Dean is reclining on the bed, flipping through a book and frowning. Sam is seated by the window with his laptop. There's a knock on the door and Sam gets up and opens it. "Dean, look whose back from angel duty."

Jamie looks at him and then walks inside. "Alright, how bad are we screwed?"

"See for yourself." Sam picks up one of the books and hands it to Jamie. "This is one you're in. Uh, Born Under a Bad Sign."

Jamie takes the book and opens it. She scans the first page and begins to read. "The Impala is parked in an underpass. Jamie and Dean are both there. Dean is on his cell phone, leaning against his car. He is fidgeting, clearly upset. Jamie is beside him on her cell phone. She looks like she hasn't slept in days and she's still wearing the clothes she had on when Dean pulled her from whatever she was hunting. It's evident by the fact that her t-shirt is torn and there's green slime on her jacket…." She closes the book. "What the hell is this?"

Dean looks up. "This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?"

"You got me." Sam says, returning to his laptop.

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

Jamie walks over to her brothers. "Yeah, I mean something like this should show up somewhere, right?"

Sam looks up at them. "They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one "No Rest For The Wicked"
he turns the laptop towards Dean and Jamie, displaying a web site listing the books. "Ends with you going to hell."

"You're kidding?" Jamie goes over to the bed and shifts through the books. She pulls out "No Rest for the Wicked" and opens it to the last page. "Through Dean's eyes everything appears green and cloudy. There are chains everywhere, stretched from place to place that he cannot clearly see. He hears rumbles that sound like thunder, and sees flashes like lightening, and screams. Hooks protrude from his arms, shoulders, and legs. His skin is covered with blood and sweat. His mouth fills with blood as he screams again "Help! No! Somebody help me!" He is beyond terrified, the pain is so intense, so ungodly, and all he can think about are his siblings somewhere unknown to him. "Jamie!" He yells for his sister, hoping beyond hope that somehow her psychic abilities can perforate even the mouth of hell itself. Everything is going black, and then he screams the one name that means more to him then life itself. "SAAAAAAAM!" Jamie gasps and throws the book on the bed. Dean and Sam look at her. "God…who is this guy?"

"I reiterate. Freaking insane." Dean is browsing the site. "Check out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"

"Yeah."

Jamie goes over to them and looks over Dean's shoulder.

"Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says "the demon story line is trite, cliche'd, and overall craptastic." Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it."

"Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better."

Jamie leans in. "Hey there's a whole topic on me. "I just don't understand the point of Jamie's character. She never really solves Sam and Dean's issues, she only comforts them, and most of the time her true function occurs in the background. For instance, whenever we see her she always acts as a mediator between Dean and Sam, even though they don't need one. She never really has a defining moment where she is instrumental in the plot resolution. We never really see her fight, even in Devil's Trap, when she held the Colt she couldn't have shot John if Sam hadn't been holding her steady. And then she gives the gun to Sam and tends to Dean's wounds instead of confronting the demon. And her physical abilities just don't make difference in the grand scheme of the plot, she can blow demons away with the wave of her hand, but most of the time she doesn't. The only saving grace for her character is that again and again we see that she is not all powerful, and even though she manages to evade death in the end, it's not without consequences. For all her physical abilities she is powerless to stop the deaths of her father, her boyfriend, and brothers. She is truly tragic in that she can see the future, but she cannot shape it, she can only warn her loved ones of its coming." What the hell, I've just been psychoanalyzed!"

Sam smirks. "Keep reading."

Dean starts to read. "There are "Sam girls" and "Dean girls" and - what's a "slash fan"?"

Sam looks at him. "As in... Sam-Slash-Dean. Together."

Jamie snickers. "What?"

"Like, together together?"

"Yeah."

"They do know we're brothers, right?"

"Doesn't seem to matter."

"Oh, come on. That... That's just sick." He shuts the laptop in disgust. "We got to find this Carver Edlund."

Jamie nods. "Yeah, I've got a bone to pick with him. "

"Ah, that might not be so easy."

Dean and Jamie look over at him. "Why not?"

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

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Well that's wonderful."

Dean shakes his head. "Somebody's gotta know who he is."

