Sorry it's been while since I last Updated I've had lots of Uni work to finish, but it's all done so I can finish this series. WOW btw, did anyone see the last Supernatural of season 5? AMAZING!
The Monster At The End Of The Book
I knew I had broken Dean's heart, because I had broken my own. I think he told Sam what had happened because the next couple of days Sam was throwing sympathetic looks my way. On the other hand Dean was throwing hate my way, I guessed it was just, but it hurt like hell. We pulled into a town to investigate a haunted building. I wasn't really listening when Sam was explaining it. I was watching Dean, he was unpacking his bag. I'd seen him do it a thousand times or more but this time I just sat there and watched him. After Sam finished explaining Dean turned to face us and I looked to the table.
"So what do you want to do?" Dean asked Sam, he was ignoring me now.
"Well um I think we should check it out. FBI or something, see what the tenants have to say... its the best lead we've had in a while." Sam said and then glanced towards me.
"Ok, you and me will check it out." Dean said and turned back to his bag. I sighed and got up and left the room. I closed the door and sighed again. It was hard being the object of hate for Dean but it had to be done. I took a deep breath and started to walk towards my room when Sam came out and walked up to me.
"Hey," He said looking sad.
"What?" I asked walking to my room.
"I herd about what happened..." Sam said softly.
"And?" I said as we reached my room.
"And I was wondering if you needed to talk to someone about it. I wanna know if I can help you." Sam said grabbing my shoulders and looking into my eyes.
"What do you want me to say Sammy?" I asked sighing.
"I dunno, how your feeling... that your angry... something." Sam sighed. I pulled away from his arms and opened my room for Sam to go in. I fallowed him in and closed the door. Sam sat on the end of my bed.
"It's killing me." I sighed walking over to him and sitting next to him. "I... I don't know. It's my own fault I shouldn't whine about it." I said getting up.
"You still love him." Sam said and I turned to him.
"No." I lied. "Yes. Its just... I just don't want to hurt Dean." Sam looked sympathetic.
"He'll get over it. Just give him time." He said getting up and walking over to me. "Will you be ok?"
"I'm a frigging werewolf you think this hurts me? Please." I joked and hugged Sam. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on mine. Sam was the major reason I hadn't told Dean I loved him. I couldn't bare to think I got Sam killed, even with his faults I loved him like a brother. I squeezed a little and pulled out of the hug giving Sam a fake smile.
"Well... I'm always here if you want to talk about it." Sam said softly before leaving.
I sat in the my room checking out the building's history while the guys went out to check with the tenants. I was busy researching when I found nothing at all.
"Typical." I sighed getting up and stretching and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Castiel stood there. "How long have you been there?" I asked trying to calm myself down.
"I did not mean to scare you." He said plainly.
"Well you bloody did! All you crappy angel's showing up, no noise. Jerks the lot of you!" I said shaking my head.
"I am sorry." Cass said walking towards me.
"What for? Scaring me? Or breaking my heart?" I said snapping at him. Cass stopped walking towards me and almost frowned.
"I did not break your heart Megan, I showed you the world you would create by falling in love with Dean." Castiel said in his simple voice.
"OH cheers for that Cass! I must remember to return the favour some time!" I snapped walking away from him before I punched him. "And as for not falling in love! Couldn't you do this like a month ago huh? You know when I told Dean how I felt about him? Before I started this massive bolder rolling and got flattened under it?" I said shaking my head. I turned around and he was right in front of me. "Stop doing that!"
"I am sorry." He said softly. "I had orders to stop your love happening because it will distract Dean from protecting the seals. If it was my chose, I would have encourage your love. Please I did not want to hurt you." Castiel said softly and I was taken back by his words.
"Then... then why fallow orders?" I said softly.
"I must. Disobeying is punishable by death for angels." He said and disappeared.
"I hate when he does that." I said to myself when there was a knock on my door. I walked over and Sam and Dean were stood there with books. "I didn't know you knew how to read Dean." I said sarcastically as they walked in. Dean gave me a sarcastic smile and dived onto my bed. I huffed and turned to Sam. "So what's happening?"
"Um.. we've found this guy who's wrote about us." Sam said. "Everything about us. Right up to Dean going to hell."
"That's ...um..." I was lost for words.
"Freaky, yeah we know." Dean said throwing me a book. I looked at the cover, it said Supernatural: Mystery Spot. I flicked through a few pages and giggled. Dean looked at me questioningly.
"Sorry... its funny." I said and Sam sighed. The look in Sam's eyes said remembering it wasn't so funny.
"Yeah well he has every detail of our lives right up to Dean dying. We need to find out how he knows all this." Sam said sitting at the table and typing on my laptop.
"He's probably just some psychic who thinks this is a crazy dream or something." I said laughing as I read some more of the book. "Did you really die by a piano falling on you?" I asked looking at Dean who shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, he did." Sam said and I laughed.
"Doesn't that seem a bit too much like cartoon to you?" I asked sitting on the bed next to Dean and picking up another book. "No rest for the wicked?" I looked at the back and lost my smile. "Guess not all are fun books."
