shaking his head.
"We drove all night!" Dean said getting grumpy.
"I'm sorry, I I I, I don't understand what could," Something clicked in Chuck's head. "Oh no." He said rolling his eyes.
"What?" Dean snapped as the door to the hotel opened and none other than Becky walked out. I sighed, she annoyed me on a whole new level of annoyance.
"SAM! YOU MADE IT" She screamed, squealed one of the two, as she ran down the steps to join us. Well more like drool over Sam.
"Oh um Becky, right?" Sam asked not sure if he remembered her name right.
"Oh, you remembered." She said sounding out of breath. Dean rolled his eyes and I turned to Chuck who wasn't looking to pleased. "You've been thinking about me."
"I um.." Sam turned to us for help.
"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either." Becky said smiling at Sam. I had to bite my lip not to laugh. Chuck grabbed Becky's arm.
"Did you take my phone?" Chuck asked. Becky turned to him.
"I just borrowed it," She said plainly. "From your pants." Chuck let out a big sigh.
"Becky!" He huffed.
"What?" She said and turned to us. "They're going to wanna see it!"
"See what?" The guys said at the same time.
"Oh my god! I love it when they talk at the same time!" Becky squealed and turned to Chuck. Ok, I let Becky have that one, it was kind of cute when they guys talked at the same time... although I'd never tell them that.
"Hey Chuck, come on pal, it's show time." A guy shouted from the top of the stairs. Becky looked at us smiling and ran off up the stair.
"Guy's I'm really sorry." Chuck said looking at us. "For everything." He said before walking up the stairs. We fallowed Chuck into the hotel, and was met by a very unusual sight. A tubby guy with a beer walked past us.
"Hey Dean, looking good." He said pointing to Dean.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked confused.
"I'm Dean too, duh!" The guy said and walked off. I was really confused, and by the look on Dean's face he was too. He turned to face me and Sam but noticed something behind us and a flash of fear crossed his face. Me and Sam turned around and Sam jumped slightly, to me it was just a guy dressed up as a really freaky looking scarecrow.
"O oh, it's Sam and Dean, I'm in trouble now." The guy had a plastic hook and had a can of soda and a pink drinking straw. Terrifying, truly... "Have fun you two." And he 'clawed' at Sam, Sam actually jumped back a little.
"What?" Dean asked turning to us, but both me and Sam were looking out into the crowd. There was a bunch of supernatural creatures, only they weren't. They were people in badly made costumes dressed up pretending to be supernatural creatures, also there was a fair share of Sam and Deans... it was freaky. Yet at the same time hilarious.
"Becky what is this?" Sam asked still looking into the crowd of people.
"It's awesome!" She actually sang the words. "It's a supernatural convention, the first ever." She said with a nod.
We fallowed Becky to a small hall where there was a stage that read The Supernatural Convention, the room was full of demons, ghosts, creatures and about 50 Sam and Dean's. It was kind of funny. The guy from before took the stage.
"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 4:40 there's the homoerotic subtext of Supernatural." I turned to the guys and watched they're eyes widen. "Oh and the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp!" Everyone began to clap and cheer, including Becky. "Rigby now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself, the creature and the writer of Supernatural books, the one, the only Carver Edlund!" The crowd began to cheer again and Chuck walked on stage. Chuck walked up to the mike but he got some feedback.
"Ok good this isn't nearly as awkward as I," Chuck coughed a little. "Dry mouth." He cleared his throat and went to get a bottle of water from the side of the stage. He drank half the bottle of water before talking again. "Ok, so I guess, questions." He said and a sea of arms raised into the air. I turned to Dean.
"We allowed to ask questions?" I whispered softly.
"No he already looks frightened to death up there." Dean replied with a small laugh.
"Um you!" Chuck said pointing to a guy in the crowd. A tall skinny looking guy got up with a massive grin on his face.
"Hey Mr Edlund, big fan. Wow ok, I was just wondering, where you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?" This guy asked. Chuck looked down for a second and then looked at us stood at the back.
"Oh I um um er um er it just come to me." Chuck replied nervously. Soon the sea of hands were back. "Ok yeah the um hook man." Chuck said to the crowd.
"Ah ya, vhy in every fight scene, Sam or Dean are having their gun or knife knocked avay by the bad guy? Vhy don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" A German guy in a 'hook man' costume asked.
"I um.." Chuck tried to answer, I glanced at Sam and looked like he was thinking about the idea. "I really don't-"
"Ya fallow up, vhy can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil, I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam in some type of moral laps." The German guy asked. Dean nudged me and I looked to see Becky getting madder and madder. I also noticed how uncomfortable Sam was looking. "It's obvious nine?" The guy asked. Chuck opened his mouth to answer when Becky started to shout.