Sam, Jamie and Dean are meeting with the publisher of the "Supernatural" series: a young, attractive woman in a long sweater. She is eager but appears both a little nervous and somewhat skeptical of their intentions.

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

"Yep. Yeah. Gosh. 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."?" She scoffs. "Please."

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

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

Dean's jaw drops. "Oh no, no, no god, no. I mean, why - why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and all."

Jamie smirks lightly, looking at her brother. "I don't know, don't you just wonder what happened to Sam though? I mean, Dean's gone and Ruby's dead, and Jamie…poor Jamie just lost her boyfriend, you gotta want to know what she's gonna do."

The publisher starts getting very emotional. "My god! That was one of my favorite ones, because Dean was so... strong... and sad and brave. Couldn't really get into Jamie, she always seems so unnecessary. But 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." she turns away. "Gosh... if only real men were so open and in- in touch with their feelings."

Jamie rolls her eyes. Sam and Dean shove her back a step.

"Real men?" Dean asks politely.

"I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?"

"Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny." Dean says sarcastically.

"How do I know you three are legit, hmm?"

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

"Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys."

Jamie has a dark look. "Your boys, huh?" She's obviously not taking that comment well.

"No! No," Sam is stammering.

"No, that's..."

"We - We are actually, um... big fans." Sam looks back at Dean and Jamie.

Jamie shakes her head trying to force a smile. "Oh yeah, of course we are."

"Hmm. You've read the books?"

"Cover to cover." Dean answers.

Jamie turns away. "More than once."

"What's the year and model of the car?"

Dean smirks. "1967 Chevy Impala."

The publisher doesn't look impressed. "The convent where John left Jamie?"

Dean and Sam's faces fall and they looks at their sister who smirks. "Mercyhurst. Sisters of Mercy. Erie, Pennsylvania."

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my - Uh... that's Sam's birthday."

"Jamie was born the day after."

"January 24th is Dean's."

"Sam's score on the lsat?"

"One... He turns to looking at Dean, at a loss. "Seventy four."

"Inscription on the Colt?"

Jamie looks up. "Non Timebo Mala."

"Dean's favorite song?"

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

Publisher smiles. "Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?"

Sam looks at her. "What's Carver Edlund's real name?"

"Oh, no. No. I'm sorry, I can't."

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

The publisher shakes her head. "He's very private. It's like Salinger."

Jamie sighs. She gestures to her chest. Sam looks at her and then towards the publisher.

"Please. Like I said - we are, um..." He unbuttons his shirt, cringing a little, to reveal his demon-protection tattoo. "...big...big fans."

Off Sam's pointed look, Dean rolls his eyes and displays his own tattoo. Jamie pulls up the sleeve of her shirt and displays hers. The woman licks her lips

"Awesome. You know what?" She turns around and hikes up her skirt, showing them her tattoo on her ass. "I got one, too."

Dean spends a moment too long looking. He looks up at her with a smile. "Whoa. You are a fan."

"Okay." she scribbles something on a pad of paper. "His name's Chuck Shirley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off."

Dean, Jamie and Sam are in the Impala driving. Jamie suddenly sucks in her breath and gets a vision. She sees a printer which is spitting out several pages. Chuck comes into view wearing boxers, an undershirt, and a bathrobe, and stuffing the end of a slice of pizza in his mouth. He sits at the desk, pulls the pages from the printer, and clears his throat. "Sam Jamie and Dean approached the run-Down..." he sighs. "...Approached the ramshackle house with trepidation."

Jamie's vision ends when Dean pulls up to the house. She takes another breath, her eyes darting around before she climbs out behind her brothers.

"Did they really want to learn the secrets that lay beyond that door?"

Jamie stops behind Dean and Sam in front of the door. The siblings share a look, and shrug.

"Sam Jamie and Dean traded soulful looks." Dean rings the doorbell. "Then, with determination, Dean pushed the doorbell with forceful... determination." Chuck tosses the pages down in frustration. "Ugh!"

The doorbell rings. He looks up, nervous, then goes to answer it. He pulls back the door revealing the Winchesters.

"You Chuck Shirley?" Dean asks.

"The Chuck Shirley who wrote the "Supernatural" books?" Sam asks.