"Wasn't much fun to live." Dean said throwing a book into the pile and picking up another. "Oh man this is when my baby got wrecked!" Dean whined. "We need to find out more." Dean announced after pouting. Sam stood up to go get his laptop. I sat there reading in silence as Dean kept picking books up and throwing them back down into the pile. He rested his head on my shoulder and looked at the book in my hands. I turned my head and we were inches apart. My heart raced in double time, I wanted to kiss him and hug him, but I knew I couldn't I knew what would happen if I did. His green eyes were scanning the page of the book and then they met mine. We just sat there a few minutes staring into each others eyes. Dean started to move closer to me to kiss me and I forced myself to move away. He looked hurt for a second and then recovered himself by grabbing another book and looking at it. It was so damn hard to pull myself away. I knew a second longer and I would of kissed him. Being around him was so hard I walked over to my laptop and started to work. I was sat typing away for a few minutes when I noticed Dean get up and start to walk over to me.
"What?" I asked still typing away.
"I was just wondering..." Dean said sitting down next to me. "You know, if you would read these types of book?" I stopped typing and looked at him, snatching one out of his hands and reading the back of it.
"Yeah, if I didn't know you guys, I'd probably try a few books." I said and passed him the book back.
"So you think a lot people read them?" Dean asked.
"Probably not that many... dunno, why are you so bothered anyway?" I asked confused.
"Just wondering..." Dean said and went back over to the pile of book on my bed.
Sam brought his laptop into my room because and I quote "I'm to frigging lazy to move." (Dean). So we were sat researching. I was half looking on the web, half reading about what the boys were like before I met them. I never knew how much they had already been through, losing their parents like they did, Sam loosing Jessica and Madison, Madison the werewolf I might add. Then Dean nearly dying, the yellow eyed demon... everything and some greater power was still asking more from them... it didn't seem fair somehow.
"Dude how come we haven't herd of them?" Dean asked putting a book down and looking at Sam.
"They're pretty obscure. I mean almost zero circulation... um started in '05 publisher put out a couple of dozen before going bankrupt. And um the last one, No Rest For The Wicked ends with you going to Hell." Sam said as Dean got up and sat at the table with us. Sam passed Dean his laptop as I sat quietly typing away.
"I reiterate freaking insane!" Dean said looking at Sam's screen. "Oh check it out there's actually fans, there's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?" Dean asked Sam and I looked up from my screen.
"Yup." Sam said scratching the back of his head and turned to me. I had read them too and just knew how Dean was about to react.
"Although for fans they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this, SaintPatigo says the demon storyline is tripe cliché and overall craptastic. Yeah well screw you SaintPatigo we lived it." Dean said still looking on the websites. Sam laughed.
"Yeah well keep on reading, it gets better." Sam said shaking his head and watched me. I smiled and shook my head too as we both watched Dean.
"There's Sam girls and Dean girls, and what's a slash fan?" Dean asked reading the page and getting confused. Sam took a deep breath and looked at me. I was biting my lip so hard so I didn't laugh. I was just waiting for this to happen so I could laugh.
"As in Sam slash Dean." Sam said looking disgusted. Dean didn't get it. "Together." Sam added and Dean looked up looking disgusted and distraught at the same time. I held a straight face as he glanced at me then Sam.
"Like... together together?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam replied. Dean looked so scared.
"They do know we're brothers right?" Dean asked panicked a little.
"That doesn't seem to matter." Sam said plainly.
"Oh..oh come on that's just sick." Dean said slamming the screen down and pushing the laptop away from him. I giggled a little and Sam shook his head.
"Oh yeah laugh it up." Dean said staring at me.
"I will don't you worry." I said shaking my head.
"Dude it's not funny! We're brothers and that is... that is just SICK!" Dean said. I giggled again and turned to Sam.
"Told you so." I said smiling.
"Told who what?" Dean asked.
"Megan said there would be um... slash and stuff about us and I didn't believe her." Sam said turning back to me. Dean fallowed suit with a questioning look on his face.
"I was a teenager once... I read things, watched TV... I have an imagination." I said and looked back on my laptop nervously.
"We gotta find this Carver Edlund." Dean said shaking his head at me as I looked up.
"Yeah that might not be so easy." Sam said seriously.
"Why not?" Dean asked worried.
"No tax records, no known address, looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name." Sam sighed.
"Somebodies got to know who he is." Dean said shaking his head.
"I think I might have found a way of finding out." I said pointing to my laptop screen.
We tracked down the publisher and went to see if we could find out about who the author really was. We got there and was met by a poster of Supernatural with two shirtless guys, one with long brown hair, one with long blonde hair. I giggled a little at the poster until Dean glared at me slightly. A woman came to talk to us, she was the publisher. She had glasses and a blonde chunk in her dark hair.
"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, yeah..." She said walking over to her desk. "These books. You know they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read now is that romance crap, you know Doctor Sexy MD." She said sarcastically then turned back to her books. "Please."
"Right, well we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an unappreciated series." Sam said glancing at me and Dean. The woman's face changed to a happy one.
"Yeah.. yeah.. because if we got a little good press, maybe we could start publishing again." She said excited.
"No no no. God No." Dean said and she looked at him confused. "I mean why would you want to do that? It's a such a complete series. What with Dean going to hell and all." Dean said walking over to the woman.
"Oh my God, that was one of my favourite ones because Dean was so strong and sad and brave. And Sam. I mean the best parts are when they cry. Like in Heart, when Sam had to kill Madison the first one since Jessica he really loved." I turned to Sam and he looked really uncomfortable with the way the woman was talking about him. I rubbed his arm and gave him a weak smile. "And in Home when Dean had to call John and ask him for help." She said nearly crying. She turned her back to us and walked towards the desk. "If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings." She said waving a hand.