"Hey! If you don't like the books don't read them Fritz!" Becky shouted marching over to him.
"Ok, ok its, just its ok just." Chuck said trying to calm Becky down. "Next question. Yeah you."
"Yeah at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell, so what happens next?" This slightly chubby teenager asked.
"Oh, there lays an announcement actually, um, you're all going to find out." Chuck said and then looked up at us for a second. "Thanks to a um wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again." Everyone went crazy clapping and getting up off their chairs. Well everyone except me Sam and Dean. I knew how the guys felt about the books, I was pretty sure Chuck knew too which was confusing since he had decided to write more. Maybe he had a death wish, before the apocalypse came that is.
After the little Q&A session ended most people headed to the bar, we went to see Chuck. We walked over to him in the bar where he was sat with Becky. It was clear to me at least that Chuck had a thing for Becky. Shame she hadn't noticed.
"Oh hi Sam!" She squealed as we reached her.
"Excuse us," Dean said to Becky as we reached them. "In case you haven't realised our plates are kind of full ok? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil, we don't have time for this crap!" Dean snapped leaning closer to Chuck. I noticed Becky was smiling at Sam and giving him the puppy dog eyes. Sam looked really uncomfortable. I started to feel sorry for him. I took a deep breath and let it slowly. I must be insane... I grabbed Sam's hand and squeezed it a little. Sam looked shocked for a second but I smiled at him and he smiled back. Becky started to glare at me.
"Listen I didn't call you." Chuck said defensively. Dean moved back and clocked me holding Sam's hand. He gave me a quick stare but continued to stand straight.
"He means the books, Chuck. Why you publishing more books?" Sam asked more confident now he thought Becky was backing off a little.
"Um.. for food and shelter." Chuck replied innocently.
"Who gave you the rights to our life story?" Dean asked moving closer to Chuck to scare him.
"An arch-angel, and I didn't want it." Chuck replied, trying his best to stand up to they guys.
"Well the deals off ok, no more books, our lives are not for public consumption." Sam said and glanced at Becky, she was acting shy, kind of like a kid caught in the middle of parents fighting.
"Look Becky would you mind excusing us for just a second?" Chuck asked. Becky nodded.
"Uh huh." She sounded like a three year old. I rolled my eyes and we walked off, my hand still in Sam's until we got out of sight of Becky in another room.
"You guys know what I do for a living?" Chuck asked us.
"Yeah Chuck, we know." Sam sighed.
"Then could you tell me, cos I don't. I'm not a good writer, I've got no marketable skills, I'm not, some hero who can hit the road and fight monsters. Ok? Until the world ends, I gotta live, alright? And the supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?" Chuck begged the guys. Honestly if it was up to me, I probably wouldn't have give a damn, a)the world was most likely to end soon so who cares who read the damn books, and b)the books really didn't have that big a fan base, chances were with the amount of readers none of them would actually try to hunt ghosts, my bet, most just wanted to escape from the world. Before anyone could voice their opinions we herd a woman scream loudly.
"No guys wait!" Chuck shouted as we took off.
We fallowed the sound up to the first floor of the hotel. There was a woman on the floor, she looked in shock. Sam got to her first and helped her onto her feet.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked as we reached her.
"I think so." She said nervously.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"I saw a ghost." She replied still sounding shocked.
"A ghost? Mam could you tell us what it looked like?" The tall skinny guy from before asked, there was a crowd of people forming behind us. We weren't used to an audience.
"Why don't you leave this to the grown-up's pal?" Dean suggested.
"A woman, she was in an old fashion dress, really old, like school marme or something." The maid described.
"Did she say something to you?" The chubby teenager from before asked. The maid smiled.
"Gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw a ghost," She started to explain what happened. Sam looked pissed, he pushed past her and we fallowed. Becky showed up again and raced over to us. Sam grabbed my hand and held on for dear life.
"Woo the LARPing started!" She said and then glanced at Sam and noticed him holding my hand and began to glare at me. Dean sighed.
"The? What is that again?" He asked confused.
"Live Action Role Playing, it's a game. The convention puts it on." Becky said smiling madly at Sam, but then giving me quick evil glares. She passed Sam a piece of paper and started to smile up at him again.
"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." Sam read out. Dean looked annoyed by it all, Sam looked slightly perplexed by it and I was just straight up unimpressed.
"You guys are so going to win." Becky said singing the words again. She was so annoying, like the most annoying thing I have ever encountered on this planet, and taking into consideration some of the things I've seen... yeah she's up there.
