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Speaking of Michael Myers from the previous chapter. I do have a fic called HalloNatural which is Supernatural crossover Halloween if you are interested :)

Dean stood outside the house where Stuart is now living. The hunter adjusts his tie and straightens his posture.

Remember I do the talking you keep quiet.

"I know." Michael says sounding bored hearing the same instructions from Dean.

Dean tries to hide his nervous. He glances at his back where the wings are curled in. He huffs a laugh.

No one can see the wings. He thought.

Realizing he has stood out here for a while Dean knocks on the door and waits.

A woman answers who Dean assumed was the mom.

"May I help you?" She asks.

"Hi I'm Ritchie Blackmoore. I'm here to talk to Stuart."

Dean puts on his most charming smile. The smile that most of the time gets him through the doors without any questions. The woman smiles falling for the young man's charm.

"He is downstairs. I will get him for you. Please come in." She steps back and lets the hunter in. She sticks her hand out. "I'm Barbra."

Dean shakes her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Please sit down. I'll put the kettle on."

Dean nods.

"That will be great."

The older woman grins her eyes going on the young man's ass as he went into the dining room. Dean sits down and keeps his smile on. Barbra comes in shortly afterwards.

"Stewie will be up in just a minute." She says.

"Thanks." Dean says.

She puts the kettle on and waits for the water to boil.

"Coffee or tea?" She asks.

"Coffee will be good."

Once the water is boiled Barbra pours the water into a mug and mixes it with coffee mixture. She pours milk in and gives it a stir. Dean's face lights up as Barbra places the Flash mug down in front of him.

"There you go."

Dean sips the coffee and pushes down the fanboy in him. Couldn't get excited over The Flash. He is here to do a case.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"No no! You stupid, dumb, that's not how you play the… argh! Game over, I'm done! Done!" Stuart's yells his voice coming from downstairs.

"Someone is in a good mood." Michael says.

Stuart storms upstairs looking pissed. He goes into the dining room. The man frowns and removes his headphones.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"I'm Ritchie Blackmoore. I'm from Campbell and Sons Insurance. What were you doing down there?"

"Fortnite."

Dean frowns.

"What's that?"

Stuart's eyes widen.

"Are you joking? Did you really just ask that?" Dean's puzzled expression said it all. "Where have you been all this time. Dude everyone knows Fortnite. Its a video game...THE video game."

"Yeah, well I'm a Zelda for life so."

"Zelda? God that game is so old."

"But it was a good game." Dean argued. "Classics are better than the crap that gets sold these days."

"Are you saying Fortnite is crap."

"No I was just saying..."

"Fortnite is legendary. Best game out there."

Michael sighs heavily as the man rambled on about his favorite video game. First movies and now video games. Michael is going to lose it after this case.

"Stuart." Dean cuts the man off. "I'm not here to talk about Fort...nighty."

"Fortnite!" Stuart says sounding offended.

How could someone not know Fortnite. They must be from another planet. