A few days later, Chuck sent us a message that said that needed to get to Pineview Hotel as quick as possible, saying it was life or death. So of course, we drove like hell to the place and were about to run to the building, when I noticed almost a dozen more Impalas were parked. Was I hallucinating?
"Guys, come on", Sam urged.
Chuck stood outside the place, pacing back and forth. What the hell had happened? At least he didn't have a scratch.
"Chuck! There you are", Sam exclaimed.
Chuck turned and looked at us confused.
"Guys?"
"Has something happened? Angels attacking you or something?" I asked.
"Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. I saw in a vision about you, good to know that you remember everything. But, what are you guys doing here?"
"Thanks. Uh, you texted us to come", I said.
"Ah, no I didn't", Chuck said.
I raised my eyebrow, had he been possessed or something? But I didn't sense any demonic power around him, so that was great.
"Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam said annoyed.
"I didn't send you a text", Chuck stated.
" What? We drove all the freaking night without any sleep!" I blurted out.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could… oh no", Chuck said and looked momentarily horrified.
"What?" Dean asked.
We didn't need hear the answer of that question, because the answer was running to us.
"SAM! You made it!", a very familiar voice squealed excitedly.
I turned my head to see that Becky fangirl run down the stairs to 'greet', or fangirl over Sam a bit.
"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam said uncomfortably, and I didn't judge him, that girl had caressed his chest last time we met.
"Oh, you remembered. You been thinking about me", she purred lowly, which creeped me out.
"I…"
Poor Sammy, I thought horrified.
"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either."
"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck questioned, like it usually happened.
"I just borrowed it from your pants."
I widened my eyes and glanced at Chuck, who looked quite defeated. Poor him too, I thought.
"Becky…"
"What? They're going to want to see it!" Becky fangirled.
"See what?" Sam, Dean and I said in unison.
Doesn't sound good, not good at all, I thought in my head.
"Oh my God. I love it when they talk at the same time!" she shrieked.
A guy in yellow shirt and a clipboard appeared outside the building, looking at Chuck.
"Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime", he said.
Becky smiled cheerfully and grabbed my arm and pulled me up to the house.
"You will love it!" she squealed.
"Eh… Okay", I said and smiled nervously.
Somehow, we ended up behind my brothers and Chuck, when a guy in Dean's clothes walked past us with a beer.
"Hey Dean, looking good", he laughed.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean snapped.
"I'm Dean too. Duh."
He then paced away, leaving us stunned. Okay, what the hell?
"Becky what's going on?" I hissed, but she didn't hear since she was looking at how wonderful this whole thing was, which is wasn't.
Suddenly, the Scarecrow we had met a couple of years ago come with a soda can in his hand. And I was 100% sure that I looked at him like he was an alien.
"Uh-oh. It's Sam, Abigail and Dean. I'm in trouble now", he stated.
"Have fun you three. Aaaah!"
He jiggled the scythe in Sam's face as Sam gave him a bitchface, which was quite funny.
I loved Sam's bitchfaces.
"What?" Dean and I said baffled.
I looked around and the only thing I saw was things from my life. Bobby, demons, Meg 0.1, Ruby 0.1, Clown (Rakshasa), Bloody Mary, Ash, me, Sam, Dean, you name it. And I was extremely relieved that Chuck hadn't published any more books, or else I would find badly dressed Castiels here too.
Or worse: Lucifer, even though I hadn't seen him.
"Becky, what is this?" I asked her while she looked at me eagerly.
"It's awesome! A Supernatural convention, the first ever", she told me.
The color drained of both Sam, Dean and my faces as we looked at the fans. And again, I was happy to have my memories back.
I was quite used with people believing me to be fake and wearing weird ass costumes, trying to look like me, from the Bible and so on.
But Sam and Dean, not so much.
Sam, Dean, Becky and I stood behind the chair that were placed for the fans while the dude in yellow stood on the scene.
"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 4.30 there's the 'Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural'", he told, making me laugh quietly.
Still Wincest, something that was hilarious with this thing at least.
"Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp", he added making everything applaud and cheer, but us.
"But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!"
Again, cheering as Chuck entered the scene, holding a water bottle in his hand.
"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I… Dry mouth", he started and took big gulps of water form the bottle, making me feeling a bit sorry for that poor dude.