"Maybe. Why?"

"We got a couple questions for you." Jamie says.

Dean puts to himself. "I'm Dean. This is Sam. The Dean and Sam you've been writing about."

"And I'm Jamie."

Chuck chuckles nervously. "Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. 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." He tries to shut the door, but Dean puts out a hand to stop it.

"See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." He shoves the door open and enters, forcing Chuck to back up into the house.

"Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny."

"Really?" Jamie asks, turning to him.

"Damn straight, it's not funny." Dean tells him, his voice dangerously low.

"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it." Sam says calmly.

"I'm not doing anything."

Dean stares at him. "Are you a hunter?"

"What? No. I'm a writer."

"Then how do you know so much about demons? And Tulpas, and changelings?"

Jamie takes a step forward. "And everything else in our lives."

"Is this some kind of "Misery" thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a "Misery" thing!"

Dean looks confused. "No, it's not a "Misery" thing. Believe me, we are not fans!"

"Well, then, what do you want?!"

Sam sighs and puts his hand on his chest. "I'm Sam. That's Dean. And that's Jamie."

Chuck shakes his head. "Sam Jamie and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!"

Dean looks and at him and sighs, his mouth twisting into annoyed look. "Any ideas?" He asks, looking over his shoulder at his siblings.

"Show him the car?" Sam suggests.

"Come on." Jamie leads the way outside.

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, displaying the arsenal. Chuck looks shocked. "Are those real guns?"

"Yup. This is real rock salt, these are real fake ids." Dean picks up the ids and then tosses them back down.

Jamie points to her black leather book. "And my real book of exorcisms. Meg, Dan, and Sam tested."

"Well, I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans." He's still very nervous. "That's, that's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house."

"Chuck, stop." Dean says.

"Please wait. Please, don't hurt me."

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Please, we're not going to hurt you."

Sam turns to him. "How much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals? Or that Jamie's a prophet?"

Chuck stares at Sam. "Wait a minute. How do you know about that?"

Dean looks at him "The question is how do you know."

"Because I wrote it?"

Jamie looks surprised. "What?"

"You kept writing?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that - Did Phil put you up to this?"

"Oh God. Um…" Jamie looks around, and then takes off her silver hunter's bracelet. "By the way, you might why explain the significance of this, because most of your fans think it's a cheap piece that Dad just picked up and gave to me as an apology for missing my birthday." She holds the bracelet in her hand and stares at it. It levitates up and then back down.

Chuck's eyes bug out. "That's uh…nice party trick. "

Dean shakes his head and then offers his hand. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother, Sam, and my sister Jamie."

"The last names were never in the books. I never told any about that. I never even wrote that down."

Chuck pours himself a large whisky and gulps it down, then sets the glass on the kitchen sink. He turns around, sees Sam, Jamie and Dean, and groans.

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

"Yup." Dean says.

"You're not a hallucination."

"Nope."

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

Jamie crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."

Sam shoots her a look and then turns back to Chuck. "You're not a god."

"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through - The physical beatings alone."

Dean smirks. "Yeah, we're still in one piece." He looks at his sister.

Jamie smirks. "Mostly."

"I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica."

"Chuck..."

"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 tells him.

Jamie nods. "You're just reiterating what happened to us. Well, to them…more than me." She gets an odd look on her face.

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

"Yeah."

"What about the ghost ship?"

"Yes, that too."

"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."

Dean shakes his head. "Chuck, you're not a god!"

Sam nods. "We think you're probably just psychic."

Jamie grins. "Like me, lucky you." She frowns.

"No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard."

"And being a psychic is easy?" Jamie shoots back. "I've living life like 10 minutes ahead of real time, sometimes more."

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

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

Chuck thinks on Dean's question and then realizes something. "Holy crap."

"What?"

He picks up the pages he was reading earlier. "The, uh, latest book? It's, uh, it's kind of weird."

"Weird" how?" Sam asks.

"It's very Vonnegut."

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

"What?" Sam asks, surprised.

"What?" Dean repeats, defensively.

"God, boys." Jamie scoffs and shakes her head.

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

Dean, Sam, and Jamie stare at him.

