(Ok, so this is for Yilian who wanted the brothers to come across more fans of the Supernatural books.

And I thought, well Sam has barmy Becky how about give Dean a crazy fan girl?

Thank you to Guest and LilyBolt for your reviews on the last chapter.

Also, I cannot believe I am on chapter 50! I honestly did not think I'd make it as far at 50 chapters, when I first started writing this story. THANK YOU so much every single one of you for your reviews, requests and just taking an interest this. Hugs and cinnamon cake all around or if you don't like cinnamon cake there's some giant blueberry muffins to you right.

I don't own Supernatural.

Hope you like this one.

Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.)

They were on a hunt in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Bobby called them about some kind of ghost that was making students freak out in the high school theater, and that's how Sam and Dean found themselves teaching a theater class to a room of high school seniors.

"Alright, listen up, I'm Mr. Clayton and this is my partner Mr. Thayer." Dean said jerking his head at Sam who was standing next to him.

"When you say partner do you mean in bed as well?" A boy in the back of the class asked with a smirk sending a handful of kids in to giggles.

"No, we are not in a relationship." Dean said shooting the kid a glare "What's your name?"

"Dave." The boy said.

"Dave, you just earned an extra five minutes after class working on improve." Dean snapped.

"I don't like improve though." Dave complained.

"Well tough, it wouldn't be a punishment if you enjoyed it." Dean said hiding a shocked look on his face, he just took a stab at what he remembered from watching Sam's acting class in high school, when Sam tried out for Our Town. He didn't know there was such thing as improve. "Now split into groups of-" Dean stopped to count how many kids where in the class "three and work out a quick skit the place New York city, New York, the situation, well you come up with that and the others guess. No voices. Now go." The kids got up and did as Dean told them to. One girl came up to him with hope in her eyes.

"Mr. Clayton?" She asked.

"Yes Miss.-" Dean asked turning around to look at her.

"Scott, Teresa Scott." Teresa said holding out her hand for Dean to shake.

"Well, Hello Miss Scott, why don't you find a group, there is a boy and girl over there looking for a third person." Dean said pointing to Dave and another girl.

"I want to say that I know your real name, but don't worry its safe with me." Teresa said.

"What real name?" Dean asked faking a confused look. Teresa lowered her voice.

"You're really Dean Winchester, I know all about you and your brother Sam. You're here to hunt the ghost right?" Dean stared at the girl. How did she find out?

"I read all of Carver Edlund books." She said excitedly "Everyone knows that the theater is haunted, but it only started killing people recently. I finally get to see my dream man!" She whispered. "Of course I knew who you where the moment you walked in. With the rock star names and I saw the Impala in the teachers' parking lot on the way in from my bus. I was wondering what class you'd be teaching. You're shorter than I thought but I don't mine. Is it true that you carried Sam out of the house fire that killed your mom? Is that why you're so protective of him? I have two older sisters and a younger sister. After I started reading Carver Edlund books I started thinking about how you would treat Sam in different situations and my relationship with Amelia, that's my younger sister, grew a lot. We use to not get along at all but now mom says we are as thick as thefts." The girl said in almost one breath.

"Ahh, yeah, ok look Miss. Scott-" Dean said

"Teresa." She interrupted him.

"Ok Teresa, go work with your group and we'll talk later ok?" Dean said looking around for Sam. Teresa skipped over to Dave and the other girl to work on their skit as Dean went to locate his brother. He found him up in the catwalk with the EMF meter.

"Well? Find anything?" Dean asked as soon as he was in hearing range.

"No, nothing." Sam said "How is the acting class going?"

"Well we've got our cover blown by Teresa Scott." Dean said "And she has a thing for me." He shuttered. Sam snorted.

"Your own Becky, sweet." Sam laughed.

"Shut up Sam." Dean snapped. "God that girl can talk." Sam, still laughing looked out at the students.

"Which one is Teresa?"

"The one over there, black hair in the jean vest, with the purple headband in." Dean said pointing her out.

"Ahh, good luck." Sam said. "I don't think the ghost is going to be making an appearance here Dean, at least not with all these kids around."

"Yeah you're right, let's go down and make sure the kids aren't killing each other and we'll come back tonight." Dean said. Unfortunately for him Teresa was coming up to talk to him and overheard. Hurrying back down she made her way over to her group and starting talking to her fellow group members.

Later on that night found Sam and Dean back in the theater with their shotguns and iron.