"Real men?" Dean asked slightly annoyed with the woman. She turned and struggled for words.
"I mean no offence, how often do you cry like that? Huh?" She asked and I smiled.
"Well right now, I'm crying on the inside." Dean said and I had to look away to stop myself laughing a little.
"Is that suppose to be funny?" She asked getting offended.
"Lady this whole thing is funny." Dean replied seriously.
"How do I know you three are legit Huh?" She asked going and sitting at her desk.
"Oh trust me, we are, we are legit." Dean said plainly.
"Well I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys." She said staring up at us.
"No no no never." Sam said turning to Dean and me.
"No it's..." Dean said trailing off at the same time. I just shook my head and tried to look innocent.
"We are actually... um big fans." Sam said looking at the woman.
"Hmm you've read the books?" She asked.
"Cover to cover." Dean replied.
"So what's the year and the model of the car?" She asked. Dean smiled.
"Its a 1967 Chevy Impala." Dean said smiling.
"What's May 2nd?" She asked sitting forward.
"That's my- Mm that's Sam's birthday." Sam said.
"January 24th is Deans." Dean said plainly.
"Sam's score in the L.S.A.T?" She asked. We all turned to Sam who looked a little confused himself.
"1...74?" Sam said.
"Deans favourite song?" She asked.
"It's a tie, between Zep's rambling on and driving riverside blues." Dean said smugly. The woman sat there with a plain face for a few seconds and then began to laugh and smile.
"Ok, ok." She said nodding. "What do you want to know?" She asked.
"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asked.
"Oh no.. I'm no. Sorry I can't do that." She said shaking her head.
"We just want to talk to him. You know get the Supernatural story in his own words." Sam explained.
"He's very private, like Salinger." She said.
"Please... like I said we are..." Sam started to undo his shirt. "Really... big... big fans." Sam said showing off his anti possession tattoo. She turned and looked at me and Dean. I turned to Dean because I still hadn't got one, until Alistair I didn't think I could be possessed. Dean sighed and showed off his tattoo too.
"Awesome." She said liking her lips. She stood up and pulled down her jeans. "You know what, I got one too." She said showing us her arse with the tattoo on it. Both boys looked very interested in it. I just shook my head.
"Wow you are a fan." Dean said smiling. She giggled and wrote down the address.
"His names Chuck Shirley and he's a genius so don't piss him off." She said passing us the paper.
We drove to the address the woman gave us and it looked like your average house on your average street, nothing special at all. Dean pushed the door bell and we waited for an answer. A guy opened the door, he was wearing a striped dressing gown and under it a white vest and pants. He looked like your average drunken slob.
"You Chuck Shirley?" Dean asked. I looked away because Chuck was showing a little too much for someone I had just met.
"The Chuck Shirley who wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam asked as Chuck pulled his dressing gown around him... thankfully.
"Maybe? Why?" He asked nervously. He looked at all three of us checking us out, and surprise surprise Chuck gave me the once over a twice. He smiled and I just nodded.
"I'm Dean and this is Sam. The Dean and Sam you've been writing about." Dean said plainly. Chuck smiled and closed the door. Dean rang the door bell again. Chuck opened the door looking fed up.
"Look I um appreciate your enthusiasm, really I do. Its always nice to hear from the fans, but for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." Chuck said closing the door, Dean stopped him by grabbing the door.
"See here's the thing. We have a life, you've been using it write your books." Dean said almost growling at Chuck then forced himself inside fallowed by me and Sam. I closed the door and looked around his house. It was a pig sty. A massive mess of paper and notes and god only knows what.
"Now wait a minute, this isn't funny." Chuck said backing away as Dean marched up to him. Chuck was clearly scared of Dean.
"Damn straight its not funny." Dean growled. I walked up to Deans side and glanced at him to let him know he was getting too mad.
"Look we just want to know how your doing it." Sam said calmly.
"I'm not doing anything." Chuck said nervously. I could smell he was telling the truth, he was so scared, but not lying.
"You a hunter?" Dean asked glaring.
"What? No I'm a writer." Chuck sighed.
"Then how do you know so much about demons," Dean said walking towards Chuck as Chuck backed away. "And tolper's," Dean said and Chuck fell onto his couch. "And changeling's."
"Is this some kind of misery thing? Oh it is, isn't it? Its a misery thing!" Chuck whined while squirming on the couch. Dean turned to us confused.
"It's not a misery thing." He said looking back at Chuck. "Believe me we are not fans."
"Then what do you want?" Chuck asked laid on the couch.
"I'm Sam and that's Dean." Sam said plainly nodding his head to Dean.
"Sam and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up. They're not real!" Chuck protested. Dean glanced at us and then dragged Chuck to the boot of the Impala. He lifted the cover and showed Chuck the guns and protection spells all over it.
"Are those real guns?" Chuck asked sounding scared and smelling pretty scared too.
"Yup, and this is real rock salt, these are real fake I. D's..." Dean said showing the stuff off. Chuck glanced at all of us and laughed nervously.
"Well I gotta hand it to you guys, you really are my number one fans." Chuck said smiling. "It's awesome." Chuck said eyeing a shot gun and backing away towards his house. "I... I think I got a couple posters in the house..."
"Chuck stop!" Dean shouted.