Sam is doing laundry at the laundry mat as Dean and Jamie sit nearby, reading from Chuck's latest manuscript.

""I'm sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself -– My head hurts." Dean says, looking up.

"My head hurts more then it usually does. And not in the fun 'oh boy a demon' way." Jamie tells him, rubbing her temple.

"Jamie struggled to comprehend being confronted with having her own life dictated to her. Even though she was used to being out of step with reality, this newest revelation placed her even more out of step." Dean reads.

"I hate him."

"I hate him." She muttered, looking at Dean apprehensively. She always turned to her big brother in moments like these, when the world didn't make sense, when she herself felt lost and unsure, despite knowing the future." Jamie shakes her head, glaring at Dean. "But unfortunately her big brother was not in the mood to take his little's sisters agonizing personal fears seriously, and instead he openly mocked them by continuing to beret her with the story they were currently living."

"There's got to be something this guy's not telling us." Sam turns to toss his darks into the machine. Dean continues reading.

"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth."

"Stop it."

"'Stop it,' Sam said." Guess what you do next. Sam turns away, scowling. "Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive." I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it."

"Give me that!" Jamie snatches the manuscript from Dean's hands.

"I can't see your face, but those are definitely your "brooding and pensive" shoulders." Sam sighs, exasperated. Jamie looks down at the manuscript.

"Sammy, you just thought that Dean's a dick."

Sam turns around to his siblings, impressed. "The guy's good."

Sam, Jamie and Dean are back at Chuck's, and Chuck paces nervously, as if building up the courage to speak. He holds more pages in his hands.

"So... You wrote another chapter?" Sam asks.

"This was all so much easier before you were real."

Dean looks at Sam and Jamie. "We can take it; just spit it out."

"You especially are not gonna like this."

"I didn't like hell." Dean shoots back.

Jamie looks at Chuck. "Well now I know, so you might as well tell them."

"Oh, right. Well, It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam."

"Coming to kill him?" Dean asks.

"Yes." Jamie says before Chuck can answer.

"When?"

"Tonight."

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

Jamie looks at Chuck and telekinetically rips the pages from his hands. Chuck looks a little hurt. Jamie glares at him before scanning the pages. "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic PASSION? What in the hell?" She looks up at her brothers and then to Chuck and then back to her brothers. Chuck shrugs.

Sam laughs. "You're kidding me, right?"

"You think this is funny?" Dean asks.

"You don't? I mean, come on. "Fiery demonic passion"?"

"Sammy getting laid?" Jamie interjects, earning her a glare from her twin.

Dean nods. "Good point."

"Hey!"

Chuck shrugs again, taking his pages back from Jamie. "It's just a first draft."

Dean looks at Chuck. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl."

Chuck shakes his head. "No, uh, this time she's a - "Comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana."

The older hunter rolls his eyes. "Great. Perfect. So what happens after the... "Fiery demonic" whatever?"

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

Dean and Sam both turn to their sister. "Jamie?" Dean asks.

Jamie glares at Dean and rolls her eyes. "Give me a minute…" She closes her eyes. After a moment she opens them and gestures for Sam. He goes over to her. She takes his hand and closes her eyes again. She shakes her head. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Sam asks. He looks at her and then at Dean. "Well then. Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Jamie can't see anything and besides Lilith and me? In bed?"

"It's usually a bad thing when Jamie can't see anything." Dean glares at Sam while speaking to Chuck. "How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?

"You mean my process?"

"Yes, your "process."

"Well, it usually starts with a headache. 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."

Jamie squeezes Sam's hand, finally opening her eyes. "Wait, wait wait. Headache?" She looks at Sam. "Headaches. Like we get. Like I get. A lot." She looks at Chuck.

"So that was the first time you dreamt about us?"

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

Jamie raises an eyebrow. "Okay that definitely sounds like me."

Sam looks at his siblings. "You can't seriously believe –"

Dean cuts him off. "Humor me." He stands; Chuck holds up the manuscript for him. "Look, why don't we, we just..." he takes the manuscript. "Take a look at these and see what's what. You –"

Jamie nods. "Yup."

"...knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah."