"Okay. Uh… ahem. So I guess… questions?"
And surprisingly (not), everyone held up their hand, which made Chuck startled. What would he had guessed? With all the weird fans out there?
"Uh…. you?"
"Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam, Abigail and Dean in the first place?"some guy asked.
Chuck glanced nervously at us, making me look at him like 'go on'.
"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me."
All the hands rose again, still not surprised.
"Ok. Yeah. The hook man."
"Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam, Abigail and Dean are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" the Hookman with a German accent asked.
I looked at Sam and nodded appreciably, that guy had some sense actually.
"Maybe we should try it", I suggested lowly, making Sam nod.
"I...yeah, I really don't know", Chuck admitted while I shrugged slowly.
"Ja, follow up. Why can't they be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein? And why didn't Abigail tell them that she would go to Hell?"
I shifted on myself before I looked at Becky, who seemed furious over that he'd insulted Sam, and me, maybe.
"HEY! If you don't like the books don't read em Fritz", she yelled and walked down the row of chair while shooting flames at him.
"Ok, Ok, just..okay, it's okay. So, next question. Yeah, you."
"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean and Abigail go to hell. So, what happens next?" a fan dressed as me asked.
"Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out", Chuck said, making us glance at him suspiciously.
No, please, don't….
"Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again."
Oh fuck.
"Oh, Abigail, how about salting some corpses after this, eh?" some guy dressed as some random hunter said and winked.
I smiled sweetly at him while Dean and Sam shot daggers at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I don't date humans, prefer the Attic", I said and shoved him away gently.
"The worst pickup line ever", I muttered and took a chair between Becky and Chuck.
"Oh, hi, Sam! Hi, Abby", she said with her eyes lighting up and Chuck looking down.
"Excuse us. In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, okay? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap", Dean snapped.
"Hey, I didn't call you!" Chuck exclaimed.
"He means the books, why are you still publishing them?" I asked.
"Um...for food and shelter?"
"Who gave you the rights to our life story?" Dean said while leaning over his chair.
"An Archangel, and I didn't want it!"
I sighed, stupid brothers…
"Next time I meet Michael or Raphael, I'm gonna shove their permission up in their asses. And it's a miracle that I haven't noticed how many times I've insulted myself as angel during the chapters. But I gotta say, pompous angel was a good one", I added.
"Deal's off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption", Sam finished and glanced at Becky, who glanced at Chuck.
There was a lot of glancing here.
"Ah… Becky. Would you excuse us for just a second?"
Chuck lead us to the hallway (where a lot of fans remarked how much I looked like myself. I told them it was the hair.)
"Do you guys know what I do for a living?" Chuck questioned.
"Yeah, Chuck, we know", Sam stated.
"Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, all right? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, Ok? Until the world ends, I gotta live, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?"
"Bicycle touring", I suggested as a women suddenly began to scream.
"No, guys…wait!" Chuck burst out as Sam and Dean took off.
He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back.
"What the hell! There's something that's happened!" I growled.
Chuck shook his head.
"It's the LARPing", he told weakly, making me cringe.
"No… Come on", I grumbled.
A lot of fans dressed in FBI suits flipped up their badges to the guy who now wore a suit.
"Well yes, Agents Lennon and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment I can assure you that it is indeed haunted. This building was once an orphanage, run by mean old Leticia Gore. 100 years ago this very night, Miss Gore went insane, and butchered four little boys before killing herself. Now folks say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and the evil spirit of Miss Gore punishes them to this very day", he told them, making me roll my eyes.
"Well that's just about all the community theatre I can take", Dean stated.
Then, the dude and another guy (along with the me-dressed guy) went in front of us while LARPing.
Just shoot me, I thought. People dressing up like us… I maybe never would get used to that.
"Dad said...he said I may have to kill you", the Dean said in fake low voice.
"Kill me? What the hell does that mean?" the Sam replied.
"I don't know."
"We have to figure out what to do now", fake me added softly.
Did I really sound like that? Oh my father.
They walked away as we met each others' faces.
"I need a drink."
We later found out that there were real ghosts, so naturally, we burned the mother, who wasn't the bad guy. It was the three kids who had scalped the poor boy ghost.
And with the help of the ghost actor, the fake Winchesters and I had managed to get out from the house.