"Wait please, please wait don't hurt me." Chuck said holding his hands up.
"Chuck how much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?" Sam asked.
"Wait a minute how do you know about that?" Chuck asked looking confused.
"Question is, how do you?" Dean asked.
"Cos I wrote it." Chuck said simply.
"You kept writing?" Sam asked.
"Yeah even after the publisher went bankrupt. But those books never came out." Chuck said. Sam and Dean exchanged looks. "Ok wait wait wait, this is some kind of joke right? Did that- did Phil put you up to this?" Chuck asked. Dean glanced at us.
"Well nice to meet you, I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam." Dean said plainly. Chucks face fell and went serious.
"Last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that, I never wrote that down." Chuck said and we all glanced at each other.
We piled back into Chucks house and he went straight to the liquor. He downed a couple of glasses of something and then turned to us.
"Oh! Oh your still there." Chuck said screwing up his eyes and wiping his face.
"Yup." Dean said coming to stand next to me.
"You're not a hallucination." Chuck asked.
"Nope." Dean said simply as Chuck shuffled towards us.
"Well there's obviously only one explanation. I must be a God." Chuck said seriously. I laughed as Dean shook his head.
"You're not a God." Sam said simply.
"How else do you explain it?" Chuck asked. "I write things and then they come to life. Yeah no I'm definitely a God. A cruel capricious God. The things I put you through." Chuck said sounding sincere. "The physical beatings alone."
"We're still in one piece." Dean said.
"I killed your father. I burned your mother alive, then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica." Chuck said sounding deeply upset.
"Chuck." Sam said getting mad, he was worked up over everyone talking about Jessica. I guess he must have really loved her.
"All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for entertainment." Chuck said turning his back on us.
"You didn't toy with us Chuck," Dean said walking over to Sam. "You didn't create us."
"Did you really have to live through the bugs?" Chuck asked turning back to face us. I was still lent against the wall.
"Yes." Dean said simply.
"What about the ghost ship?" Chuck asked.
"Yes that too." Dean said trying to control his anger.
"I am so sorry. I mean horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing. I.. I.. if I had known it was real I would have done another pass." Chuck said seriously. I pushed myself off the wall and walked over to the Winchesters.
"Chuck your not a god." Dean said shaking his head.
"We think you're probably just psychic." Sam said softly.
"No." Chuck said plainly. "If I was psychic you think I would be a writer?" Chuck said sitting at his computer. "Writing is hard."
"It seems somehow you just focused on our lives." Sam said trying to explain it.
"Yeah like laze focus. Are you working on anything right now?" Dean asked plainly.
"Holy Crap." Chuck said as his face fell again.
"What?" Dean asked. Chuck looked at some paper, picking it up.
"The um latest book. It's a... it's kinda weird." Chuck said.
"Weird how?" Sam asked worried.
"It's very Vonnegut." Chuck explained.
"Slaughterhouse-five Vonnegut, or Cats cradle Vonnegut?" Dean asked leaning towards Chuck. Both me and Sam exchanged looks and then Sam looked at Dean surprised.
"What?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean replied confused.
"Its a Kill-bout trout Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house being confronted by my characters." Chuck said zoning out a little. Sam and Dean looked confused at each other.
No one knew what to do so we left, warning Chuck that we'd be back so he had better not run off. We went to the laundry matt and washed some clothes.
"I'm sat in a laundry matt, reading about myself sat in a laundry matt, reading about myself sat in a laundry matt. My head hurts." Dean said shaking his head as Sam grabbed the clothes which needed washing. I walked over to Dean and lent on his shoulder looking at what Chuck had wrote.
"There's gotta be something this guys not telling us." Sam said chucking his clothes in the washing machine.
"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth." Dean read from the page.
"Stop it." Sam said turning around looking pissed.
"Stop it. Sam said." Dean read. "Guess what you do next!" Sam glared and then turned his back on Dean. I shook my head.
"Sam turned his back on Dean. His face brooding and pensive. I mean I don't know how he's doing it. But this guy is doing it. I can't see your face but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders." Dean said looking towards Sam. Sam sighed. "You just thought I was a dick." Dean said plainly looking up. I giggled a little.
"Guys good." Sam said.
"Whatever he's doing, however he's doing it. There has to be a reason why we stumbled onto him now." I said walking over to Sam.
"Megan was convinced of Chuck's belief in his own abilities however Megan questioned where they had come from. She, herself chosen by God, wondered if Chuck was fallowing in her paw prints." Dean read. I turned to him and glared.
"Cute." I said wanting to snatch the paper out of his hands and beat Dean over the head with it.
"Cute Megan said whilst glaring into Deans green eyes the sexual tension between the pair built by the second. Hey, you want to beat me over the head with this." Dean read and looked up to me. I smiled sweetly as Sam laughed a little.
Chuck called us over and we went. We were sat in his living room as Chuck walked out with a pile of paper. He looked tired and scared. Dean was sat on a chair whilst me and Sam stood waiting to hear what Chuck had to say.
"So you wrote another chapter?" Sam asked.
"This was so much more easier before you were real!" Chuck said fidgeting with the paper.
"We can take it, just spit it out." Dean said looking at Chuck.
"You especially are not going to like this." Chuck said so I walked over to Dean's side. Chuck gave me a small smile.
"I didn't like hell." Dean said plainly I put my hand on his shoulder.
