A/N: Hey guys, I know I don't usually do these, but I just wanted to let you know real quick that I'm gonna start posting updates to my Twitter ( Gallifreyan72) and Tumblr ( gallifreyan-queen19) accounts. Twitter will be used for updates (especially if a chapter is going to be late) whereas Tumblr will be used for previews.


April 2nd, 2009 - Chicago, Illinois

A week later, Amy found herself in Illinois with Sam and Dean, investigating a possible ghost attack at a local comic book store. Dean parked the Impala in front of the store and Amy got out of the back seat.

As she stood on the sidewalk, Amy stared up at the store. There was something oddly familiar about a comic book store in the show, but what was it?

"Amy, you coming?" Dean's voice snapped her back to reality.

"Yeah, sorry." Amy hurried over, following Sam and Dean inside the store.

A man was sitting on a stool behind the counter, reading a comic when they entered. He looked up at the hunters as they walked up. "Uh... can I help you?"

"Sure hope so," Dean said as they pulled out their fake badges and showed them to the man. "Agents DeYoung, Shaw, and Young. We just need to ask you a few questions."

"Notice anything strange in the building, the last couple of days?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" the man asked warily.

Something caught Amy's eye further down the aisle. She wandered over to a black, bargain bin filled with books.

"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights," Dean explained.

"Uh, I don't think so," the man said, sounding suspicious. "Why?"

"What about noises?" Sam asked. "Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"

"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" the man asked.

"What about cold spots?" Sam continued. "Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"

Amy picked up one of the books from the bin, grinning at the exact same time as the man behind the counter when she read the title, 'Mystery Spot'.

"I knew it!" the man exclaimed. "You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"

Dean looked over at Amy in confusion. Seeing her knowing grin, he turned back to the man. "Excuse me?"

"You're fans," the man told the confused brothers.

"Fans of what?" Sam asked.

"What is 'LARPing'?" Dean added.

The man scoffed. "Like you don't know."

"It stands for Live-Action Role-Play," Amy informed them as she walked back over, still holding the book. "Don't ask how I know that."

The man nodded in confirmation. "And pretty hardcore, too," he praised.

Dean looked down at Amy. "You know something about this, don't you."

Amy showed Sam and Dean the cover of the book, repeatedly tapping the title. "Perhaps."

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted," the man continued. "Like those guys from the book that she's holding," the man pointed to Amy, "Supernatural. Two guys, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?" the man trailed off.

"Sam and Dean?" Sam guessed.

"That's it!" the man agreed.

Dean took the book from Amy and started rifling through the pages. "You're saying this is a book?"

"Books," the man corrected. "It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following." The man stood up from the stool and walked over to the bin Amy had been at. Sam, Dean, and Amy followed. "Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah," the man handed Dean one of the books, "that's the first one, I think."

Dean took the book from the man. "'Supernatural' by Carver Edlund," he read. He flipped the book over to the back. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."

"That was the pilot episode," Amy muttered just loud enough for Sam and Dean to hear.

Sam snatched the book out of his brother's hands. "Give me that." he reread the back of the book before looking back at the man. "We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you've got."

"Well I'm afraid you're gonna have to buy them, then," the man informed them.

Dean groaned. "Fine."

The man hurried off to the back of the store.

"So there's a book series about our lives now, too?" Dean asked, turning to Amy.

Amy nodded. "Personally, I think the show is much better. Though, that might be coming off a bit biased since I haven't actually read any of the books."

"Should we try to find this Carver Edlund guy?" Sam asked, opening to the first page of the book.

"Guess so," Dean replied. "How are we supposed to find him, though?"

"I looked into the publisher and it turns out she lives in Old Roach, Michigan," Sam said. "We could try talking to them."

The man came back out with a bag filled with books. "I think this is all of them." He led the hunters over to the counter. Amy briefly heard Dean buy the books as she grabbed the book titled 'All Hell Breaks Loose' and flipped to the first page.

After Dean finished buying the books, Amy followed them back out to the Impala, nose still buried in the book. She climbed into the backseat as Dean placed the bag on the seat between him and Sam.

"Bedtime stories?" Dean asked, pulling out one of the books.

Amy looked up. "Oh, that episode was season three. I think it was not long after I met you guys. It was the one where that girl in a coma was causing all these fairy tales to come to life."

"The one where the girl's stepmother, or someone, poisoned her, right?" Dean asked, turning to face her.

Amy nodded. "I think so."

"What's that one?" Sam asked, pointing to the book she was holding.

Amy held up the book. "All Hell breaks loose. It was the season two finale, the one where Sam was kidnapped by a demon, and the episode that I met you guys in."

Dean tossed the book back into the bag. "Let's get these to the motel. I wanna see exactly what this guy knows."


Dean drove them down the street back to the motel. Sam grabbed his laptop and sat down at the table under the window while Amy and Dean dropped the books on one of the beds. She threw herself back onto the same bed, reopening the book she had been reading since the store.

"You know," she said, "I always wondered what a book series about this show would look like."

Dean reclined back in the bed next to her, grabbing the book titled 'Route 666.' "They didn't have any books from the show where you're from?"

Amy shook her head. "Well, I mean, they did have books. They just weren't like this where it was basically the entire episode typed out on paper. It was more like, someone wrote out a book as Bobby detailing a guide to hunting, uh, there was another one that was just the mythology of the show. I had both of those, by the way."

Sam scoffed. "Obsessed much?"

Amy put her book down and sat up. "Yes, actually, I was. I started watching this show when I was probably eight or nine and I loved every second of it. I was that person that waited around week after week, month after month, for a new episode each season. I watched and rewatched every episode until I knew it like the back of my hand. I had merch, I went to conventions. Hell, I even wrote fanfiction!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance.

"Fanfiction?" Dean asked.

Amy's eyes widened as she suddenly realized what she had revealed to Sam and Dean. She let out a heavy sigh. "Basically fictional stories that were written by fans featuring characters from a movie, tv-show, book series, video game, etcetera," she explained. "I started writing them when I was in high school."

Dean flipped through the pages of the book. "This is freaking' insane," he muttered. He turned to Amy. "How's this guy know all this stuff?"

'He's God,' Amy thought to herself.

"He has these dreams about you guys," she said out loud.

"Everything is in here," Dean continued. "I mean everything. From the racist truck to – to me having sex. I'm full-frontal in here, dude." He stood up and walked over to Sam. "How come we haven't heard of them before?"

"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation," Sam said. He started reading the screen on his laptop. "Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple of dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one – "No Rest For The Wicked"-" Sam turned his laptop so Dean could see. On it was a list of published books by Chuck. "It ends with you-"

"-going to hell," Amy finished, walking over to them. "That was the season three finale. But the show went on for much longer after that."

Sam turned his laptop back to himself. "How much longer?"