"Oh my God. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though. I'm gonna throw up", fake Sam complained, which made me annoyed.
It was really enough that Becky had dragged us here, only for us to have a stupid case with fake-us.
"Can you stop complain and dig faster, there's people's life on stake", I snapped and threw away a pile of dirt.
"How aren't you tired?" fake me asked surprised.
I threw away another pile before I turned my head to him while I kept digging.
"Because I have done this a thousands times, plus, I'm been doing heavier things", I replied.
Fake Winchesters stared at me horrified before they continued to dig, slightly faster.
I slowly began to feel bad for snapping at them, it definitely wasn't their fault, and I supposed it was a hell lot better throwing up by digging a grave than been doing it since you were ten or nine.
"I'm sorry", I muttered and helped them with the last of the graves when I was done.
I grabbed the salt and gasoline cans and poured it over the corpses while fake Dean tried to light them after that.
"How come Dean can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try? Come on!" he muttered.
I smirked slightly before I said:
"It's not always on the first try. It's sometimes on the tenth."
My fake brothers and I stared at me again stunned, before fake Dean lit the graves and watched them burn, the flames slicking the bones.
I didn't know what happened with the ghosts after that, to be honest.
I pretty much hadn't wanted to know much about the humans after Dad had left. Perhaps I should've thought about it more.
Dean and I went out from the hotel with fake us and fake Sam behind us. The police were talking to some people about the murder by the ghost kids. Me on the other hand, I felt quite awake.
It was actually quite fun with seeing our life through their view, even though they believed we weren't real. At least after thinking about it more.
"You know I gotta hand it to you guys. You really saved our asses back there. So ah, you know, thanks", Dean told them while I agreed.
"We don't even know your names, I realized", I said and looked at them with a small smile.
"Oh. Well, I'm Barnes. This is Demean. And this is my brother Philip. What's yours?" Barnes asked us.
I smiled before I answered.
"I'm Abigail, and this is Dean", I said and pointed at him.
They stared at us for a moment before they began to laugh. I actually laughed with them. Dunno why, though.
"Ahhh, yeah right. Me too!" Demean said.
"Get the hell out of here, Dean and Abigail!"
I smiled again and patted their shoulders in a goodbye.
"Thanks, again, guys", I said before we turned to leave.
"You're wrong you know", Demean stated.
We both turned back to look at them confused. What did he mean?
"Sorry?" Dean said.
"About Supernatural. No offense but I'm not sure you get what the stories are about", he stated.
Dean smirked.
"Is that so?"
"All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. Philip and I fix copiers. Our lives suck. But to be Sam, Dean and Abigail, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother and a sister who would die for you. Well, who wouldn't want that?"
I nodded, feeling sad and happy about it. He was right of course, I knew that Sam, Dean and I would die for each other, but it also made me think about my other brothers, where one of them would kill the other.
"I guess you're right. You don't make a bad team, ya know", I told.
"How do you know each other anyway?" Dean wondered.
"Oh. Well, we met online. Supernatural chat room", Barnes told us.
"Oh. Well it must be nice to get out of your parent's basement. Make some friends", Dean stated.
"We're more than friends. We're partners", Demean told and took Barnes hand.
Dean looked slightly stunned, especially since the fact that they were dressed as him and Sam, which I found cute. At least, we had made two people meet and fall in love because of our messed up life.
"That's great", I beamed.
Just before Dean and I would go to the Impala, I hurried to Philip, putting a hand on his shoulder gently.
"You know, I don't want to spoil the books, but don't worry about Abigail. She'll be fine", I said and smirked before taking off after Dean.
"I think he's right, you know. Maybe having this life is easier with people knowing and still not knowing about it", I said while leaning against the Impala.
"They believe that we can do the right thing, even though how messed up we are, ya know?"
Dean didn't answer, but nodded.
"You okay?" Sam asked us as he arrived too.
"Yeah, you know? I think I'm good", Dean replied and smiled slightly.
"Well, you're not going to believe it, but I got a lead on the Colt", Sam stated, making me raise my eyebrow.
"What?" I said
"Long story, I'll tell you on the way?"
"What are we waiting for?" Dean said before we got in and left the place, with new info about how to ice Lucifer.
I had no idea how to feel.