"It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam." Chuck said softly glancing at the boys.
"Coming to kill him?" Dean asked and I could tell this Lilith chic scared the crap out of them both.
"When?" Sam asked nervously.
"Tonight." Chuck said sitting down.
"She's just going to show up here?" Dean asked taking quiet well I thought.
"Well um..." Chuck put his glasses on and read from the chapter. "Lilith pattered the bed seductively unable to deny his desires Sam succumb and they sank into the throws of fiery demonic passion." Chuck read and looked at us. I was gob smacked, really confused as to why Sam would... Ruby, you know he is already sleeping with her... what if, what if this is the next level...why, what? Why would- Sam started to laugh and it broke my train of thought.
"You're kidding me right?" Sam said laughing a little.
"You think this is funny?" Dean asked.
"You don't?" Sam said laughing a little. "I mean come on um... um fiery demonic passion?" Sam said looking at us.
"It's just a first draft." Chuck said softly.
"Wait wait wait, Lilith is a little girl." Dean piped up.
"Eww!" I said and shook my head.
"This time she's comely dental hygienist from Bloomington Indiana." Chuck said reading from another page.
"Great. Perfect." Dean grunted.
"Then what happens?" I asked softly.
"I don't know. It hasn't come to me yet." Chuck replied.
"Dean look there is nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?" Sam said. Dean was not buying it.
"How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?" Dean asked turning his attention back to Chuck. Sam was mad Dean wasn't trusting him.
"You mean my process?" Chuck asked.
"Yes you're process." Dean said rolling his eyes.
"Well it usually starts a headache, a really bad headache. Aspirin is useless so I drink. It's how I fall asleep. The first time it happened I thought it was a crazy dream." Chuck explained.
"The first time you dreamt about us?" Dean asked.
"It followed. It just kept following." Chuck said putting his face in his hands. "It still does, I can't stop it really."
"You can't seriously believe-" Sam started to say.
"Humour me." Dean butted in. "Why don't we," Chuck passed Dean his chapter. "Take a look at these and see what's what. You-"
"Knew you were going to ask for that." Chuck finished Dean's sentence. "Yeah."
We got in Impala and drove back to town. I was sat in the back as usual as the guys talked about what Chuck had written. Sam was clearly not happy about Dean's reaction and I could understand, I mean who would be happy when their own brother believes you'll go darks side?
"Dean come on! The mini van accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower band aids on his face." Sam read. I laughed at the thought of Dean with pink band aids on. Dean glanced at me through the rear view mirror, he really didn't find any of this that funny.
"So?" Dean asked Sam.
"So I've seen you gushing blood. You use duck tape and bar rags before you put on a pink flower band aid. And and here... Megan ran around the corner and into the man of her dreams. Though she knew her job was more important that any love she would ever find, she decided to go for a drink with him." Sam read.
"Wow I find the man of my dreams here. Super." I said sitting up and smiling.
"Yeah but I mean, come on Megan... the man of your dreams? Its all a little...um.." Sam struggled for the words.
"What's your point?" Dean snapped.
"Point is. This all of this, is totally implausible, its nuts." Sam explained.
"He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just going to ground out a first now?" Dean asked Sam. Sam looked at the papers.
"Huh. Dean slide behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off. The plastic tarp on the rear window, flapping like the wings of a crow." Sam read.
"A tarp?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam replied. "On the rear window. And you drive it like that."
"Yeah well he's wrong about the details. Doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result." Dean said shaking his head.
"So we're just going to run?" Sam asked as we turned a corner.
"We are a long way ready for a face to face death-match with Lilith." Dean said sternly, I could see in Sam's eyes he was disagreeing with his older brother. I sighed and sat back as we reached a police road block.
"What seems to be the problem?" Dean asked.
"The bridge is out ahead." The policeman said.
"We're just trying to get out of town." Dean explained.
"Yeah fraid not." The policeman said quickly.
"Is there a detour?" Dean asked.
"Nope." He replied.
"Is there not a side road that takes us to the high way?" Dean asked with a small laugh.
"To take the high way, you cross that river, to cross that river you need to cross that bridge." The policeman explained.
"How deeps that river?" Dean asked.
"Sorry. Afraid you guys are going to have to spend the night in town." The policeman explained.
We sat in a little restaurant reading Chucks chapter. I wasn't really reading it, I was just watching everyone else doing their thing. I liked people watching.
"Hey, this could be a good thing." Dean piped up. "I mean if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we gotta do is get off the path." Dean said simply.
"How do you mean?" Sam asked holding a cup of coffee.
"Well its a blue print of what not to do. I mean pages say we go left..." Dean said.
"Then we go right." Sam finished Deans sentence.
"Exactly." Dean said. "We get off the book we never make it to the end."
"But what if we're meant to." I said simply and Dean looked at me.
"No way. Not going to happen." Dean said simply.
"But if its fate-" I started to say.
"Not happening." Dean interrupted me, glaring at me. He glared at me a few minutes until I turned away shaking my head. "Its opposite day. It say we get get into a fight so no fight, it says you and Megan fight, so don't fight either. No research for you." Dean said looking at the paper.
"No bacon cheeseburger for you." Sam said with a small smile on his face.
"Yeah no problem I'll just order something else." Dean said softly looking a little disappointed. A waitress walked over to us. "Hi what's good?"