"About eleven seasons with a twelfth underway. There were a lot of episodes." Amy beamed. "The two-hundredth episode was a musical!"

Dean gulped nervously. "And all of our hunts, the-they're in these episodes?"

Amy shook her head. "No, not all of them. There have been a few hunts I went on with you guys that weren't shown in the show at all. Back where I'm from, there was a week between episodes but the timeline could have had the actual dates between them be weeks or sometimes even months apart. Season three didn't have that many episodes and it spanned out a full year."

Dean took the laptop from Sam and started scrolling through the site. "Looks like there are actually fans of these books. There's not many of them, but still." He turned to Sam. "Did you read this?"

"Yeah."

Dean scoffed. "Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot," he muttered. "Listen to this – Simpatico says 'the demon storyline is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic.' Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it."

Sam let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better."

"There are 'Sam girls' and 'Dean girls' and," Dean paused briefly, looking slightly confused, "what's a 'slash fan'?"

"As in... Sam-slash-Dean," Sam explained. His face twisted in discomfort. "Together."

"Like, together, together?" Dean asked, slightly disturbed.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

"They do know we're brothers, right?" Dean asked. He turned to Amy, who didn't look disturbed at all. "This doesn't bother you?"

Amy shrugged. "Nah. If anything I'm used to it. You should see the fanart."

"No, thank you," Dean grimaced. He shut the laptop and slid it back over to Sam. "We got to find this Carver Edlund."

"Yeah, that might not be so easy," Sam informed his brother.

Dea sighed. "Why not?"

"No tax records, no known address. Looks like "Carver Edlund" is a pen name."

Amy nodded. "It is. His real name is Chuck Shurley. I don't know where he lives though, so we might have to go to the publisher for that."

"Okay then." Sam reopened his laptop. "Publisher's house is only a five-hour drive from here."

Dean nodded. "Alright, well, grab your stuff." He grabbed the keys to the Impala. "Maybe she can tell us where Chuck lives."

Amy quickly grabbed her duffle bag as Sam put his laptop away. She followed Sam and Dean out to the Impala and tossed her bag in the trunk next to their bags, before climbing into the backseat. Dean pulled the Impala out of the parking lot, beginning their long drive to Michigan.


Dearborn, Michigan

Amy slept in the backseat until she was shaken awake by Dean when they arrived at the publisher's house.

"Sam told the publisher we were reporters," Dean explained as Amy slid out of the car.

Amy let out a long yawn. "Okay," she finally said. She followed Sam and Dean up the steps to the front door and waited as Dean rang the doorbell. A moment later, a young woman appeared. She had short, brown hair with dyed blonde bangs and a long, blue sweater on.

"Are you guys the reporters?" the woman asked.

Sam nodded. "Yes, we are. We spoke on the phone earlier about doing a story to hopefully bring the books back into the spotlight."

The publisher smiled. "Yes, I remember." she stood to the side, opening the door wider. "Come on in."

The hunters followed the publisher into the house. She led them into a living room, where they could see a shelf lined with a copy of each of the books and a poster of one of the covers above the fireplace.

"What would you like to know?" the publisher asked once they were inside.

"So you published the "Supernatural" books?" Sam began.

The publisher nodded. "Yep. Yeah. Gosh." She walked over to a shelf filled with copies of each of the books. "These books... you know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know – 'Doctor Sexy, M.D.'?" the publisher chuckled. "Please."

Sam nodded. "Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series."

The publisher nodded back. "Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again."

Dean shook his head "No, no, no, no. God, no. I mean, why – why would you want to do that?" At the publisher's frown, he added, "You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and all."

The publisher's face suddenly turned very emotional. "Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones because Dean was so... strong... and sad and brave," she said, her voice breaking in between words. "And Sam... I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in – In 'Heart,' when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in 'Home,' when Dean had to call John and ask him for help."

The publisher sniffled and turned her back to them, walking further into the room. "Gosh... if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings."

"Real men?" Dean asked, slightly offended.

The publisher turned back to face him. "I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?"

"More often then you think," Amy piped up.

"Right now, I'm crying on the inside," Dean added.

The publisher frowned at him. "Is that supposed to be funny?"

Dean smiled in amusement. "Lady, this whole thing is funny."

"How do I know you three are legit, hmm?" the publisher asked.

"Oh, trust me. We, uh... we're legit," Dean promised.

The publisher sat down in a big, red chair behind the desk. "Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys."

"No! No, no, no. Never," Sam stammered.

"As a matter of fact, we are actually big fans," Amy informed the woman.

Sam and Dean nodded in agreement.

"Hmm," the publisher nodded. From the look on her face, it was clear that she wasn't buying it. "You've read the books?"

"Cover to cover," Dean promised.

"Um-hmm," Sam agreed.

"Every word," Amy added.

The publisher leaned forward across the desk. "What's the year and model of the car?"

"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala," Dean answered smugly.

"What's May second?"

"That's my –" Sam quickly corrected himself, "Uh... that's Sam's birthday."

"January twenty-fourth is Dean's."

"And Amy's?"

"Real birthday or day she was found on the orphanage steps which was then used as her birthday?" Amy asked.

"The publisher smirked. "Both."

"July twenty-fourth,1998 is the day she was found on the steps, and..." Amy thought for a moment. When was she actually born again? She knew this. She had heard it once or twice before. "January...eighteenth...1989 was her actual day of birth," she finally said, hoping she was right.

That must have been the right answer because the publisher nodded in confirmation. "Sam's score on the LSAT?"

"One..." Sam trailed off, looking at Dean for help but only receiving a mere shrug, "seventy-four?"

"Dean's favorite song?"

Dean smiled. "It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues.'."

The publisher seemed satisfied. "Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?"

"Where does Chuck live?" Sam asked bluntly

The publisher frowned. "How do you know his name?"

"We...uh, we did some research before we came here," Amy said quickly.

"Wanted to do as much research as possible before we did our story," Dean added. "Make sure we got all the facts."

"We just want to talk to him," Sam said. "You know, get the "Supernatural" story in his own words."

"He's very private," the publisher informed them. "It's like Salinger."

"Please. Like I said – we are, um..." Sam cringed as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his demon-protection tattoo. "... big... big fans."

At Sam's pointed look, Dean rolled his eyes and revealed his own tattoo. Amy pulled out her demon protection charm necklace.

The publisher licked her lips. "Awesome." she giggled. "You know what?" she turned around and pulled down her skirt. Amy averted her eyes towards the ceiling as the publisher showed Sam and Dean her own tattoo.

"I got one, too," she heard the publisher say.

"Whoa." Dean chuckled nervously. "You are a fan."

"Okay." the publisher said. Amy heard scribbling on a paper and looked back down to see the publisher writing something down. "Chuck is a genius, so don't piss him off."

The publisher handed Dean the paper. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. "Uh, no," Sam said, "thank you."