Dean is driving, Sam sits beside him reading the latest chapter. Jamie is in the backseat rubbing her head. "Well at least he gave me a real headache instead of an evil one."

"There's aspirin in the medkit." Sam says looking at his sister before turning back at to Dean. "Dean, come on." He starts reading. "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."

"Pink flower band-Aids?" Jamie asks.

"So?" Dean isn't impressed.

"So, I've seen you gushing blood. 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 - all of this - is-is totally implausible, it's nuts."

"Not convinced back here."

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

Sam scoffs, and continues reading. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow."

"A tarp?" Dean looks over at Sam.

"On his baby?" Jamie asks.

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

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

"So we're just gonna run?"

"Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith."

Jamie moves up closer to Sam and Dean. "This is true, but I don't think we have a choice."

Sam glances back at her. "What is it?"

"Bridge is out ahead."

They come to a roadblock and come to a stop. A deputy leans over to talk to Dean. "What seems to be the problem?"

The deputy repeats Jamie's words. "Bridge is out ahead."

Dean looks back briefly at his brother and sister. "We're just trying to get out of town."

"Yeah, afraid not."

"Is there a detour?"

"Nope."

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

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

Dean sighs. "How deep's the river?"

"Sorry. Afraid you kids are gonna have to spend the night in town."

Dean looks displeased. Jamie looks worried. Sam shakes his head.

Later that night in the diner Dean reads over the manuscript as Sam and Jamie look over a menu.

Dean sighs. "Hey, this could be a good thing. 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 looks at him. "How do you mean?"

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

"Then we go right."

"Exactly. We get off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day."

Jamie finally looks up. "It's not going to work."

"You don't know that." Jamie gives Sam a look. "Unless you know that."

"You can't mess with destiny. We've tried." She glances at Dean.

Dean shakes his head. "Well let's try again. It says that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for you..."

"No bacon cheeseburger for you." Sam adds.

Dean looks slightly put out. "Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else." The waitress approaches. "Hi, uh, what's good?"

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

"Really?"

Sam looks up at her. "I'll just have the cobb salad, please. Jamie what do you want?"

"Uh…just bring me tonight's special."

Dean looks down at the menu. "I'll have the... veggie tofu burger. Thanks."

She takes their menus and leaves.

Sam shakes his head. "This whole thing's ridiculous."

"Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asks.

Jamie shakes her head. "No."

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

"Right. 'Cause something like that can never happen." Dean says off-handly.

Jamie looks at her twin. "Sam. Sam…"

Sam starts to scowl, then controls himself. "Dean, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close."

"So?"

"So... we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's – this is an opportunity."

Jamie sits back and crosses her arms.

"Are you –" Dean is trying very hard not to get angry. "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things."

"Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide that fight."

Jamie looks at her brothers. "It frustrates me that neither of you realize what's going on."

The waitress comes up with their food. "Cobb salad for you. Here's the special. And the tofu veggie burger for you."

"Thank you." The waitress leaves; Dean leans in close. "It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. And this is a battle that we are not ready to fight."

Dean picks up his burger. Jamie realizes something. "Dean…wait!"

He takes a huge bite of his burger and his eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!"

"That isn't tofu." Jamie mutters.

"What?"

The waitress comes back, flustered. "I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake."

Jamie broods. Sam scowls.

Sam, Jamie and Dean drive up to a very sleazy-looking motel and pull into the parking lot.

Jamie looks disgusted. "Dude, this place charges by the hour."

Sam turns to Dean. "I'm not taking our sister in there!"

"Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the uh, hooker inn. It's opposite day, remember?"

They go inside and Dean drops a bag on the bed and starts pulling out items. He takes a few small string-tied bags and places them around the room.

"Hex bags?" Jamie asks.

"What are you doing?"

"Couple of these ought to Lilith-Proof the room."

"So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?" Sam asks.

"That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay? And no research. I don't care what you do - Use the magic fingers or, watch Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View." He reaches into Sam's bag and pulls out Sam's laptop, smiling.

"Oh, dude, come on." Sam reaches for the laptop and Dean holds it out of reach.

Jamie sits down on the bed, awkwardly and pulls out her book.

"Just call it a little insurance." Dean tells him.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding around in the Impala. So I'm gonna go park her. Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn."