"Well if you like burgers, Oprah's friend said we have the best bacon cheeseburger in the country." She said smiling at us. Sam laughed.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"I'll just have the cob salad please." Sam said.
"Just some fries please." I said watching Dean look disgusted at us both.
"I'll have the veggie tofu burger." Dean said passing the woman the menu. I shook my head at Dean.
"This whole thing is ridiculous." Sam said.
"Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked seriously.
"The idea of me hooking up with her is." Sam explained.
"Right," Dean said laughing and looked down to the paper again. "Like something like that could never happen..." I turned to Dean and bit my tongue not to say anything to him. Sam looked pissed.
"Dean for the first time we have a warning that Lilith is close." Sam said as Dean looked up.
"So?" Dean said simply.
"So? We've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where... this is an opportunity." Sam said hovering his hand over Chuck's chapter.
"Are you?" Dean started to shout. He paused and composed himself so that they weren't shouting at each other. "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things."
"Well.. it frustrates me when you would rather hide than fight." Sam replied and the brother stained at each other, ready to rip one another apart over it. I didn't know that much about Lilith, honestly Sam was the only person who talked to me about her. I knew she killed Dean, sent him to hell and wanted Sam dead... but I had no idea how strong she was, or anything like that. The waitress broke the tension by bring us our food. But as soon as she left it kicked off again.
"It's not hiding, its smart. Its picking your battles." Dean said leaning forward so only we could hear him. "This is a battle we are not ready to fight." We started eating and Dean looked shocked. "Oh my god." He said chewing. "This is delicious tofu is amazing."
"I am so sorry I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake." The waitress said walking up to us and taking Deans plate away.
We ate up and went to find a motel for the night. Something which was so annoying I thought it would have been simpler to just sleep in the car. We pulled into a really seedy motel.
"Dude this place charges by the hour." Sam said shaking his head as we parked.
"Well the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel, hence the hooker inn." Dean replied. "It's opposite day remember."
We got into a single room and sat down trying to figure out what our next move should be. Dean placed hex bags all over the room.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"A few hex bags all over the room should Lilith proof it." Dean replied.
"So what am I suppose to do? Just hold up here all night?" Sam asked getting annoyed at Dean.
"Exactly what your gonna do, and no research!" Dean said. "I don't care what you do, use the magic fingers or watch Corsage Erotica on pay per view." Dean said walking over to Sam's bag and taking his laptop.
"Oh dude come on." Sam whined.
"Just call it a little insurance." Dean said fishing in his pocket.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asked as I sat down on a chair.
"Well the pages say, I ride around in the Impala, so I'm going to park her." Dean said heading for the door. "And behave yourself would ya? No homework. Watch some porn." Dean said with a smile walking out of the room. Sam turned to me with a face like thunder.
"What's wrong?" I asked as he came to sit next to me.
"This whole thing. Dean can''t see it." Sam huffed.
"See what?" I asked sitting forward.
"This is the perfect time to kill Lilith, I know I can take her, I know it. But Dean can't... no he wont see it. He's so damn scared! He'd rather run than fight. He can't, he has to fight and we need to take Lilith out now!" Sam ranted.
"Sam, I don't know Lilith, but if she is as hard core as you've told me, what makes you think you alone can take her right now?" I asked as Sam turned and looked at me long and hard. He didn't need to say the reason, we both knew what it was. I sat there in silence trying how to trend carefully over the subject. "Demon blood..." I said softly. Sam just nodded. "Oh... you,... do you have some?" I asked softly.
"It makes me strong enough. I know I can take her. We need to fight her." Sam said staring into my eyes. I shook my head.
"This, this is not the way Sam." I said plainly.
"It is." Sam said getting pissed at me.
"Sam-" I started to say.
"No! You are just like Dean. You think it makes me weaker, you think it's wrong and bad and evil. But it's not! It saves lives. It kills demons!" Sam said glaring at me.
"How can you say that its good? You are addicted to it Sam, addicted to the blood that pumps round my veins for crying out loud!" I said getting pissed at him. "This blood is poison! Everyone can see it!"
"It makes me stronger!" Sam shouted at me.
"Sam it doesn't! I can feel it inside of me, its something inside of me which is crawling on the inside, trying to break free, an evil which I can barely control and I was born with this. You have an addiction to it, you are not meant to have this blood inside you! No human is Sam. Please listen to me." I said as Sam got up and walked away from the table. I got up and fallowed him. "It's killing you." I said and he span round and swung out hitting me in the face. I dropped my head as I spat out some blood.
"It is not killing me. You don't understand. You could never understand." He growled at me.
"Right..." I said turning my head back to facing him. He had bust my lip. "Hit me again, and I will show you exactly what the demon blood can do." I growled balling my hands into fists. We stood glaring at each other a few minutes until Sam turned away. I needed to get out of the room before I lost it and started to really fight Sam. I slammed the door behind me and left.
I walked out and into the town. I was so mad at Sam for not listening to me. He was a strong person, sure, he was bright and intelligent. He didn't need the demon blood. He shouldn't be on the stuff. He was so determined it was the only way to make him strong... he couldn't see, no he wont see what its really doing to him. I huffed as I walked around the corner and into someone.
"Sorry." I mumbled and looked up to see Dean stood there. I gave him a small smile. Megan ran around the corner and into the man of her dreams I thought looking at Dean. He smiled back at me. Chuck was right, I did walk into the man of my dreams... the man I loved.