The publisher gave them a small smile and nodded. Amy followed Sam and Dean out of the house and back into the Impala.

"Looks like this guy lives in Kripke's Hollow, Ohio," Dean said, reading the paper the publisher had given him.

"Awesome!" Amy could barely contain her excitement as Dean started driving down the road.

Her excitement didn't go unnoticed by Dean. "I'm actually kinda liking how excited you seem to be about all of this," he said. "It's a little weird, but enjoyable at the same time."

"Hey, this was my favorite episode of this season, but honestly, it's probably closer to being my favorite episode of the entire series," Amy said with a smile. "I've been waiting for this since the day I met you two."


Dean drove them to the address given to him by the publisher. After a short, three hour drive, he pulled up in front of an old, run-down house. Dead leaves and trees lined a pathway and a motorcycle lay next to a small set of stairs that led up to the front door.

The hunters stopped outside of the door. Amy could almost hear Chuck reading line for line exactly what they were doing at that moment. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and shrugged.

Dean reached out his hand and pushed the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened and a face Amy knew all too well poked out. He stared at them all for a moment in confusion, eyes landing on Amy for a bit longer, before going back up to Sam and Dean.

"You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked.

"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the 'Supernatural' books?" Sam continued.

Chuck straightened up slightly. "Maybe. Why?"

"I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that's Amy. The Dean, Sam, and Amy you've been writing about."

Amy waved her hand. "Hi, there!"

Chuck slammed the door closed, leaving Amy standing there with her hand raised up. "Okay, good talk," she mumbled.

Dean rang the doorbell again and the door instantly reopened.

"Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm," Chuck told them. "Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life."

Amy had to stop herself from snickering as Chuck went to close the door again.

Dean put his hand out to stop the door from closing all the way. "See, here's the thing," he snapped. "We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." He shoved the door open and walked inside the house.

"Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny," Chuck said as he backed up into the house. Sam and Amy walked inside after Dean.

"Damn straight, it's not funny," Dean agreed.

"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it," Sam said, a bit more calmly than Dean.

"I'm not doing anything," Chuck said nervously.

"Are you a hunter?" Dean demanded.

"This guy?" Amy asked, pointing to Chuck. "A hunter?"

"I'm a writer."

"Then how do you know so much about demons?" Dean started advancing on Chuck, causing him to fall backward onto the tattered couch. "And Tulpas, and changelings?"

"Is this some kind of 'Misery' thing?" Chuck asked, voice trembling in fear. "Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a 'Misery' thing!"

"No, it's not a 'Misery' thing." Dean waved his finger between Sam and himself. "Believe me, we are not fans!" He pointed to Amy. "She actually is, but that's not the point right now!"

"Well, then, what do you want?!" Chuck shouted.

Sam stepped forward, speaking a lot more calmly than his brother. "I'm Sam. And that's Dean."

"Sam and Dean are fictional characters," Chuck insisted. "I made them up! They're not real!"

"Just out of curiosity," Amy spoke up, "did you ever write the last names in the books?"

Chuck looked at her in confusion. "I thought you were a fan."

"I'm a fan of the show," Amy explained, "I only read a couple of books earlier today."

"There's no such thing as the 'Supernatural' TV show!"

"Tell that to the several episodes I watched at the orphanage," Amy said. "Before I even met the Winchesters."

Chuck stared at her in shock. "Di-did you say 'Winchester'?"

"Well, unless their last name suddenly changed, I'm pretty sure that's still it, right?"

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, but, I never wrote the last names in the books. I never even wrote it down or told anyone."

Dean seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Well, hi, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother, Sam."

Amy waved her hand again. "And I'm Amelia Jones. Though, I usually just go by Amy."

Chuck stood up from the couch without a word. He turned his back to them and walked to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

The hunters walked over to the kitchen in confusion. Amy sat down on the back of the couch as Chuck poured himself a large glass and downed it in one sip, before setting the glass back down on the sink and turning back around.

"Oh! Oh, you're still there," he groaned.

Dean nodded. "Yup."

"You're not a hallucination."

"Not since I checked," Amy said.

"Well, there's only one explanation," Chuck said seriously. "Obviously I'm a god."

Amy put a hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter, receiving strange looks from Sam and Dean in the process.

"You're not a god," Sam told Chuck.

"How else do you explain it?" Chuck asked. "I write things and then they come to life." He nodded his head furiously. "Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through – The physical beatings alone."

"Yeah, we're still in one piece," Dean stated.

Chuck continued rambling on. "I killed your father. I burned your mother alive." He looked up at Sam. "And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica. And you," he pointed to Amy, "I made you an orphan and sent you to another world."

"Yeah, well, now I'm back," Amy told him, "and I've got a new family."

"Chuck-"

Chuck cut Sam off. "All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for... entertainment."

"You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us," Dean assured the man.

'You sure about that?' Amy thought, smirking to herself. Chuck flashed her a look before looking back up at Sam and Dean.

"Did you really have to live through the bugs?"

"Yeah."

"I'm glad I didn't," Amy spoke. "Man, I hated that episode."

"What about the ghost ship?"

Dean nodded. "Yes, that too."

Chuck sighed. "I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing... if I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass."

"Chuck, you're not a god!" Dean snapped.

"We think you're probably just psychic," Sam continued.

Chuck shook his head. "No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing?" He sighed. "Writing is hard."

Amy nodded in agreement.

"It seems that somehow, you're just... focused on our lives," Sam explained.

"Yeah, like laser-focused," Dean added. "Are you working on anything right now?"

Chuck suddenly seemed to realize something. "Holy crap."

"What?"

Chuck picked up a stack of papers. "The, uh, latest book? It's, uh, it's kind of weird."

"Weird how?" Dean asked.

"It's very Vonnegut," Chuck explained.

"'Slaughterhouse-Five' Vonnegut or 'Cat's Cradle' Vonnegut?" Dean asked intently.

"What?" Sam asked in shock.

"What?" Dean asked defensively.

"It's, uh, 'Kilgore Trout' Vonnegut," Chuck corrected. "I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house... confronted by my characters."

Amy leaned towards Sam. "What are they talking about?"

"Vonnegut is an author," Sam explained quickly. He pointed to the papers Chuck was holding. "Do you mind if we take those with us?"

Chuck handed the papers over. "Here, take them. And now, if you could please leave so I can drown myself in a bottle of whiskey, that would be great."

Dean took the pages. "Yeah, alright we'll get out of here." He pulled out a piece of paper, and started writing something down, "but, uh, just in case, here's my cell. We'll find a motel nearby. If anything happens, just give me a call and we'll be right over."

Chuck nodded. "Okay. Okay, yeah."

Sam and Dean began walking to the door. Amy hesitated slightly, turning back to the man she knew the true identity of, before following Sam and Dean outside. Right now, she had a million and one questions she needed answers to, but she knew now wasn't the time.