"I'll take the left you take the right and we'll meet in the middle sound good?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, remember if you get into trouble you have a walkie-talkie." Sam said.

"I know." Dean said making his way over to the stairs he started to ascend. Half way up he heard someone whisper.

"Hi Dean!" Dean jumped the next second he had his gun aimed right at Teresa's head.

"Did you think I was a ghost?" Teresa asked laughing.

"You should be home asleep." Dean snapped "How did you get in here?"

"I slipped in after school and waited." Teresa said.

"And your parents aren't wondering why you're not home asleep?" Dean questioned as he made his way up the stairs.

"I'm living on my own, I'm eighteen." Teresa explained "Now, what do you want me to do to help out Dean-O?"

"Well for starters, don't call me Dean-O and turn your butt around and go home and go to bed." Dean suggested.

"And miss out on bring a ghost down just like in the books, are you nuts?" Teresa asked.

"No, but clearly you are." Dean muttered.

"Hey is it true that you're mom helped you out in Home?" Teresa asked.

"Yeah, mom's energy and the poltergeists energy canceled each other out so mom gave her death, I guess, to help Sam and me out." Dean said as he started walking down the catwalk. "Be careful, you don't want to slip and fall." He cautioned. Teresa sighed and he heard her mutter "so caring."

"Hey Sam, where are you?" Dean asked over the walkie-talkie as he continued to walk out into the middle of the catwalk.

"On the other side of the catwalk, why?" Sam answered back.

"Just wondering." Dean said "Any sign of our ghost?"

"No, all clear here so far." Sam said. Dean just pressed the talk button to tell Sam that they should give it a few minutes more then wrap it up and go back to the motel to get some shut eye when Teresa let out a yell. Dean looked up. There in a pink dress looking murderous was the ghost.

"Dean, what happened are you alright?" Sam asked from over the two way.

"Ghost at twelve O' clock." Dean said into the walkie-talkie.

"What's it doing?" Sam asked. Dean didn't answer. "Teresa walk back very slowly." Dean whispered.

"Ok." Teresa said as she turned around and began to walk back to the end of the catwalk.

"You killed me! Why? You said I was your star." The ghost said advancing on them. Dean backed up slowly taking aim with the gun.

"Don't you dare think you can get rid of me that quick." The ghost said and lunched at Dean. Dean fired off a shot that dispersed the ghost and backing up he loaded the gun again keeping an eye out for the ghost. It didn't appear again.

"Dean?" Sam asked worried into the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, Sammy. We're here." Dean answered.

"You ok? And what do you mean by we're who else is there?"

"We're fine. Remember Teresa?" Dean asked.

"Acting class Teresa…yeah why?" Sam asked.

"Well she showed up." Dean said "So we'll meet you out by the car."

Fifteen minutes later Sam, Dean and Teresa where by the car.

"Hello Baby!" Teresa said petting the hood.

"Don't touch my car and don't call her baby." Dean snapped. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Dean you call the car baby." He pointed out.

"Yeah well, I'm the only one who can." Dean said.

"Ok so we now know for a fact that the theater is haunted now we just need to figure out who by." Teresa said.

"Oh no, no, no. Sam and I will figure out who's haunting the theater you Teresa, will go home ok?" Dean said.

"But Dean-O, I want to help." Teresa said pouting. Dean sighed and looked at Sam. Sam shrugged trying not to laugh.

"Look Teresa, the best way you can help Dean-O-" here Sam had to cough to hide his laughter. Once he got it under control he continued. "The best way to help Dean is to go home and stay there."

"Are you sure?" Teresa asked looking at Dean "Really I could help you, I-I-I could help you do the research, I could hold the flash light and help you dig up the body."

"Teresa, look, I know you want to help, so how's this," Dean said "You give us your phone number and we'll call you if we need help how's that?"

"Really you'll call if you need help?" Teresa asked.

"Yeah, cross my heart." Dean said.

"Ok Dean-O." She said and jumped into his arms, gave him a kiss and wrote her number on a scrap of paper.

"You better call the minuet you need help." Teresa said and disappeared into the dark. The brothers stayed there under the cover of dark before finally making a move to get into the car.

"Least my fan's not as nuts as Becky." Dean said as the brothers headed towards their motel room.

Two days later as Sam and Dean started to head out of town Dean called Teresa.

"Ann Arbor hospital psych ward how can I direct your call?" A female voice said. Dean's eyes grew wide and he hung up with a click.