We decided to leave Becky to her LARPing and the rest of the guys. We headed down to the lobby where we were met by a bunch of people running the FBI gig. I laughed a little, because seeing other people do it, well it looked stupid. Sam still had a death grip on my hand, so when I giggled he noticed.
"What?" He bent over to whisper in my ear. I was sure it was for Becky's benefit.
"The FBI gig, look at how stupid these guys look." I said softly. Sam glanced and actual let out a small laugh.
"Yeah your right." He said smiling. I hadn't seen Sam smile for a while, not since the final seal really, it was nice to see him laughing and smiling. We stood there and listened to the over dramatised events of Latisha Gore, killing kids or something.
"Well that is just about all the community theatre I can take." Dean said glancing to us.
"Yeah this can not get any weirder." Sam replied. Just as he said that the fat guy calling himself Dean, and the skinny guy from before walked past us.
"Dad said before he died, that I might have to kill you." The tubby 'Dean' said to the skinny guy in a deep voice.
"Kill me? What the hell does that mean?" The skinny guy replied in a deep voice too.
"I don't know." Tubby Dean answered. I guess the other guy was meant to be Sam. Skinny Sam sighed and they walked off. The guys turned to each other.
"I need a drink." They said at the same time.
"Oh my gosh, I just love it when you speak at the same time!" I said in a very happy voice, doing my best impersonation of Becky. The guy's just glared at me. "What? I thought it was funny." I said smiling.
"Yeah well your not getting harassed by her." Sam sighed as we walked to the bar. Dean grinned at that.
We got to the bar and grabbed some beers and some shots. A guy dressed as Dean but who looked more like a very skinny weaker version of him walked up to me with a few of his friends watching from the other side of the room.
"Hey, you are way to cute to be in a place like this." His voice sounded confident even if the rest of him looked nervous.
"That so?" I asked looking him up and down. The guy glanced back to his friends and smiled at me.
"Bella, why this is an unexpected surprise, I didn't think I'd see you again." He said moving closer to me.
"Uh huh." I said bored of the annoying nerdy guy already.
"Don't think you can charm me with your womanly ways again and get away with it." He moved closer to me, so closer he whispered in my ear. "Unless you want to go upstairs and you could search me for the Colt, maybe a body search." He moved away from me and winked. I noticed his friends watching with their mouths open wide. I smiled at him and acted all interested in the guy. I moved real close to him and put my hand on his arm and whispered in his ear.
"You are going to walk away, right now, before I break this arm, got it?" I asked still smiling at the guy, but I was squeezing his arm so tight it might have actually broken. I moved away and continued to smile, the guy looked terrified and nodded slowly before getting up off the stool and walking back to his friends. I sighed and shook my head before heading back over to the guys with drinks. Sam made me sit so he was in the middle just in case Becky showed up again.
"Dude really?" Dean asked laughing a little.
"She freaks me out man, what am I meant to do?" Sam asked looking really scared of her.
"Well she hates me now, if that helps at all." I said before taking a drink of my beer.
"Oh yeah it helps." Sam said with a small smile. "Thanks, for grabbing my hand."
"Yeah well don't expect anything else, my limit is hand holding." I joked. "Plus you looked so helpless, I couldn't leave you looking like that, it was sad." I joked.
"She's just so... intense." Sam sighed.
"Just tell her to back off." Dean said ordering a shot.
"I can't man..." Sam sighed.
"Hey don't sweat it, I promise to hold your hand every time she's around. It might keep her at bay long enough for her to realise Chuck likes her." I laughed a little. Sam looked at me confused, by now Dean was chatting up the 'ghost', a good looking woman dressed as the ghost everyone was hunting. Look I know I've said it before and I'm getting the feeling I will say this again, but it hurt seeing Dean chat her up. Yeah I know my own fault, and you'd think after spending some time away it wouldn't matter so much to me, but looks like we were both wrong on that one. I took a deep breath, Sam turned and noticed Dean chatting up the ghost.
"So, um Chuck and Becky, you really think?" Sam asked squeezing my hand a little. I looked at Sam and he gave me a sad puppy dog smile. He was a life saver, he was so good at picking up on problems, especially as Dean would say 'girly feelings crap'.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Yeah I think that he really likes her." I said giving Sam a thank you smile. Before we could talk more we herd a guy shouting.
"For the last time I'm not making this up ok! She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost!" The chubby teenager from before shouted walking into the hall way. Dean glanced back at us and we nodded to get up and check it out.
"Look I'm sure it was just one of the actors." His friend said to him.
"Who beat the crap out of me and then vanished?" The guy shouted back.
"You saw something?" Sam asked as we reached them.