As Amy was opening the front door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Chuck standing behind her, looking less than the timid man they had just been talking to.

"Alright, listen," he told her, "I know you have a lot of questions and I'm willing to answer them, but not now."

Amy nodded. "Yeah, I kinda figured now wasn't the best time."

"Right." Chuck nodded. "Listen, I know you know who I am. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't-"

"Mention anything to Sam and Dean?" Amy finished Chuck's sentence. At his nod, she said, "Don't worry. I haven't told them about Gabe and I won't tell them about you. I'm good at keeping secrets."

Chuck smiled. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Dean honked the horn impatiently.

Amy rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "I should probably get going. Before Dean decides to leave me behind."

Chuck nodded. "Right. I'll come to your motel room when Sam and Dean leave for a bit, and then feel free to ask whatever you wanna know."

Amy nodded back. "Okay." She started walking out of the house. "See ya later, Chuck."

Amy ran back to the Impala, sliding into the backseat.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked.

Amy shook her head. "Nothing."

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before shrugging simultaneously. Dean pulled the Impala away from the curb and started driving down the road to find them a motel.


Dean eventually pulled into the parking lot of a nearby motel, which ended up being just down the street from Chuck's house. Amy helped Dean unload the bags from the trunk while Sam checked them into a room.

"Okay," Dean began once Sam had disappeared inside the building, "what the hell was that all about?"

Amy glanced up at Dean in confusion. "What was what all about?"

"Back at Chuck's place," Dean explained, "why'd you take so long to come out?"

"Oh," Amy said, finally understanding, "Chuck and I were just talking. About the books."

"Uh-huh." Dean nodded but Amy wasn't sure if he believed her or not.

Sam came back out and walked over to them. He handed the key to Dean. "We're on the second floor," he explained.

"Alright," Dean said, picking up his bag. He led the way up to the motel room and unlocked the door, leading them inside.

Amy tossed her duffle bag on the furthest bed, before throwing herself onto it as well. "Well, I'm tired."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, I think I might turn in early to- aw crap!"

Amy sat up at the outburst. "What's up?"

Sam picked up one of his shirts, which was dripping with something. He sniffed it, before immediately scrunching up his face in disgust. "Dean, did you put the lighter fluid in my duffle bag?"

Dean nodded as he walked over next to his brother. "Yeah. I forgot to put it in the other bag and yours was there so I just tossed it in. Why? What's-" Dean suddenly stopped as he got closer. "Oh, god, what is that smell?"

Sam tossed his clothes back into the bag. "The lighter fluid," he said angrily. "It spilled out all over my clothes."

"Oh," Dean said, sheepishly. "Well, hey, I saw a laundromat across the street. I've got some extra change if you wanna go try and wash it out."

Sam sighed. "Yeah, okay. Amy, you have anything that needs to be washed?"

Amy shook her head. "I'm good. I'm probably just gonna head to bed early while you guys are gone."

"Alright." Dean grabbed the keys. "Call us if you need anything. We'll be back in a bit."


As soon as Sam and Dean left, Amy grabbed the TV remote. She lay on her back with her head hanging over the end of the bed, so she was looking at the TV upside down. As she went to turn the television on, someone suddenly appeared in front of her.

"What the-" Amy flipped over onto her stomach to see the same man they had recently gone to visit standing in front of her. "Dude, what the hell?"

"Hey, I said I would come to your motel room when Sam and Dean left," Chuck said defensively.

"Yeah, but I didn't know you meant in twenty minutes." Amy sat up on the bed. "So, what's up?"

"Well, I figured, since you know who I really am, and you've had a ton of questions racing through your mind since you met Sam and Dean, I would do you a favor and answer as many of them as I could."

Amy averted her eyes to the ground. "Yeah. Right. Well, see the thing is, I've been waiting for this episode to come along since I met Sam and Dean. And now that it's actually here," she looked back up, "I have absolutely no idea what I wanna ask."

Chuck leaned back against the wall. "That's understandable. You've been through a lot since you met Sam and Dean, I know it can be overwhelming."

Amy let out a small laugh. "Yeah, it really is." She took a deep breath. "Okay, there is one thing I've been dying to know for a while now."

Chuck nodded knowingly. "Your parents."

Amy nodded. "What the hell, dude?" she snapped. "So, they get killed by a demon and then I end up in another world. Was that you, by the way, or...?"

"Yeah, that was me."

"Why?" Amy asked. "I spent my entire childhood wondering why my parents had abandoned me and then I wake up here, with absolutely no clue as to what's going on by the way. I mean, you know, a little help would have been nice." She stood up, voice now rising in anger. "I was terrified, Chuck! I had no idea why I had suddenly woken up in an episode of a show I loved, and even now, I still don't. Not really, anyways."

"I sent you to that other world to keep you safe," Chuck explained.

"Safe? Safe from what?" Amy asked.

"That demon that killed your parents, it was after you specifically. They just got in its way."

"Wait, what?" Amy asked, now even more confused. "Why was it after me?"

Chuck sighed as he stepped closer to her. "Amy, those powers you have, you didn't get them when I sent you to that other world. You were born with them."

The motel room and everything in it seemed to fade away as Amy took in what she had just heard. "What?" she asked softly.

"You were born with those powers," Chuck repeated. "The demon that killed your parents, he knew about your powers and thought that he could raise you and use your powers his own way. I couldn't let that happen, so I sent you somewhere the demon could never find you."

"To a place with no monsters, ghosts, demons," Amy realized. "Wait, so, what about when they suddenly just stopped working or whatever?"

"I kept an eye on you in that world, as you grew up, so I could bring you back here when the time was right," Chuck explained. "As you got older, your powers started getting stronger and it was getting harder for you to control them. A simple sneeze made every light in a room explode. So I put a hold on them for a while. And then, when the time was right, I brought you back here and took the hold off."

Amy raised an eyebrow. "And the episode you decided to bring me to was the one where Sam got kidnapped by a demon and later killed?"

Chuck rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that. But I didn't want you to meet them too early or too late in the series. I wanted you to have enough time to get them to trust you and consider you part of the family."

Amy nodded but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner," Chuck told her. "But this was one of those things I couldn't interfere with."

"So, what about the show that I spent years watching?" Amy asked.

"I might have had something to do with that," Chuck admitted. "Gave you a bit of a push towards watching it."

Amy smiled. "Well, I'm glad you did," she admitted. "I've met a lot of great people through the show." She suddenly let out a long yawn, remembering why she had decided to stay behind in the first place.

"I'll let you get some sleep," Chuck said. "I'll call Dean tomorrow and tell him I wrote another chapter. You, get some sleep. Oh, and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell them who I was," he added, "I'll tell them when the time is right."

"I already said I wouldn't," Amy reminded him. She yawned again. "See you tomorrow, I guess."

Chuck nodded and, a second later, vanished before her eyes.

