A/n: Alright, I'm sure you're all tired of hearing me say it, but I'm so sorry for such a delay. I've got A LOT going on that makes it hard for me to feel inspired to sit down and write. But it's like I said before, I'm still planning on seeing this one through. If nothing else I want to see this sequel finished. I'm not really sure what's going to happen with "Behind Green Eyes", but I'm not shutting it down at the moment either. For anyone who's still reading,following, and reviewing this and the few new people following it, thank you all!

Thank you so so very much hectatess, VegasGranny, and of course LilyBolt for your reviews, support, and patience. Seriously, you don't know how much it means to me. And that goes for the rest of you who are following, have favorites, and have commented on this story.

Chapter 24

"Please for the love of...whatever I don't even care what, tell me you found something." Dean said slumping back in his chair.

"I found something alright. But it's nothing to do with the tablet. At least I don't think. " Sam took the seat next to Dean and pulled out the book he had taken from the stack at the front. "Look at this." Sam handed it to his sibling.

"So?"

"Read the back." Dean flipped it over and began to read. Sam watched his reaction as it twisted with a furrowed brow to a look as though he'd just seen something incredulous.

"Dude what the fuck?" He asked forgetting about the volume of his voice and his location.

"I don't know."

"Who the hell does this Carver Edlund guy think he is?"

"Well to answer that we're actually in luck. There's a book signing and guess who the guest author is? "

"I'm gonna kill'em."

"Just act cool. We don't know what he is. He could be an angel."

"I can't believe this guy. Invading our privacy like that."

"We're going to need to get him alone and talk to him. I don't want to make a scene in front of a bunch of people especially since anyone here could be an angel."

"So when does this lovely event take place?" the older sibling asked. Sam checked his phone for the time.

"In a few minutes or so. I have a feeling I already know the answer to this but, did you find out anything?" Dean waved a hand out gesturing to the mountain of books stacked on the table.

"I learned that I can carry about half a shelf of books at one time."

Sam stared at his brother unimpressed. "Alright, I'll reword my question. Did you find out anything useful? "

"Nope, nothing."

"Yeah I figured as much," the younger man sighed in defeat. "Well seems like our best lead at the moment is to see what else this writer knows."

"Any ideas on what we're going to say to him? Other than 'what the fuck are you and how do you know about us?'"

"I'm still working on that."

"You think maybe he's a demon? I mean a demon would have a pretty good chunk of our story I would imagine."

Sam shook his head. "I don't know, I doubt it. I don't really see a demon sitting down and writing a story you know? I would be more inclined to believe he's an angel. Or hell, he could be something entirely different."

"A psychic maybe? They can see things right? He may have somehow seen into our future or something."

"I don't think that's exactly how it works, but I mean maybe? Come on, let's put these back and head over to meet the author of our lives."

The brothers had just got the last of the books back into the shelf when they heard the introduction of the author begin. Most of the people who stood eagerly awaiting to meet him where women, but a few men were sprinkled in the mix as well. Sam and Dean went to stand among the crowd and watched on. Dean's breath caught in his throat and his eyes grew wide as the writer stepped into view waving awkwardly and smiling nervously.

"I don't fucking believe it," he growled under his breath. The younger Winchester heard his sibling and he looked from the mousey older man with a scraggly beard to his brother.

"What?"

"I ran into that joker earlier. Or, he ran into me. Literally." Sam's eyes snapped back up at the writer.

"Thanks, thank you everyone for coming out today. It's really crazy to see all my fans in one place." Dean looked around and scoffed. A handful of people was hardly anything to get excited about it if you asked him. "I've uh, been asked to go over a little bit about the concept of the story and I know you have questions, but I do have to keep this short so..." No sooner had the words left his mouth then someone raised their hand excitedly. "Um ye-yes?"

"Where did you come up with the idea?" The girl asked. Sam recognized her as the girl he had spoken with earlier.

"Oh um...it's kind of an idea that I've been playing with for a-a while now actually."

Dean mumbled something under his breath. Another girl raised her hand.

"Yeah um, why did you decide to make Sam such a dick to Dean?" Sam's face scrunched up at the question.

"Oh...um..."

"Hey! Sam's not a dick!" Another girl shouted at the first one.

"Uh yeah he totally is," she snapped back.

"Ok ok let's not fight please," he said nervously.

"I'm about ready to go over there and kick his ass."

"Hey, relax. Remember, nothing that draws attention to us."

"This is bullshit."