"Look this isn't part of the game jerk." The guy snapped at Sam. "Tim, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same." The guy said and left with his friend shouting after him.
"What do you think?" Sam asked.
"I don't think that guys good enough actor to be acting." Dean replied.
We walked over to the reception and yet again the guy was rambling about the haunted hotel crap. We ignored them and went to the actual reception.
"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked as we reached the desk.
"Look I don't have time to play Star Wars guys, go ask the guy in the Ascot." The guy behind the desk said to us. Dean glanced at us and sighed before going in his pocket and pulling out some money.
"Actually we, kind of want to talk to you." Dean said slipping a $50 across the desk.
"Ok, you guys are really into this." The receptionist said laughing slightly.
"You have no idea." Sam said with a sarcastic smile.
"What do you want to know?" He asked taking the money and putting it in his jacket pocket.
"All the tales about Latisha Gore, are they true?" I asked softly.
"We generally don't like to publicize this, to the um, normal people, but yeah. 1909, this place was called Poor Orphanage, Miss Gore killed four boys, with a butcher knife, then offed herself." The receptionist explained.
"And is tonight really the anniversary?" Dean asked.
"Yup, I guess you convention guys want authenticity." The guy answered. Dean let out a small laugh and we all glanced at each other.
"There been any sightings?" Sam asked.
"Um over the years, a few maids have quit saying they herd boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once." The receptionist explained to us.
"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean asked.
"Look I don't want you stomping all over the joint. Lot of this place is off limits to nerds." The guy started to explain, Dean got out another 50 and slid it across the table. "The attic."
"Thanks for the help." I said as we walked off.
We went up to the attic to check it out. There was a crawl space to get in so, and I wasn't so keen on it, but I went in. Sam had the EMF reader out as we looked around the room.
"EMF's going nuts." Sam said.
"Great." Dean sighed. "We've got a real ghost and a bunch of dude pretending to be us, poking at it."
"No way this ends well." Sam sighed as we went into the room more to look around.
"You know what, it serves them right." Dean said and I turned to him.
"Dean." Sam said disapprovingly.
"Not cool man." I added shaking my head at him.
"Well I'm just saying." Dean huffed. Sam got a lead and fallowed it while we continued to look around. It was dark, covered in cob webs but overall I couldn't see anything that would stand out as ghostly. Creepy and horror film worthy, but not supernatural.
"My mommy loves me." A kids voice came out of no where. Sam jumped and we moved closer to him. "I said my mommy loves me."
"I'm sure she does." Sam finally answered the little boy.
"My mommy loves me this much." The kid said throwing his arms out as wide as he could. Only when he moved his arms, the kid had been scalped. Before we could say anything else to him, he vanished.
We got back down and I was sat with Dean. Sam was calling around to see if he could get any information on the place that would help. We sat in silence for a few minutes, it was awkward silence. I noticed Becky drooling over Sam again.
"Should... should I go over to Sam?" I asked watching Becky and getting very confused by her flirting style. Plus I felt bad for Chuck who was stood next to her. Dean looked over his shoulder and giggled to himself.
"No Sammy's big enough to handle her." He said turning back to me and losing his smile. We sat in that awkward silence for a few more minutes until I cleared my throat. I'm a big girl, I can talk to my ex, we can talk we are both adults I kept telling myself over and over again.
"So you think she killed her kid then the others?" I asked plainly. Talk about the case, yeah we can talk about the case...
"I don't know." Dean said plainly and the silence loomed over us again. "Why'd you grab Sam's hand back with Becky?"
"I felt sorry for him, she's kinda freaky." I said glancing as she licked her hand and blew it to Sam.
"That the only reason?" Dean asked and I brought my attention back to him. He was being serious. He is jealous of Sam?
"Yeah, come on dude. We've had this talk. He's like my brother. Eww." I said screwing my face up a little. Dean nodded slowly. "You didn't think I was serious?" I asked. But before he could answer Sam walked over to us putting his phone away.
"Alright, so that was a guy with the county historical society." Sam said sitting down next to me.
"And?" Dean asked as if we hadn't just had a conversation about him being jealous.
"Not only did Latisha Gore butcher four boys, one of them was her own son." Sam explained.
"Her son?" Dean asked. I shook my head in disgust. How could anyone do that to their own child, let alone another three innocent little kids?
"Yeah according to the police at the time, she scalped the poor kid." Sam explained.
"Oh that's it, I'm going to deep fry this bitch extra crispy." Dean said shaking his head. "Dude say where she was buried?"
"He doesn't know." Sam replied.
"Well think about it, this place was of Orphanage, it must have had a grave yard or some place to put the kids who died. I mean, the kids might be buried there, not so sure a murderer would be though." I said plainly.
"Hey check it out, there's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there, cemetery." Skinny Sam said pointing to an old map. Of course this could have been part of the stupid game, but we had to check it out. We got up and walked over.
"You think that's where Latisha's planted?" Tubby Dean asked.
"It's worth a shot." Skinny Sam said. Sam walked over and took the map looking at it.
"Hey, whoa, hey," Tubby Dean said taking the map back. "You mind?"
"It's real." Sam said to us. "A century old at least, and your right, there's a cemetery on the grounds."
"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked Tubby Dean.
"It's called a game pal, and it ain't called charity." Tubby Dean replied.
"Alright give me the map chuckles." Dean said plainly.
"Yeah well you're the chuckles, chuckles. Side's Dean don't listen to no body." Tubby Dean said flashing a yellow and red toy gun. A small smiled passed my lips, sure this guy had more weight on then the real Dean, and he would never be able to hunt in his life, but he had the right attitude.
"Dean, cool it." Skinny Sam said to the Tubby Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and started to pull out his gun.
"Dean." Sam said disapprovingly.
"Hey!" I added blocking Dean from the dynamic duo.
"What?" Dean asked. "They're freaking annoying." He huffed putting his gun back.
"Look guys, we all want to find the bones right? We just thought it would go faster if we all worked together." Sam said looking at the alternative version of themselves.
"We um, we get the Sizzler gift card." Skinny Sam said in a normal voice. Dean rolled his eyes again.
"Fine." Dean said with a sarcastic smile.
"We get to be Sam and Dean." Tubby Dean said in a normal voice. The guys looked at each other.
"Fine." Dean said plainly.
So we agreed to go with the guys to check out the grave yard, although honestly most of the time me and Sam were holding Dean back from punching the two wannabes. He really didn't like them all that much, and I was starting to get annoyed at being called Bella.
"Hey Bobby, Rufus, Bella, wanna hurry it up?" Tubby Dean shouted after us.
"Who is Bella, everyone in this place keeps calling me that name." I huffed fallowing the guys.
"She was British... I guess they pick up on the accent and just assume your trying to be her." Sam said giving me the puppy dog eyes again, but it felt like he wasn't telling me everything.
"What happened to her? Oh god, you didn't sleep with her did you?" I asked Dean who looked surprised.
"What? No hell no! That woman was crazy." Dean said shaking his head as we caught up to the guys.
"So where were we?" Skinny Sam asked in a normal voice.
"Doctor Elicot had just zapped your brain." Tubby Dean answered.
"Right got it." Skinny Sam said nodding his head. He cleared his throat and started to do a deep voice. "Why are we even here Dean? Are you just fallowing dads footsteps like a good little solider? You that desperate for approval?"
"That isn't you talking Sam." Tubby Dean said.
"See that's the difference between you and me, I've got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic." Skinny Sam said.
"So what you going to do Sam? You going to kill me?" Tubby Dean asked. I glanced at the brothers and both looked uncomfortable, I couldn't believe they'd had this conversation.
"Man I am so sick of you telling me what to do." Skinny Sam said.
"You know what, that, that's it." Dean said and we all stopped walking. "That is it."
"What's wrong Bobby?" Tubby Dean asked.
"I'm not Bobby," Dean said rising his voice. "Your not Sam, your not Dean." He said pointing to the two guys. "What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?"
"Because we're fans like you." Skinny Sam said in a normal voice.
"No, I am not a fan ok? Not fans. In fact I think that the Dean and Sam story sucks." Dean started to rant. Both me and Sam took a deep breath. "It is not fun, it is not entertaining, it is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me, their pain is not for you amusement, I mean do you think that they enjoy being treated like, like circus freaks?"
"Um I don't think they care because they are fictional characters." Tubby Dean said slowly.
"Oh they care, believe me, they care a lot." Dean said and pushed past them. I glanced at Sam.
"He's... really emotion about it all." I said and went after Dean. I caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "Look I know these guys are pissing you off, but man, you have to hold it together, they think its a game."
"But it's not a game. Its our freaking lives on show for all to see!" Dean grunted pulling his arm free.
"Yeah, I do know that Dean, all I'm saying is you've got to keep a lid on your temper or we wont find the bones and kill the bitch." I said softly looking into his burning eyes. We stared at each other for a few minutes until he sighed.
"Yeah, ok I'll try my best. Just... just stop those to from reciting my life like its all one big joke to them, ok?" Dean asked shaking his head.
"I'll try my best." I said softly with a small smile.
We finally got to the grave yard thankfully without the guys reciting any more of Sam and Dean's life. We started to look for Latisha Gore's grave. I wasn't sure if she was going to be buried there, but we had to at least try it.
"Found the four boys." Dean shouted.
"Here's Latisha Gore." Sam shouted I wondered over to it.
"Huh, look at that, maybe we're getting some good luck at last." I said looking at the grave.
"Uh what are you guys doing?" Dean asked looking at Tubby Dean and Skinny Sam.
"Uh we're looking for bones genius." Tubby Dean answered. "Gotta be around here somewhere."
"Generally bones, are in the ground." Dean said dumping his bag. Sam did the same thing and I grabbed a shovel out of his bag.
"Yeah I know that, I'm just saying." Tubby Dean said watching Dean. "Wait, hold on, you guys serious?" Tubby Dean asked in a normal voice as Dean grabbed a shovel.
"Deadly." Dean replied.
"We're not really digging up graves you guys, we are just playing the game so." Skinny Sam said in his normal voice, sounding nervous.
"Trust us, you want to win the game right?" Dean asked giving them the sarcastic smile again. Skinny Sam nodded and Dean walked over to the grave and started to dig.
"Don't you think we're freaking them out a little too much?" I asked as I started to help dig.
"Yeah well they wanted to be us, they're going to get to be just like us." Dean grunted as he started to dig more.
We got the grave dug out and reached the coffin when the wind started to pick up, I looked around for anything. Dean opened the coffin and the dynamic duo's faces turned to shock.
"That's a that's not a plastic skeleton, that's a skeleton skeleton." Tubby Dean said going pale.
"You just dug up a real grave." Skinny Sam added panicking slightly.
"Yeah." Dean replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to do. The pair turned to us still in shock.
"You guys are nuts." Tubby Dean said softly.
"You guys said you wanted to be hunters." Sam replied.
"Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." Tubby Dean said as they walked away.
"You guys have seriously lost your grip on this-" Skinny Sam said turning to face us.
"What?" Sam asked as they went quiet. We both turned to see Latisha Gore stood there.
"Naughty naughty naughty." She said over and over again backhanding both of us and sending us in opposite directions. I hit the ground and was dazed for a few seconds. When the world stopped spinning I saw Latisha Gore's ghost go up in flames. I got up and walked over to Dean.
"Real enough for you?" He asked looking at the two guys who looked scared to death.
We got back to the hotel and found the two guys who were pretending to be Sam and Dean sat at the bar.
"That was really-" Skinny Sam said.
"Awful right?" Dean said making Tubby Dean jump a little. They turned to us. "Exactly, rounds on us guys." Dean said putting some money down.
"See you around." Sam said.
"Be safe." I added as we started to walk away. They poor guys had seen more supernatural than they had expected to see. I felt bad for them.
"Hey," Tubby Dean shouted after us, we turned to him. "How did you know how to do all that?" He asked.
"We um, we read the books." Sam said softly and walked away. We headed over to Chuck before we left.
"Hey Chuck," Dean shouted to Chuck. "Good luck with the supernatural books. And screw you very much." Dean and Sam walked off.
"Yeah, and mention me in them and I'll use that family heirloom of mine on your..." I glanced to Chuck's crotch area and gave him a small smile before walking off. Chuck gulped as I walked off. As I reached the guys they were trying the doors.
"Guys? It says push, just in case you forgot." I said softly. Dean turned to me and gave me a mocking laugh and huffed.
"That's weird." Dean said looking at me.
"Definitely." Sam added and we went to try all the other exits. We regrouped by a window.
"Anything?" Dean asked as we reached him.
"Nothing, all the exits are locked as if." Sam started to say.
"Some thing's keeping us in. Yeah." Dean said hitting the window.
"This is bad." Sam said softly.
"Gee you think Sammy?" Dean said sarcastically. We herd another woman scream and ran to check it out.
We got up to the first floor and the woman playing the ghost ran out into us.
"Don't go in there." She said looking at us looking terrified.
"Get downstairs ok, go, go!" Dean said to the woman. We walked into the room and saw the little kid from before sat in the corner.
"Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?" The little kid asked.
"Maybe because of the high and tight she gave you." Dean said plainly to the kid. "How about some thanks?" Sam cleared his throat. "I'm just saying some gratitude might be nice, some once in a while." Dean said.
"My mommy didn't so this to me." The little kid said. Oh shit... I walked a little closer to the kid and bobbed down.
"What?" Sam said shocked.
"Who did this to you sweetheart?" I asked softly. Before he could answer he disappeared, I turned to look at the guys. We walked out of the room and herd some German being shouted. We raced to where it was coming from to find the German guy scalped on the floor. We knew that we had a problem, the three kids were the killers, they killed the little boy and Latisha had killed them.