"I thought you were baby sitting Sasquatch." Dean said with a small laugh.
"Yeah well we um... kind of had a disagreement." I said softly looking to the floor.
"What happened?" Dean asked, and I looked up noticing band aids on his forehead.
"What happened to you?" I asked pointing to it. Dean rolled his eyes and pulled off the band aid.
"Got hit by a mini van trying to save my baby." Dean huffed looking at the girly plaster.
"What? Is everything ok?" I asked worried.
"Yeah she just had her rear window smashed in." Dean said. I punched his arm shaking my head.
"I meant you, idiot!" I said as he rubbed his arm.
"I'm fine, wanna grab a drink?" Dean asked. I looked at him, Chucks words echoing in my mind again.
"We should get back to Sam." I said softly. Dean just nodded and we walked back to the Impala now with added tarp.
We drove to Chucks because the tarp really annoyed Dean and in some way Dean blamed Chuck for it. I just went along with it because I wasn't sure if would start another fight with Sam. The door was unlocked as if Chuck knew we were coming. A few minutes later he walked in and Dean glared at him.
"I take it you knew we were coming." Dean said watching Chuck.
"You look terrible." Chuck said nervously.
"Its because I just got hit by a mini van Chuck." Dean replied.
"Oh." Chuck said nervously.
"Is that it?" Dean asked sitting forward. "Every damn thing you write about me comes true and all you have to say is oh!" Dean shouted.
"Please don't yell at me." Chuck said putting the things he had in his hands down.
"Why do I get the feeling there's something your not telling us." Dean said getting out of the chair and walking over to Chuck.
"What wouldn't I be telling you." Chuck asked backing away from Dean.
"How you know what you know for starters!" Dean yelled.
"I don't know how I know, I just do." Chuck said worried. I walked over to Dean before he really lost it with Chuck.
"Not good enough!" Dean grabbed Chuck and slammed him into the wall.
"Dean!" I shouted at the same time as another voice.
"Let him go." Castiel said and we all turned to see Cass stood there, just in front of me. "This man is to be protected."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"He's a prophet of the Lord." Castiel said plainly and turned to Chuck who was terrified. I could smell his fear a mile off.
"You... you're Castiel, aren't you?" Chuck said softly looking at Cass.
"It's an honour to meet you Chuck. I admire your work." Cass said walking over and picking up one of his books.
"Whoa whoa whoa, this guy a prophet?" Dean asked as Chuck rushed past us with a bottle. "Come on he's practically a pent house forum writer. Did you know about this?" Dean asked Chuck.
"I... um I might have dreamt about it." Chuck said opening the bottle and pouring some into a glass.
"And you didn't think to tell us Chuck?" I asked calmly.
"It was too preposterous, not to mention argent. I meaning having yourself in the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night level douchyness." Chuck said before taking a drink.
"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked.
"He isn't deciding anything. He is a mouth piece. He is a conduit for the inspired word." Castiel said reading.
"The word?" Dean said confused. "The word of God? What like the New New Testament?"
"One day these books will be known as the Winchester gospel." Cass said still looking at the book.
"You gotta be kidding me." Both Chuck and Dean said at the same time.
"I am not kidding you." Castiel said looking at us. Chuck got up and ran off.
"If you will all please excuse me for one minute." Chuck said running off upstairs and looking worried.
"Him? Really?" Dean asked.
"You should have seen Luke." Castiel said plainly.
"Why did he get tapped?" Dean asked shaking his head.
"I don't know how prophets are chosen, the order comes from high up the celestial chain of command." Castiel said looking at Dean.
"How high is high?" I asked and Castiel turned to me.
"Very." He said simply.
"Well whatever how do we get around this?" Dean asked.
"Around what?" Castiel asked.
"This Sam Lilith love connection how do we stop it happening?" Dean asked.
"What the prophet has written can not be unwritten." Castiel said in his usual dull some tones. "As he has seen it, so shall it come to pass."
We left Chuck back in the house and drove to the motel. Dean wouldn't talk the whole ride there, he was fuming and I didn't need my animal side to tell. We got out of the car and he paused looking at the motel sign which now read Red.
"Come on we are getting out of here." Dean said as we walked through the door.
"What?" Sam asked confused. "Where?"
"Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we have to swim we are getting out." Dean said packing up a bag. Dean paced around the room. "Dude where are all the hex bags?"
"I burnt them." Sam said plainly. I sighed and leant against the wall.
"You wah?" Dean asked bewildered.
"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big if." Sam said.
"No no no its more than a big if. Chuck is not a psychic, he's a prophet." Dean explained.
"What?" Sam said confused.
"Cass showed up and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us." Dean said. Sam took a second to process it.
"Ok." Sam said simply.
"Ok, lets get the hell out of here." Dean said pushing past Sam.
"No." Sam said and Dean threw the bag back on the bed. They were going to fight I could feel it in the air.
"Lilith is going to slaughter you." Dean said turning back round to face Sam.
"Maybe she will, maybe she wont." Sam said. Demon blood... great... its all down to this again. I thought from the wall. Dean glanced at me and I just stared back.
"So what, you think you can take her?" Dean asked walking over to his brother.
"Only one way to find out Dean and I say bring her on." Sam said.
"Sam." Dean said.
"You think I do it, don't you." Sam said softly. "You think I'll go dark side."
