"What are you guys doing?"

"Looking for bones. They gotta be around here somewhere."

"Yeah, well the bones are usually in the ground." The Winchesters unshipped the shovels and the convention attendees got their first taste of the real Supernatural, brushing by them, and running cold fingers down their spines.

"You guys are nuts."

Oh yeah?" Sam Winchester replied. "Well don't you guys want to be hunters?"

"Hunters aren't real. This is a game. We're playing a game." Again the chill wind drew cold fingers through the sweat on their necks. The flames from the grave lit up the night.