We split up, Dean was rounding up the hotel staff, Sam was warning Chuck and I was still trying the doors for any way we could get outside. The problem was, being locked in, even in the massive hotel was starting to make me uneasy. I guess even if I'm not the wild animal I was, those fears have stuck with me, and my fear of being caged was high up on the list. I tried the doors once more and made my way back into the hall where Chuck was talking.
"Ok new theory." Sam said after we salted the exits.
"Well the one about Latisha was ass backwards obviously." Dean said.
"No shit." I said slightly annoyed looking at Dean.
"What I do?" Dean asked defensively.
"Burned the wrong bones dumb ass, now I'm stuck in here." I said folding my arms over my chest.
"Are, are you getting claustrophobic in here?" Sam asked. I glanced at him and nodded.
"I do not like being locked in places, especially buildings." I said threw grit teeth.
"This place is massive." Dean said surprised.
"Maybe to you." I grunted.
"Ok let's get back to the theory. Let's say those three children were playing Cowboys and Indians." Sam stared to explain changing the topic quickly.
"LARPing, that's Cowboys and Indians." Dean butted in and I glared at him.
"Ok and let's say scalped Latisha's son and killed him." Sam suggested.
"Mom catches them in the act, flips out, slices and dices them and herself." Dean suggested.
"If that's true that means we've got three blood thirsty brats in the building." Sam explained.
"Yeah and Latisha was the only one keeping them under control." Dean said looking into the crowd.
"Except until we took her out." Sam said.
"Smooth move on our part. Alright we've got to get back to the cemetery and torch the kids bones." Dean said.
"How exactly can we do that genius when all the doors and windows are locked?" I asked in a grumpy voice.
"Yeah we don't even have our guns. The ghosts are running this joint and they are only scared of one thing." Sam explained.
"Exactly." Dean said with a smile.
We grabbed the fake Latisha and asked her to pretend to be her again.
"You want me to do what? Why can't she?" The woman asked pointing to me.
"I'm not an actress, I can't do accents." I said honestly. That and I was taking any chance I got to get out of the freaking building. But I wasn't going to tell her that.
"But you are an actress, we just want you to act." Dean explained.
"I work at Hooters, in Talitoe." The woman explained. "You can forget it." She huffed.
"You'll be safe, we promise, this is really important." Sam begged the woman. Someone put their hand on Dean's shoulder and we all turned around.
"We want to help." It was Tubby Dean.
"Just give her the puppy dog thing, ok?" Dean said to Sam then turned his attention to the guys. "Guys, no."
"Why not?" Skinny Sam asked looking at us.
"You guys could get hurt, bad." I said softly.
"This isn't make believe." Dean added getting annoyed at them.
"Look we know. We're not nuts, we are freaking terrified." Tubby Dean explained.
"Yeah, but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something." Skinny Sam said. I gave him a small smile.
"Why?" Dean asked plainly.
"Because, that's what Sam and Dean would do." Tubby Dean said and my grin grew.
"Hey, you know that's true." I said looking at Dean.
Me, Sam, Tubby Dean and Skinny Sam headed for the doors. We were pushing on them trying to get them to open any way we could.
"Push it." Sam said pushing as hard as he could.
"We're trying." I said pushing with everything I had. I really, really wanted to get out of that building. We were pushing and the door's started to open.
"Go go go go!" Sam said still pushing it. Skinny Sam got out first then I pushed Tubby Dean through. I looked at Sam. "Go, get out, I'm right behind you." He said as we pushed on the door. I nodded and ran through the small gap. I pulled on the other side of the door but it slammed shut.
"Sam!" I shouted hitting the door.
"Go! Burn the bones! I'll go help Dean!" Sam shouted through the door.
"Be safe!" I shouted back.
"Just hurry!" Sam shouted. I turned to the guys and they looked a little worried.
"Come one, we need to get the shovels and stuff." I said walking over to Dean's car and popping the trunk. I got into the second trunk space and propped it up with the shotgun.
"What... what is all that stuff?" Tubby Dean asked looking at all the things in the trunk.
"They're guns. Look we don't have time for me to explain, ok?" I said grabbing the shot gun and passing the guys a shovel each. They nodded slowly.
"Who are you Bella?" Skinny Sam asked as I passed him his shovel.
"One of kind." I said shutting the trunk.
We got to the grave yard and started to dig a grave each. The guys weren't used to digging and so they were slower than I was.
"Oh my god," Skinny Sam sighed. "Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though, I'm going to throw up." I looked over to check he was ok.