"Dean!" Jamie yells from the bed.

"What? You're free to come and go as you please." He smiles, pleased with himself, and leaves. Sam fumes. Jamie rolls her eyes.

A few minutes later she looks up from her book. "Jamie?" Sam asks. Jamie sees Dean park the Impala and get out. He checks the doors, then walks away across the street. Moments later, he looks back to see two teenagers attempting to break into the car. He runs towards them.

"Hey!"

A van careens towards him; he can't get out of the way in time, and it hits him. He is knocked to the ground, unconscious.

"Damnit!" Jamie blinks and gets up from the bed.

"What is it? What's wrong." Sam asks, going over to her.

"Dean's hurt."

Sam looks at the papers on the bed. "The manuscript?"

Jamie glares at him. "No the Jamiescript. I told you, you can't mess with destiny." She gets up and grabs her jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Dean." Jamie opens the door to reveal Chuck. "What are you doing here?"

"Sam wanted to see me?"

"Yeah."

Jamie turns back to her twin. "So much for no research, Sammy."

"Jamie…"

Chuck speaks up. "If you're gonna look for Dean I'd try…"

Jamie turns back to him sharply. "I know where he is, I don't need you to tell me."

Chuck looks down. "Of course. Right."

Jamie leaves. Looking around shiftily, Sam opens the door wider and Chuck enters. He shuts the door behind him.

"Don't worry about her." Sam tells him.

Chuck nods. "Right. She's dealing with a lot of things. Andrew's death is still at the forefront of her mind. She's always so sad and lonely."

"Jamie? Really? I hadn't noticed."

"How could you not? You haven't noticed how she clings to Dean? She sits up and cries all night. And you…"

"What about me?"

"Well she feels betrayed by you."

Dean wakes slowly, still lying in the middle of the road. A woman hovers above him; she has very long dangling earrings shaped like stars. "Oh my god. Just take it easy, you're gonna be okay."

"Stars." Dean mutters incoherently.

"What was that?" He blinks and tries to raise his head. "I'm so sorry. I just didn't see you. Are you okay?" He sits up. "And sorry about... you know." She indicates a young girl standing nearby. "M-My daughter's going through a doctor phase."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're all better now."

The left side of Dean's face, which is covered in pink flowery Band-Aids. Jamie walks up to them.

"Dean." Jamie grabs his arm and helps him up.

"Jamie? Hey. Where's…" He looks across the street and stares in horror: The Impala's back window is shattered. "No..." He approaches the car, fuming. He catches a glimpse of himself in the side window and sees the Band-Aids. Frowning, he slowly peels one off. Jamie looks at him.

"Are you going to listen to me yet?"

Dean glares at her.

Dean drives along, still fuming. A tarp covers the rear window, flapping like the wings of a crow. Jamie is in the passenger seat with her arms crossed looking mildly amused.

They end up back at Chuck's. Chuck, carrying a bottle in a brown bag and six-pack of cans, unlocks the door to his house and enters. He walks in slowly and does not appear very surprised to find Dean and Jamie sitting in his living room.

"Dean. Jamie."

"I take it you knew we'd be here." Dean says.

"You look terrible, Dean." Chuck tells him.

"That's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck."

"Oh."

"That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that's all you have to say to me is "oh"?!"

Jamie sighs, her arms crossed. "Dean, calm down."

"Please don't yell at me."

"Why do I get feeling there's something that you're not telling us?" Dean asks.

"What wouldn't I be telling you?"

Jamie moves closer to her brother. "Dean…"

"How you know what you know, for starters!"

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

Jamie goes for her brother. "Dean, don't!"

"That's not good enough." He shoves Chuck against the wall. Jamie goes over and grabs Dean's arm. "How the hell are you doing this?!"

Castiel appears. "Dean, let him go!" Dean releases Chuck and turns to face the angel.

Jamie looks at him. "Cas. About damn time."

"This man is to be protected." Castiel tells them.

"Why?"

Castiel looks at Jamie and then at Dean. "He's a Prophet of the Lord."

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

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I...admire your work." He picks up one of the books and starts paging through it.