'Yeah, that's gonna take some getting used to,' Amy thought to herself.

Not even bothering to change out of her clothes, Amy lay her head down on the pillow, finally drifting off to sleep.


April 3rd, 2009 - Kripke's Hollow, Ohio

The next morning, Dean shook Amy awake.

"Hey, get up," he told her, "Chuck called, said he wrote another chapter. We're heading over there right now."

Amy sat up and stretched her arms. "Okay," she said sleepily, "just let me change, first, and then we can head over."

Dean nodded. "Alright, well, hurry up, because we're leaving soon."


Amy quickly changed into a different shirt that hadn't been slept in and followed the Winchesters out to the car.

Dean drove them down the street to Chuck's house. Chuck let them in and led the hunters to the living room. They waited in the living room as Chuck left to get the writing he had just done.

Sam was leaning against the fireplace when Chuck entered the room, holding a stack of papers. "So...," he began, breaking the silence, "you wrote another chapter?"

"This was all so much easier before you were real," Chuck told him.

"We can take it; just spit it out," Dean urged.

Chuck turned to Dean. "You especially are not gonna like this."

"I didn't like hell," Dean stated bluntly.

Chuck looked at Dean, almost apologetically, before turning back to the papers. "It's Lilith," he informed them. "She's coming for Sam."

Amy leaned forward from her spot on the couch. "Wait, what?"

"Coming to kill him?" Dean asked.

"When?" Sam asked.

"Tonight."

"She's just gonna show up?" Dean asked. "Here?"

Chuck sat down on the couch next to Amy and put on a pair of reading glasses. "Uh... let's see, uh," he began reading from the page, "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."

Amy couldn't help herself as she burst into laughter. "That is, by far, the greatest thing I've ever heard," she said in between laughs.

Sam laughed as well. "You're kidding me, right?"

Dean glared at the two of them. "You two think this is funny?"

"Lilith coming for Sam? No," Amy said. She pointed to the papers Chuck was holding. "But what's written on that paper? Yes, absolutely."

"I mean, come on, Dean," Sam said. "'Fiery demonic passion'?"

"It's just a first draft," Chuck told them sheepishly.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Dean said as he stood up from the chair. "Lilith is a little girl."

"No, uh, this time she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana," Chuck corrected.

"Great. Perfect," Dean said. He turned to Chuck. "So what happens after the... fiery demonic whatever?"

"I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet."

"Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about," Sam assured his brother. "Lilith and me? In bed?"

Dean sat on the arm of the couch and glared at his brother as he spoke to Chuck. "How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?"

"You mean my process?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, your 'process'."

"Well, it usually starts with a headache," Chuck began. "A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream."

"The first time you dreamt about us?" Dean asked.

Chuck nodded. "It flowed. It just kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really."

"You can't seriously believe –"

Dean cut his brother off. "Humor me." He stood back up. "Look, why don't we, we just..."

Dean was interrupted as Chuck sighed and held the manuscript up to him. "Take a look at these and see what's what," he said slowly as he took the papers. "You –

"...knew you were gonna ask for that," Chuck finished. "Yeah."

"Great," Dean muttered. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"See ya," Sam said before quickly following his brother.

Amy stood up from the couch. "This is going to be so entertaining," she said with a grin.

Chuck stood up as well. "You're gonna have a field day with this, aren't you?"

Amy smiled. "Definitely." She started walking towards the door. "See you later, Chuck."

Chuck gave her a wave as she ran out the door and climbed into the Impala.

"So, what are we doing now?" she asked.

Dean pulled the Impala away from the house. "We're getting out of town."

Amy leaned forward across the front seat. "Wait, what?"

"If we get out of town, then maybe Lilith won't be able to come kill Sam."

"Do you really think that's gonna work?" Amy asked.

Dean shook his head. "No, but I'm willing to try."


As Dean sped down the road, Sam read the manuscript Chuck had given them.

"Dean, come on." Sam started reading from the page. "The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on his face."

"A pink flower Band-Aid?" Amy asked, almost wondering if it was a joke.

"So?" Dean asked.

Sam scoffed. "So, I've seen you gushing blood," he said. "You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid."

"What's your point?"

"My point is this-" Sam gestured to the papers, "-all of this – is totally implausible, it's nuts."

"He's been right about everything so far," Dean reminded them. "You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?"

"Yeah, but you with a pink flower anything?" Amy asked. "Let alone a band-aid?"

Sam scoffed and continued reading. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off with Amy in the passenger seat, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow."

Dean looked concerned. "A tarp?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. On the rear window. And you drive it like that."

Dean frowned. "Well, he might be wrong about the details, but that doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result."

"So we're just gonna run?" Sam asked.

"Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face deathmatch with Lilith," Dean snapped.

Dean slowed the Impala down as two police cars blocking the road came into view. A deputy waved at them to stop, before leaning into the driver's side window to talk to Dean.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Bridge is out ahead," the deputy explained.

"We're just trying to get out of town," Dean tried.

"Yeah, afraid not."

"Is there a detour?"

The deputy shook his head. "Nope."

"There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?"

"To get to the highway, you have to cross that river," the deputy said. "To cross the river, you have to take that bridge."

Dean was starting to get desperate. "How deep is the river?"

The deputy sighed. "Sorry. Afraid you three are gonna have to spend the night in town."

Dean sighed, finally realizing there was no way out of this. He backed the Impala up and turned around, driving back towards the town.


Later that night, Amy found herself sitting at a table in a diner with Sam and Dean. Dean was reading the manuscript as Sam and Amy read over menus for something to eat.

"Hey, this could be a good thing," Dean said. "I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path."

Sam put down his menu. "How do you mean?"

"It's a blueprint of what not to do," Dean explained. "I mean if the pages say that we go left –"

"Then we go right," Sam finished.

Amy put down her menu as well. "Do you really think that'll work?"

Dean put the manuscript on the table. "I honestly don't know," he admitted, "but at this point, I'm willing to try anything. I mean, if we get off-book, then maybe we never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting." He gestured to Sam. "No research for you."

"No bacon cheeseburger for you," Sam added.

Dean frowned. "Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else." He turned to the approaching waitress. "Hi, uh, what's good?"

"Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country," the waitress said with a smile.

Sam laughed as Dean shifted nervously in his seat.

"Really?" Dean asked.

"I'll just have the cobb salad, please," Sam ordered.

"I'll have the... veggie tofu burger," Dean said, trying not to grimace. He handed his menu to the waitress. "Thanks."

The waitress turned to Amy. "And, for you, dear?"

"I'll have a cheeseburger." Amy handed her menu to the waitress as well.

"I'll have those out in a jiff." The waitress turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Dean took a look at the manuscript. "Dude!"

"What?" Sam asked.

Dean slapped the back of his hand across the papers. "This says she orders a cheeseburger."

