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The Story of Avi

I quickly found my way to an open seat, leaving two more open in case Sam and Dean decided to join me. People were filing in and I vaguely wondered if I would have to fight for the seats. Turns out I was right.

"Excuse me," two men who looked like Sam and Dean said, "Are you saving these seats?" I nodded quickly.

"They're for my two brothers," I lied, and hoped that they would go away. The one who looked like Dean leaned in closer.

"Well then where are they?" he asked, "Because they should know better then to leave such a pretty young girl alone." I glared at him until he backed down and smiled when I saw who was behind them.

"Everything okay Avi?" Dean asked protectively. I shrugged.

"Apparently I shouldn't be alone because I'm such a pretty young girl," I answered annoyed. Turing to the look a likes I said, "This is one of my brothers by the way. You might want to leave now before he kicks your ass."

"You'll have to excuse my friend here," 'Sam' said, "Takes imitating Dean too seriously." I smiled politely, and let out a sigh when they finally left. Dean sat down and glared at anyone who seemed to be walking this way.

"Brothers?" he asked lightly. I shrugged.

"It's better then dad and uncle," I replied, "Or just two dads." Dean nodded quickly in agreement.

"Yeah, I'll say so!" I laughed and shook my head.

"Hey," Sam greeted, and took a seat. "What happened?" he asked immediately, "Dean's all protective." I shrugged.

"Two guys tried to take your seats, and one of them told me that you guys shouldn't leave such a pretty young thing like me alone." I told him. After a moment I added, "And we're all siblings." Sam nodded absent-mindedly.

"So he tried to pick you up?" he asked after a beat. I laughed.

"If he was, then he really needs practice!" I remarked, "Because I was getting the creepy stalkerish vibe." Dean bristled.

"He was trying to imitate me," he pouted, "I don't give off the creepy vibe!" I smirked, and couldn't pass such an easy opportunity up.

"Are you sure?" I asked him innocently, "Because I think he got pretty close." Dean shot me a filthy look, and all three of us turned our attention towards the stage.

"Um, hi everyone," Chuck began; looking extremely uncomfortable, "I'm Carver Edmund, writer of the Supernatural books-" He got interrupted by most of the people cheering and clapping. "Thank you," he said when it had died down, "Um, any questions?" About half of the people's hands shot up. "Hook man?" Chuck asked, gesturing towards a man in costume. He stood up and asked,

"Why don't Sam and Dean put bungee cords on their weapons? I mean, their enemies knock the weapons away all the time!"

"If you don't like the books, then don't read them!" Becky shouted at him. I didn't even notice her there.

"Nice soul mate," I muttered again.

"Jealous much?" Dean whispered. I elbowed him in the ribs.

"He wishes!" I told him hotly.

"Next question?" Chuck said, searching the crowd. "You?"

"When are you going to start publishing again?" one of the few women asked.

"Actually," Chuck answered, casting a worried look at our direction, "The next book comes out in two weeks!"

"WHAT!" both Winchesters hissed. Their complaint was lost under all the noise the crowd was making.

"Next question?" Chuck asked again. I put my hand up. "Yes?"

"Who do you like better?" I asked sweetly, "Sam or Dean?" The crowd hushed at my question. Both boys were shooting me daggers. Chuck thought for a moment.

"That's a hard question," he finally answered, "And they are both so different." I waited expectantly. "I would have to say neither, I like them equally." A couple of people hissed at the answer, Becky included.

"But if you had to pick one?" I prodded. The prophet looked at me exasperated.

"Sam?" he said although it seemed more like guessing. I smiled and sat back in my chair satisfied.

"He likes Sammy better then me?" Dean repeated hurt.

"He just said it for Becky," I told them, "It's obvious that he likes her, and she is Sam's soul mate."

"Are you ever going to let that go?" Sam asked me pointedly. I shook my head.

"Nope!" I exclaimed, popping the p, "And I might need to check out slash, it sounds fascinating!"

"NO!" they both shouted at me.

"Fine!" I shot back.

"You are seriously enjoying this, aren't you?" Sam asked me. I nodded.

"It makes you two really uncomfortable," I replied, "It's funny!" Both Hunters glared at me. "And I need some time to laugh," I replied quickly, "I'm probably going to die soon."

"You're not going to die!" Sam told me aghast. I shrugged.

"I will eventually," I said and got up. The Q and A was over, and I needed a drink. "Everyone dies!"

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I was sitting at a table sipping a coke when Becky came over.

"Who are you, and what are you doing with Sam and Dean?" she demanded.

"My name is Avi," I answered, "I got mixed up in some crap recently, and they helped pull me out. So I'm staying with them for a little bit while I get all straightened out." Becky nodded.

"And you aren't involved with anyone?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Just friends," I told her.

"Good!' she stated, "Because I don't want to fight over Sam. I will! But I don't want to." I nodded.

"So you run a slash website?" I wondered. Becky nodded enthusiastically. "Can I see?" She pulled out her laptop, and brought up the website. I laughed when I finished a story.

"They must hate this," I told her.

"We do," Dean stated pointedly. We both jumped when he spoke. The two Winchesters had snuck up on us.

"Avi, why are you reading that?" Sam questioned. I shrugged.

"Just wanted to see what it was about," I replied with a smile.

"Alright, come on!" Dean said, and pulled me up and out of my chair. "We're leaving." I pulled out of his grasp and pouted. "Why?" I demanded.

"Because we have work to do," he answered.

"No we don't," I countered, "We can't do anything until Cas comes back."

"Well!" Dean started, but couldn't think of anything to say.

"Exactly!" I continued, "So we're staying here! I want to take place in the big hunt!"

"Avi, you live the hunt almost every day!" Sam tried. I shook my head.

"I know what's going on!" I said with a smirk, "You don't think you could win the hunt! The real Winchesters could lose to a bunch of copycats!"

"Not true!" Dean retorted. I raised an eyebrow.

"Then let's stay!" I said, and sat back down.

"Fine!" Dean exclaimed hotly and stormed off towards the bar.

"Hi Sam," Becky greeted.

"Um, hi?" Sam said uncomfortably.

"Want to sit?" she asked politely.

"I actually need to go talk to Chuck," he stammered, and rushed away. Becky pouted.

"I'm going to go talk with Chuck!" she exclaimed after a moment, "Want to come?"

"Sure!" I exclaimed, and walked over to the prophet with her.

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"Why can't he publish?" Becky screeched. I rolled my eyes. The three of them had been going at it nonstop for the past ten minutes. Dean was off somewhere. I really had no idea. He better not have left us!

"Because we have guns and we will find him," Sam explained again, "We don't want our lives open for the public!"

"You can write about me!" I piped in, "I really don't mind!"

"Avi!" Sam hissed at me.

"What?" I retorted. His reply was broke off by a startled yell, followed by a girl screaming a few moments later.

"Come on!" Sam commanded, and we raced off towards the sound.

"Oh no," I gasped when we reached our destination. The Hook Man was on the floor, lying in a pool of blood.

"Someone scalped him," Sam realized, "Looks like there is a hunt after all!"

Yes, I know there isn't a lot happening in this chapter... or the last one. That's going to change in the next chapter, which might be up later today. Hopefully...

Anyways! Tell me what you think pretty please! : D

Until next time keep reading, writing, and loving Supernatural! (28 days until it comes back! WOOT WOOT!)

-G