Dean is still in shock. "Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's - he's... he's practically a penthouse forum writer." He turns to Chuck. "Did you know about this?"

Chuck has stumbled over to his armchair; he cracks open a fresh bottle of whisky and pours himself some. "I, uh, I might have dreamt about it."

"And you didn't tell us?!"

"It was too preposterous. 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 finishes this tirade and desperately gulps down the whisky.

"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asks, quietly to Castiel.

Jamie sighs, turning to her brother. "I've been trying to tell you. You cannot mess with fate, especially when it comes from one who sees."

"One who sees?" Dean looks at her.

Jamie nods. "Yes. Like I do."

Castiel nods. "He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece - A conduit for the inspired word. Like Jamie."

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

Castiel gestures to the book in his hand. "One day, these books - They'll be known as the Winchester gospel."

"You got to be kidding me." Dean and Chuck say together. Jamie however doesn't look impressed.

"I am not... kidding you.'

"He's not kidding. Castiel speaks the truth." Jamie adds.

"If you'd both please excuse me one minute." Chuck says, fed up. He stands, still clutching the bottle, and disappears upstairs.

Dean gestures to the stairs. "Him? Really? I mean Jamie, I get. Her's is a manifestation of belonging to this screwed up family, but him?"

Castiel shrugs. "You should've seen Luke."

"Why'd he get tapped?"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command."

"How high?"

"Very." Castiel and Jamie say at the same time.

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

"Around what?"

Jamie looks at Cas. "The Sam-Lilith thing. He wants to know how to stop it."

Castiel looks at Dean and then at Jamie. "Jamie, you know…what the prophet has written cannot be unwritten."

Jamie nods. "As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass." She turns to Dean. "Like I told you."

Dean drives to the motel with Jamie, parks, and gets out of the car. He notices the altered sign, that it now reads "Red" as Chuck's manuscript had predicted. He looks at Jamie, shakes his head and goes to the room. "Come on. We're getting out of here." He tells Sam.

Jamie starts packing.

"What? Where?" Sam asks.

"Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out." He looks around, confused. "Dude, where are all the hex bags?"

Jamie notices too. "Sam…" She looks back at her twin.

"I burned them." He confesses.

"You what?"

"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big "if" –"

"No, no, no. It's more than an "if." Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet."

Jamie gets an odd look on her face. "He's both, really."

"What?"

"Cas showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us." Dean tells him.

Jamie smirks. "The Gospel of the Winchesters according to Chuck."

"Okay." Is Sam's reply.

"Okay. Let's get the hell out of here."

Jamie stares at Sam. "He's not going."

"No." Sam nods.

"Lilith is gonna slaughter you." Dean says, almost desperate.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't."

"So what? You think you can take her?"

"Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on."

"Sam..."

"You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go dark side."

Jamie steps back from her brothers.

"Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" Sam looks up, startled. "Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly. Cas told me, okay?"

Sam looks at him. "Cas, not Jamie?" He looks back at her. "Cause with the way she clings to you I thought she'd have ratted me out."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Jamie asks.

"I don't care what it means. Jamie tell him."

"Tell him what, Dean? I'm sitting this one out. You haven't been listening to me all day, don't start now." She grabs her jacket and goes outside.

"Jamie. Jamie!" Dean yells after her.

Jamie plots down in the grass by the side of the road, tears streaming down her face. Castiel appears next to her. She wipes her eyes and turns away.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk, prophetess."

Fresh tears fall and she wipes them away roughly. "I miss him so damn much." She looks at Castiel. "It hurts, Cas. It hurts a lot."

Castiel looks at her, moving a strand of hair away from her face. "When Dean was in hell, you didn't have time to mourn him. You were mourning the death of one brother and the loss of the other. Now you have both brothers again."

Jamie shakes her head. "No, I don't. Sam is so far gone…Dean is all I have left." She wipes her eyes. "If I didn't think it would destroy Dean I'd let Lilith walk in and kill Sam."

"Jamie…"

"How am I supposed to live with that feeling, Castiel? That I would kill my own brother? My twin."

"Sam betrayed you. But that doesn't mean he's doomed to darkness. Your father…before he died."

"He told Dean that if he couldn't save Sam he'd have to kill him."