"Oh no," Amy said sarcastically, "I ordered a cheeseburger. We're doomed!"

"Amy, this is serious!" Dean shouted.

"Dean, we're not gonna die just because I order a burger."

"She's right, Dean. This whole thing's ridiculous."

"Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked.

"The idea of me hooking up with her is."

Dean scoffed. "Right. 'Cause something like that can never happen."

Sam started to scowl but stopped himself. "Dean, for the first time, we have a warning that Lilith is close."

"So?" Dean asked, starting to get angry. "We can't kill Lilith but that doesn't mean she can't kill us."

The waitress walked back over with their food. "Cobb salad for you, tofu veggie burger for you, and a cheeseburger for you," she said as she put their meals in front of them.

"Thank you." Dean picked up his burger and took a huge bite. His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!"

The waitress appeared again, carrying another plate. She seemed flustered. "I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake." She took the plate away from a despaired Dean, before handing him the new plate.

Amy sighed as she pushed her plate towards Dean, who looked at her gratefully as he took a bite of her cheeseburger.


After they ate, Dean drove them around, looking for a different motel.

"Why can't we just go to the one we stayed at last night?" Amy asked.

"Because we can't risk Lilith coming for us there," Dean explained. He pulled into the parking lot of the Toreador motel.

"Dude, this place charges by the hour," Sam said, reading the sign next to the entrance.

"Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel," Dean reminded him. "Hence, the uh, hooker inn." He parked the Impala and turned off the engine. "It's opposite day, remember?"

Amy helped Sam and Dean carry their bags into the motel room. Dean tossed his bag onto the bed and started pulling items out of it, before finally pulling out a few hex bags. He tossed one over to Amy as she placed her bag on the other bed.

"Put this in the corner, over there," he instructed. Amy quickly placed the hex-bag against the corner of the wall, next to the nightstand.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked as Dean placed another hex bag on the table between the beds.

"A couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room," Dean explained.

Sam glared at his brother. "So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?"

"That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay?" Dean confirmed. "And no research. I don't care what you do – use the Magic Fingers or watch Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View." He spotted Sam's bag on the table. Grinning with delight, he reached in and pulled out the laptop.

"Oh, dude, come on," Sam protested.

"Just call it a little insurance." Dean started walking towards the door.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding around in the Impala," Dean explained, "so I'm gonna go park her. Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn." He smiled as he opened the door.

Amy started to follow, but Dean stopped her.

"Dean, I'm not staying here," she started to argue.

"The pages say the two of us drive around in the Impala," Dean reminded her, "so, yeah, you're staying here."

Without giving Amy any time to argue, Dean turned and walked out of the room.

Amy groaned as she watched the door close behind Dean.

"Great," she muttered. "Now what?"

Sam turned around to face her. A glare was plastered on his face from watching his brother leave.

Amy got the hint. "I'll be outside if you need me." She walked past Sam and headed outside. She leaned against the wall next to the door, watching as Dean drove the Impala to the lot across the street. As he got out of the Impala and began walking back to the motel, a couple of teenage boys suddenly ran up and broke the rear-view window with bats.

Dean spun around, quickly walking back across the street to stop the teenagers as one of them tried to climb into the car through the broken window. Before Amy could warn him, a minivan suddenly sped around the corner. She winced as she watched it drive straight into Dean. He landed on the hood, rolling off as the car screeched to a halt.

"Dean!" Amy shouted in a panic. She ran through the parking lot, passing Chuck as he parked the motorcycle that had been sitting in front of the house.

Amy sprinted across the street, sliding to a stop on her knees next to Dean. A woman and her daughter had climbed out of the van and were kneeling down next to Dean as well. The little girl was putting pink flower Band-Aids on Dean's face.

"Dean?"

"I'm so sorry," the woman apologized. "I didn't see him."

"It's okay." Amy gently shook Dean. "Dean? Hey, you okay."

Dean slowly began to stir. "Stars?" he mumbled.

The woman looked confused. "What?"

Dean slowly sat up.

"I'm so sorry," the woman apologized again. "Like I told your friend here, I just didn't see you. Are you okay?"

Amy helped Dean sit up the rest of the way.

"And sorry about... you know." The woman pointed to the Band-Aids on Dean's face. She put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "M-My daughter's going through a doctor phase."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked weakly.

"You're all better now," the young girl said happily.

Amy pulled off one of the Band-Aids, showing it to Dean. Dean frowned as he reached up and pulled another one off. He looked across the street, where the Impala was parked.

"Oh, no..." Dean trailed off as he stood up and walked towards the car to examine the damage. The rear window was completely shattered. Shards of glass lay on the trunk and around the back tires.

"Damn it!" Dean swore. "Come on, Amy, help me check to see if they took anything."

Amy and Dean searched through the car, finally confirming that nothing had been taken.

"Come on, get in," Dean told her.

"Where are we going?"

"I'd like to have a few words with our new pal, Chuck," Dean said angrily. He pulled a tarp out of the trunk, duct taping it over the window.

Amy slid into the passenger seat next to Dean. Dean sped out of the parking lot and drove towards Chuck's house, the tarp flapping like the wings of a crow.


When they arrived at Chuck's house, Dean picked the lock and led Amy inside, locking the door back up behind them. The house was empty, but Amy figured Chuck was still at the motel with Sam.

They waited in the living room for almost an hour before they heard the door open and footsteps walk through the hallway. A moment later, Chuck walked around the corner, holding a brown paper bag and a six-pack of beer cans.

"Dean," he said, obviously not very surprised to find the hunters in his living room, "Amy."

Amy gave Chuck a small wave from the couch. "'Sup."

"I take it you knew I'd be here," Dean said, noticing the tone in Chuck's voice.

"You look terrible," Chuck stated.

"That's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck," Dean said with an almost too calm tone in his voice.

"Oh."

Dean looked at the writer, waiting for him to say anything else. "That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that's all you have to say is 'oh'?!"

Chuck started to put the cans on the desk next to him. "Please don't yell at me."

Dean slowly rose from the chair. "Why do I get the feeling there's something that you're not telling us?"

Chuck laughed nervously. "What wouldn't I be telling you?" He glanced back at Amy, who shrugged, before smirking behind Dean.

"How you know what you know, for starters!" Dean snapped.

"I don't know how I know," Chuck insisted, "I just do!"

"That's not good enough." Dean suddenly shoved Chuck against the wall. "How the hell are you doing this?!"

"Dean, come on," Amy shouted in exasperation as she tried to pull Dean away from Chuck.

"Dean, let him go!" the voice of Castiel suddenly said behind the two hunters. Dean reluctantly released Chuck, turning to face the angel. "This man is to be protected."

"Why?"

"He's a Prophet of the Lord," Cas stated.

"You... You're Castiel... aren't you?" Chuck stammered.

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck." Cas picked up one of the books and started flipping through it. "I... admire your work."