"No you're not." Tubby Dean said softly and that's all Skinny Sam needed to hear. He started to dig. I gave Tubby Dean a small smile and went back to digging myself. Once we got the graves open we needed to move the bones.
"Guy's we need to pile them up, so we can burn them in one go." I said looking at the pair. Tubby Dean began to dry heave and Skinny Sam went really pale. "Never mind, just get the salt and lighter fluid out of the bag while I move them." I said shaking my head. I guess there is only so much you can expect newbies to do in one day. I thought to myself as I collected the bones and piled them up. Tubby Dean covered the bones with the salt and Skinny Sam put the lighter fluid over. I grabbed the lighter to torch them.
"So all we have to do now is um set it on fire?" Skinny Sam asked me.
"Yeah, it's pretty simple." I smiled at them both lost their smiles.
"Look out!" Tubby Dean shouted I threw the lighter to him seconds before I was throw across the grave yard.
"Quick light it!" Skinny Sam shouted as the ghost of the kid appeared over me holding the knife. I could hear the lighter clicking.
"Light it!" I shouted trying to hold back the little kid.
"How come Dean can do it first freaking time?" Tubby Dean shouted as he clicked it. Finally it lit and he threw it on the bones. The boy set on fire in front of my eyes and disappeared. The guys rushed over to me and helped me up.
"Are you ok?" Skinny Sam asked. I felt my head and it was bleeding a little.
"I'll live. Good job guys, now let's get back to the hotel to check everyone's ok." I said smiling at them.
Sam had dragged me over with him because Becky had said she wanted to talk to him. He had the death grip on my hand, I was sure I was losing circulation to it.
"Look Sam, I'm not going to lie, we had undeniable chemistry, but like the monkey on the sun, it was too hot to live. It can't go on." Becky said seriously. "Chuck and I, we found each other, my ying to his proud yang, and well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I'm so, so sorry." She said.
"Yeah Sam, you know, sorry." Chuck said standing next to Becky. I smiled at Chuck and he smiled back at me.
"Will you be alright?" Becky asked. Sam glanced at me and took a deep breath.
"Honestly I don't know, Becky you are always in my heart, sorry Megan." Sam said looking at me, I tried my best to look sad. Becky gave me a 'sorry/what can you do' smile.
"It's ok Sam, I've always known how you feel about Becky." I said letting go of his hand. Sam turned back to Becky.
"I'll just have to find a way to keep living without you, I guess." Sam said trying to be sad.
"God bless you." Becky said smiling then moved closer to Chuck who was grinning like the cat that got the cream.
"Ok." Sam said sounding normal "Oh hey Chuck, if you really want to publish more books, I guess that's ok with us."
"Wow! Really?" Chuck asked hopefully.
"No, not really, we have guns and we'll find you." Sam said seriously.
"Ok." Chuck said slightly nervously. "No more books."
"See you around." Sam said.
"Be safe guys." I added and we started to walk away.
"Sam wait! One more thing!" Becky shouted after us. We stopped and turned to her. "In chapter 33 of supernatural- time is on my side, there is that girl Bella, she was British and a cat burglar?"
"Cat Burglar?" I asked looking at Sam who looked sheepish.
"Yeah I know." Sam said looking at Becky.
"She stole the Colt from you and she said she gave it to Lilith remember?" Becky asked talking fast.
"Yeah." Sam said plainly.
"Well you know she lied right? She never really gave it to Lilith." Becky said, Sam looked at Chuck.
"Wait what?" Sam said in shock.
"Didn't you read the book?" Becky asked all of us. Chuck looked like he was trying to remember. "There was this one scene where Bella gives the Colt to a demon named Crowley, Lilith's right hand man, I think her lover too." Becky added.
"Crowley?" Sam asked Becky then turned to Chuck. "Didn't occur to you to tell us this before?" He almost snapped at Chuck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't remember, I'm not as big of a fan as she is." Chuck said smiling at Becky and Becky went all shy.
"Becky tell me everything." Sam said and her face lit up. And she told us everything, including her opinions on everything. By the end of it I wanted to get away from her as fast as my legs would take me. She is a nice girl and all, but man... she just drives me insane.
We reached Dean and saw him stood leaning near the car smiling to himself.
"You ok?" Sam asked as we reached him.
"Yeah you know, I think I'm good." Dean said smiling at both of us, I smiled back at him.
"Well your not going to believe it, but we got a lead on the Colt." Sam said leaning on the car. Dean looked shocked and looked at both of us, I nodded.
"What?" Dean said.
"Long story, tell you on the way?" Sam asked getting into the car.
"What are we waiting for?" Dean said with a smile and we climbed in.
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