The questions continued a bit longer to the point where Dean thought he was going to lose his head. He wanted to ask a few questions himself, but he kept his mouth shut like he had been told. He had hoped someone would ask Carver Edlund something he wanted to know, but most of it was back and forth questions nothing that told Dean too much about what he couldn't remember. The questions were switched out for him talking about his writing. It was all boring mumbo jumbo to the older Winchester and once again he wasn't being told anything he wanted to know about. It surprised him that with all the talk he had to sit through that he wasn't given anything useful. The event moved on again and everyone was asked to form a line and he would begin the signing. Everyone quickly and excitedly stepped into place with their books at the ready. Sam and Dean joined. Sam held the book he had grabbed and shown his sibling earlier making them fit in with the fans. The volunteers, no doubt employees of the store, began to walk up and talk to people waiting and monitoring when they could step up and see him. The woman who was in front of the brothers stepped up to greet the writer while handing him her copy.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," she smiled and held out her hand to him.

"And you too," he responded shaking her hand.

"Make it out to Wincester4ver," she said eyeing the author. Carver Edlund smiled politely but the look in his eyes told the brothers a different story. Dean looked over at his little brother mouthing the name the girl had just said with a quizzical expression. Sam responded with a look of his own that told the older Winchester he had an idea what it meant, but the explanation could and should wait. He didn't need his sibling getting anymore fired up than he already was.

"Alrighty," the writer said uncomfortably.

"Please tell me that you plan on writing more. I mean, Dean dead and Sam off with a demon, you aren't seriously just going to leave that there are you?"

"Uh...To be determined." Sam felt Dean move himself closer and nudged him with his shoulder.

"I really hope you do!" With that she was off and it was the Winchesters turn to step up. Sam opened the book as if to have it signed.

"You can go ahead and make that out to Sam and Dean. Winchester," the older brother replied unenthusiastically. Carver looked up at the them.

"You sure you don't want your names or your screen names or whatever it is I just signed?" He asked.

"Funny enough, those are our names. And they are plastered all over your damn story!" Dean roared. Sam looked around at the pair's of eyes who were now on him.

"Dean," he hissed, but the older Winchester went on like he hasn't heard him.

"Where do you get off spying on people and writing about them?"

"Wha-what?"

"My brother and I are NOT here for your entertainment!"

"Dean!"

The older brother grabbed the writer by the collar of his jacket and lifted him to his feet. "P-please." Dean opened his mouth to respond but before he could get a word out, the entire building began to shake as if there was an earthquake and a bright light shone out of nowhere causing the older sibling to close his eyes.

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When Dean opened his eyes again, he was back in the motel room. He looked around frantically seeing not only his brother who looked just as disoriented as he was, but a startled Bobby and an angry looking Castiel.

"What the hell?"

The angel approached him with clenched fists and eyes that made even Dean want to back down. "What part of 'try not to draw attention to yourselves' was unclear?"

"The guy pissed me off!" The older sibling said defensively. "You angels need to find better things to do than write stories about people. It's fucking creepy."

"We have far better things to do than to write stories especially about humans I can assure you."

"Well Carver Edlund doesn't. Which by the way, is a stupid name for an angel."

"The man you tried to assault wasn't an angel. And Carver Edlund isn't his name."

"Hey I wasn't trying to assault the guy. If anything he assaulted me with his stupid book."

Sam furrowed his brow. "Then who is he? Or what is he?"

"He's a Prophet of the Lord and his name is Chuck Shirley."

"A what?"

"You've got to be shitting me?"

"You two are lucky that I was able to reach you in time, you would have both been ash."

"How did you know where to find us?"

"Sam called me and told me." He turned to face the other Winchester. "What was it you needed Sam?"

"I uh...I wanted to ask if you know anything about that?" He pointed to the slab sitting on the table in front of where Bobby had been seated before the angel had shown up out of the blue and with both Winchesters, startling him to his feet. He peered over at it and then looked over at the hunter.

"Where did you get that?" He questioned him.

"Special delivery drop off at a motel."

"Can you read what it says?" Sam asked hopefully. The celestial being shook his head. "Do you know what it is?"

"It's a tablet."

"No shit Sherlock," Dean snapped.

"Please Castiel, is there anything you can tell us about it?" The younger man added giving his brother a stern look.

"It's a Word of God. There's only one person that can read it."

"If you say God I swear-"

"A Prophet."

A/n: Thank you so much everybody for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll see you all in the next one!