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Dean pointed to Chuck "This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer." He turned to Chuck. "Did you know about this?"

Chuck stumbled over to the armchair and pulled a bottle of whiskey from the brown bag he had brought in earlier, pouring himself a glass. "I, uh, I might have dreamt about it," he admitted.

"And you didn't tell us?!" Dean snapped. He turned to Amy. "Is it safe to assume you knew about this too?"

Amy nodded sheepishly. "Yeah," she admitted as well, "I did."

"It was too preposterous," Chuck started rambling. "Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness." He desperately gulped down the glass of whiskey.

Dean leaned towards Castiel, speaking quietly. "This is the guy who decides our fate?"

"He isn't deciding anything," Castiel corrected. "He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word."

"The word? The word of god? What, like the new new testament?" Dean asked.

"One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel," Cas explained.

"You gotta be kidding me," Dean and Chuck said in unison.

"Seriously?" Amy added.

"I am not... kidding you," Cas said.

"If you'd both please excuse me one minute," Chuck said. He stood up from the chair, still holding the bottle of whiskey and walked upstairs, disappearing into one of the rooms.

Dean pointed up the stairs after Chuck. "Him? Really?"

"You should've seen Luke," Cas stated.

"Why'd he get tapped?"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen," Cas admitted. Dean scoffed and turned away. "The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command."

Dean paused for a moment, before turning back to the angel. "How high?"

"Very."

"Well, whatever. How do we get around this?"

Cas looked confused. "Around what?"

"The Sam-Lilith love connection," Dean said. "How do we stop it from happening?"

"What the prophet has written can't be unwritten," Castiel explained. "As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass."

"Oh, wonderful," Amy said sarcastically.

"Well, this is just..." Dean trailed off. He walked towards the door and Amy began to follow. Dean quickly stopped her. "Why don't you wait here?" he suggested.

"Wait, what?" Amy asked.

"I'm gonna go get Sam really quick," Dean explained. "I won't be gone long, but why don't you just wait here for now until I get back."

Amy let out a heavy sigh as she crossed her arms. "Fine," she agreed reluctantly.

Dean nodded and walked out the front door, leaving Amy standing alone in the living room.

"Did he just leave you here?" Chuck asked from behind Amy, causing her to jump a little.

She turned around. "Do you really have to ask that?"

"No, I guess not," Chuck admitted. He walked into the kitchen. "Well, it'll be a few hours before Dean gets back. Want something to eat while you're here?"

Amy shrugged. "Sure." She walked over to the kitchen as well, sitting down on one of the barstools.

"Pizza?" Chuck asked. "Any kind you want."

Amy lit up. "Oh, hell yes!" She thought for a moment. "Hawaiian?" she finally decided.

A plate with two slices of Hawaiian pizza appeared in front of her. Amy picked up a slice and took a bite.

"Hmm." She set the slice back down. "Yeah, no."

"What?" Chuck asked. "Don't like it?"

"No, that's not what I was talking about," Amy clarified. "I just decided that I probably wasn't gonna get used to stuff like that."

"Gabriel does this stuff around you all the time, though," Chuck pointed out.

"Not really all the time," Amy corrected. "He's done it maybe once or twice. Besides, I don't actually see him all that much."

Chuck leaned against the counter. "True. So, anything else you'd like to know."

Amy sighed. "Honestly, yes, of course, there is," she said. "There's a ton of things that I've been dying to know since I bet Sam and Dean, but now that I actually have a chance to ask you, I can't think of anything." She shook her head. "I don't know. I guess I'm still trying to work my head around what you told me last night."

Chuck nodded. "About your powers."

"Yeah." Amy took another bite of her pizza.

"I suppose that was a lot to drop on you last night?"

Amy scoffed. "Gee, you think? Oh, hey, uh, BTW, you were born with your powers and your parents died trying to save you. Okay, bye now!"

Chuck laughed as he cracked open a can of beer and took a sip.


They spent the next couple of hours talking about the show and the books. Amy didn't even notice the time pass by as the sun started to go down outside.

"Well I needed to keep an eye on you somehow," Chuck was telling her.

"I know," Amy said. "But what, a-are you saying you're Rob Benedict?"

Chuck shook his head. "No, Rob is a very real person. And he is an actual actor that portrays me on the show. I only took over for a bit at the cons you went to."

Amy's eyes went wide as she realized what that meant. "So...those autographs and photo ops I did with Rob. And the Louden Swain concerts I went to?"

Chuck gave her a small wave. "That was me." He suddenly grabbed the empty plate and moved it away, replacing it with a pillow as Amy's head fell forward onto the counter.

Amy groaned. "What...the...hell?" She raised her head again. "Seriously? Here I am thinking Rob doesn't know I even exist and now I'm over here learning that all those times I met the guy, it was freaking God? Are you kidding me, right now?"

Chuck was standing there, trying not to laugh. "I wondered how you would react to that."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I made it all up," Chuck admitted. "Rob Benedict is a very real person, even at the cons you went to."

Amy flopped her head back down on the pillow. "Oh, thank God," she mumbled.

"You're welcome."

Amy slowly picked her head back up, realizing what she had said. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

Chuck nodded. "Yep."

Amy rolled her eyes. She glanced at the time on the oven. "When is Dean getting back?"

"About two minutes. Right now, Castiel is telling Dean why he can't help, while also hinting what would happen if a demon and a prophet were in the same room."

Amy smiled. "Yeah, that sounds like something Cas would do."

Chuck nodded in agreement. He stretched his arms. "Well, it looks like it's back to being Chuck the scared prophet." He walked over to the couch and sat down, wrapping himself up in a blanket and putting on a pair of reading glasses.

Amy laughed as she slid down from the barstool. "Cozy?"

Chuck nodded as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Very. And, Dean arrives in three...two..."

At that moment, the door swung open and Dean ran in. He went straight to Chuck, pulling him to his feet.

Chuck put on a look of shock and fear. "What are you doing? I didn't write this."

"Come on. I need you to come with me," Dean said, pulling Chuck towards the door.

"Dean?" Amy asked. "What's going on? Where's Sam?"

"He's waiting for us at the motel. We gotta go to him, and you're," Dean jabbed a finger at Chuck, "coming with."

"That's where Lilith is."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, exactly. I need you to stop her."

"Are you insane?" Chuck asked, yanking his arm out of Dean's grasp. "Lilith? I know what she's capable of, Dean. I wrote her."

Dean started gaining up on Chuck, who backed away. "All right, listen to me," he said. "You have an archangel tethered to you, okay? All you gotta do is show up and boom! Lilith gets smoked."

"But I-I haven't seen that yet," Chuck stammered. "Th-the story –"

"Chuck, you're the only shot that I've got left," Dean cried out desperately.

"But... I'm just a writer."

"This isn't a story anymore, man. This is real!" Dean snapped. "And you're in it! Now, I need you to get off your ass and fight."

Chuck sighed and walked past Dean.

"Come on, Chuck," Dean pleaded.

"Chuck, you might as well," Amy said. "If what Dean says is true, it sounds like you're our best shot."

Chuck spun back around to face them. "No friggin' way."

Dean nodded and walked back towards Chuck. "Okay, well, then, how about this. I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out."

Chuck smirked. "I thought you said I was protected by an archangel."

"Hey, don't you get all smug on us now," Amy said.

Dean smirked. "Well, interesting exercise. Let's see who the quicker draw is."

Chuck sighed as he set the glass down on the table. "Fine. Let's go."

Dean led them back out to the Impala. Chuck got into the passenger side while Amy slid into the backseat.

"Okay," Dean said as he drove away from Chuck's house, "so, Cas said that all we need to do to get Lilith to leave is have you be in the same room as her."

"And then she'll be killed?" Chuck asked.

"That or she'll leave before the archangel gets a chance to do anything," Dean said. "Okay, look, all you gotta do is run into that room. The archangel will take care of the rest...I think."


A few short minutes later, Dean pulled into the parking lot. Amy and Chuck followed behind as he ran up to the motel room and unlocked the door, running inside.

Lilith was already inside with Sam, possessing the body of a blonde woman in a black dress. She had him pinned to the bed, with Ruby's knife raised above his head, as Chuck ran past Dean into the room.

"I-I am the prophet, Chuck!" Chuck stammered.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "You've got to be joking," she said as she stood up. She started advancing on Chuck, who began to back away.

"Oh, this is no joke," Dean said as the room began to shake. Amy backed behind Dean as a bright, white, light began to fill the room. "You see, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder," Dean continued over the noise. "You've got about 10 seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tangle with that?"

Lilith looked over at Sam. Fear flashed in her eyes before she turned her head towards the ceiling and left the vessel. She screamed as black smoke poured out of the woman's mouth and through the vent in the ceiling. The vessel collapsed to the ground.

Amy sighed in relief as the room stopped shaking.

Chuck did the same as he turned to Dean. "So, is that it?" he asked. "Can I go home now?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Uh, just let us pack up our stuff first and then I'll drive you home on our way out of town."

Chuck nodded. He picked up a chair that had fallen over and sat down in it. "You guys got any beer?"

"Yeah." Dean pointed to the mini-fridge behind Amy. "Ames, there should be some in there, can you grab us a few."

Amy walked over to the fridge and pulled out three beer bottles. As she turned back around, her duffle bag began sliding off of the bed. "Shit!" she said as she quickly moved all the bottles to one arm and held out her other hand, using her powers to stop it from falling all the way.

"Whoa." Amy looked up to see Chuck staring at her in shock. "Okay, that was pretty cool."

Amy smiled as Dean walked over and took the beers from her.

Realization flashed across Chuck's face. "Oh, um, I think there's something you guys should know about her powers."

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, before turning to Chuck. "What is it?" they asked simultaneously.

Chuck looked over at Amy as if asking her if she wanted Sam and Dean to know. When she nodded, he turned back to the Winchesters. "I didn't write it in the books, but when I started writing about you guys, I had a couple of visions about Amy as well, when she was a baby."

"Wait, what?" Amy asked in confusion, walking up next to Sam and Dean.

"I saw her parents getting killed," Chuck explained. "The night she was sent to the other world. But I saw something before they were killed. And from what I saw..." he turned to face Amy, "I think you've had those powers way longer than you think you have."

All three hunters exchanged a look. Amy mainly looked up to see Sam and Dean's reactions.

"How much longer?" Dean asked.

Chuck sighed. "From what I saw, I think she's had them her whole life. I think she was born with them."

Neither Sam nor Dean said anything for a while. "I'm guessing this is the first you're hearing about this?" Dean asked Amy.

Amy nodded. "Yeah," she said softly. "Believe me, I'm just as shocked as you guys."

"Sorry," Chuck said. "I would have told you sooner, but with everything going on-"

Sam cut Chuck off. "It's okay. There weren't exactly any good times today or yesterday when you could have said something."

Chuck nodded.

"How can you be sure about this?" Dean asked.

"Because I saw Amy as a baby, with her parents before they were killed. There were things flying off shelves whenever she cried, uh, if she wanted something it would sometimes fly into her hands." Chuck sighed. "From what I gathered, her parents knew about her powers. They died trying to protect her from a demon that wanted to use her powers for his own purposes."

"What purposes were those?" Dean asked.

Chuck shrugged. "I didn't see that part."

Dean looked over at Amy, who was trying to make it look like this was the first she was hearing of this. "How are you doing over there, kiddo?"

Amy shrugged. "Fine, I guess. It's just a lot to take in, I guess."

Dean nodded. "Okay. Well, I don't think there's much we can do with this new info now," he said. "But don't think that changes anything, Ames." He ruffled her hair, much to her protest. "You're still family."

"Dean!" Amy cried out in mock protest as she fixed her hair.

Dean laughed. "Alright, everyone packed up and ready to go?" Sam and Amy nodded. "Alright, grab your crap. We're getting out of here."


Chuck and Amy sat in the back seat as Dean sped the Impala down the road to Chuck's house. The short ride was silent, as no one had much to say about anything. Finally, Dean pulled up in front of the house.

Chuck opened the back door and stepped out. He leaned back inside the car. "Thanks, guys."

"No problem," Dean said. "Oh, hey, Chuck?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, if you have any more visions. You know, anything that could help us, don't hesitate to call, okay?"

Chuck nodded. "I'll see you guys." He closed the door and walked inside his house.

Sam looked down at his hands as Dean drove down the dark road. "Lilith offered me a deal," he finally said. "To stop the apocalypse."

"Really?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded.

"Hmm. So a deal, huh?"

Sam nodded. "That's what she said."

"To call the whole thing off – angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?"

Sam nodded again. "That was the gist of it."

"Huh."

Sam looked up at Dean. "What?"

"You didn't think once about taking it?" Dean asked.

"I told her she could have Amy," Sam joked.

"Oh, ha ha ha," Amy said mockingly.

"I'm serious, Sam."

"You kidding me?" Sam scoffed. "Dude, you spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track."

"I'm just saying..."

"She would have found some way to weasel out of it," Sam argued. "And all it would have cost us was our lives."

Dean was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Anyway, that's not the point."

"What's the point?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam.

"The point is, she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running."

"Running from what?"

"Maybe she wants you to think she doesn't want to be killed," Amy guessed.

Sam shrugged. "You might be right. But she was telling the truth about one thing."

"What's that?"

"She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that."

Amy leaned back into her seat as the car fell silent. She could only hope that Sam wasn't having second thoughts and doubling back on the plan to not kill Lilith. If he did, then her attempt at stopping Lucifer from rising would have all been for nothing.