"Yes! Ok yes!" Dean said raising his voice a little. "The way you've been acting lately, the things you've been doing. Oh I know. How you ripped Alistair out of Megan like it was nothing. Like you were swatting a fly." Sam glanced at me. I was feeling angry and scared at being made to remember that event. Sam scared me that day and I was never going to forget it. He would have killed me, I know it.
"Cass told me ok." Dean said and Sam turned his head back towards Dean.
"What else did he tell you?" Sam asked.
"Nothing I didn't already know." Dean replied. "Just that you've been using your psychic crap and you've been getting stronger, only we don't know why and we don't know how." Dean explained. Sam glanced at me quickly and I had to look away. I never lied to Dean, he never asked me if knew about Sam's powers. But I really should have told him. I knew when he found out I knew he's kill me himself. But it wasn't going to be today.
"It's not what you think." Sam said turning back to Dean.
"Then what is it Sam? Cos I'm in a total loss" Dean asked shouting. The brothers stared at each other a few minutes and then Dean went back to packing the bag. He walked to the door and stopped spinning around. I pushed myself off the wall and walked over to him.
"Are you coming or what?" Dean asked Sam.
"No." Sam said and Dean started for the door. He stopped and dropped his bag in the chair before walking out.
"Why are you doing this Sam?" I asked softly.
"I have to. I need to be strong when Dean can't be." Sam said.
"That's my job. Not yours." I said shaking my head.
"No." He said and I looked up at him. "I need to do this. I have to." I sighed and walked out the door.
I walked outside looking for Dean and was grabbed by my arm and grabbed out of the way.
"Dean? Cass? What's happening?" I asked as Dean let go of my arm.
"I need you to watch out for Lilith I've got a plan to save Sam." Dean said glancing at Cass.
"Great. But how am I meant to stop her?" I asked confused.
"You just need to buy me some time to get Chuck here." Dean said.
"Chuck? Chuck is going to stop Lilith?" I asked confused.
"In a way. Now can you do it?" Dean asked.
"Sure." I said confused.
"Great. Be careful." Dean said before he rushed off. I looked at Cass clueless and he smiled at me.
"Oh I so know your the reason behind this." I said laughing. Cass vanished and I made my way back over to the room. I walked over and saw a woman with blonde hair wearing a white dress walking over to the room. I sped up and got to her before she could knock on the door.
"Can I help you?" I asked as I reached her.
"No." She said without looking at me.
"Then back away from my room." I said plainly and she turned to me and smiled. She looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen her before.
"Go away, now or I'll kill you." She said smiling at me as her eyes turned white. I just stood there looking unimpressed.
"Hmm... see I have a problem with that. I can't let you get to Sam." I said plainly then cracked my neck. The surge of power rushed through my veins and pumped around me in a heart beat.
"Oh.. I know you. You're Dean's little pet wolf. Aww so cute you want to save Sam. Pity it wont work." She said and waved her hand out to me sending me into the drinks machines and pinning me there. She was strong, really strong.
"Think this is going to stop me?" I asked pushing against the force that held me there. I managed to push myself to my feet and smiled. I ran at her but she flung me into another set of rooms, smashing me into one room head first through the door and then the divide and finally the bathroom wall. It was one hell of an attack. I crawled trying to get to my feet when she appeared in front of me. She took my face in one of her hands and picked me up off my feet.
"Stop wasting my time." She said before throwing me into the bathroom wall. I slid down into the bath tub and everything went a little black.
I woke up in time to see the motel room flood with a brilliant bright white light. I had to cover my eyes because it was so bright. I felt a hand reach out to mine and saw Cass stood there wanting to help me up.
"Did we win?" I asked clutching what was most likely several broken ribs.
"She will leave, you have helped save Sam." Castiel said helping me and walking me over to the motel room before disappearing. Chuck came running out and jump when he saw me and my eyes.
"Whoa! I mean... um.. I the... your eyes are so much more amazing than I could ever dream." Chuck said with a small smile.
"Chuck you flirting with me?" I asked laughing a little and still holding my side.
"Are you ok?" Dean asked appearing at the door with Sam not far behind.
"Yeah.. yeah I'm fine. Chuck was just telling how beautiful I am." I joked wheezing a little because of the pain. Chuck looked at Dean and then me and then walked away really fast.
"He's so scared of you." I joked and Dean laughed. I turned to Sam and he was just stood there looking at us. Looking at Dean. We got Chuck home and then hit the road. I collapsed in the back trying to rest so I would heal faster, I closed my eyes.
"So deal huh?" Dean said as he drove.
"That's what she said." Sam sighed.
"Call the whole thing off. Angels seals, Lucifer rising the whole nine?" Dean asked.
"That's the just of it." Sam replied.
"Huh." Dean said simply.
"What?" Sam asked.
"You didn't think once about taking it?" Dean asked.
"You kidding me?" Sam asked sounding annoyed. The car fell silent. "You just spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track."
"I'm just saying." Dean said.
"She would have found some way to weezle out of it. And all it would have cost us is our lives." Sam sighed.
"Yeah I guess your right." Dean replied.
"Anyway that's not the point." Sam said.
"What's the point?" Dean asked.
"She's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running." Sam said sounding happy in a sick and twisted kind of way.
"Running from what?" Dean asked.
"Dunno but she was telling the truth about one thing." Sam said.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"She's not going to survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that." Sam said in a cold empty tone.
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