"What did you tell Dean?"

"He asked me what if he couldn't save him. I asked him what if he couldn't kill him. What is this inside me, Castiel? What is this that makes me feel this way? Is it because Sam betrayed me and Dean, is that why? I don't understand this!" She cries. "He's my brother!"

Castiel sighs. "Dean is calling for me."

Jamie looks up. "He'll want to know how to save Sam." She wipes her eyes.

"Yes." He puts his hand on her back. "What would you have me do?"

Jamie looks at him.

"Screw you. You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me...don't bother knocking." Dean brushes past Castiel and begins to walk away. Jamie walks up and stands beside Castiel.

"Dean!"

Dean turns around and looks at his sister. "What?"

Castiel looks at Jamie. Jamie nods. "You must understand why Cas can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected."

"I get that."

Jamie looks at Castiel. "If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear
to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon." Castiel explains.

"And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?"

"Yes."

"So why haven't you guys come to smite everything Jamie's involved with?"

Jamie smirks. "I've never been threatened."

"Jamie's a special case. She is…"

Jamie glares at him. "Later, Cas."

"Okay. So if a prophet who isn't Jamie was in the same room as a demon –"

"Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand... why I can't help."

"Thanks, Cas. Come on Jamie."

Dean turns to leave.

"Good luck." Castiel tells him. He looks at Jamie. Jamie looks at him and then heads after Dean.

Chuck is sprawled on his couch when Dean and Jamie enter; this time, Chuck does look surprised to see them. "What are you doing here? I didn't write this."

Dean manhandles him. "Come on. I need you to come with me."

Jamie grabs unto him as well. "Get going."

"What? Where?"

"To the motel where Sam is." Dean tells him.

"That's where Lilith is."

"Yeah, exactly. we need you to stop her."

"Are you insane? Lilith? I know what she's capable of, Dean – I wrote her. Jamie, talk to him."

Jamie is deadpan. "I would listen to Dean right now."

"Right, listen to me. You have an archangel tethered to you,okay? All you got to do is show up and boom! - Lilith gets smoked."

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

"Chuck, you're the only shot that we've got left." Dean almost begs.

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

Jamie's expression softens. "You are so much more than that."

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

"No friggin' way."

Jamie looks at her brother. "Give him the alternative Dean."

"What?"

'"You heard her. I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out." Dean is very serious. Jamie smirks slightly.

"I thought you said I was protected by an archangel." Chuck says, though not very confidently.

Dean pauses for a moment. "Well, interesting exercise then. I won't do it, Jamie will. Let's see who the quicker draw is, your archangel or hers."

Chuck looks at both Winchesters and then hurries to get his jacket. When his back is turned Dean turns to Jamie and smirks. Jamie grins and hugs her brother.

"You've got to be joking." Lilith leaves Sam and approaches Chuck. Jamie walks in behind Chuck and Dean. She has a dark look on her face.

"I'm not laughing." She closes her eyes and spreads her arms out. "Ego vox clamantis in deserto. Invocábo archangelis. Michael. Raphael. Gabriel."

Dean smirks. "This is no joke." The room begins to tremble, and a great white light pours in through the windows. This builds over the following. "See, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder, and Jamie…well she's just extra special. 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 gives Sam one last look, then pours screaming out of her vessel's mouth.

Dean is driving, Sam is in the passenger's seat. Jamie is in the back seat. The rear window is still busted, still clumsily covered in a tarp flapping in the wind.

"So a deal, huh?" Dean glances at his brother.

"That's what she said."

"To call the whole thing off - Angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?"

"That was the gist of it."

Jamie rises an eyebrow. "Wow."

"Huh." Dean says.

"What?"

"You didn't think once about taking it?"

"You kidding me? 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. And all it would have cost us was our lives."

Jamie looks up. "Your lives, not mine. Don't forget that little detail."

Dean looks back at Jamie and then to Sam. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Anyway, that's not the point."

"What's the point?" Dean asks.

Jamie moves closer to them. "The point is, she's scared."

Sam nods. "Exactly. I could see it. Lilith is running."

"Running from what?"

"Don't know. 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."

Jamie frowns and looks out the window.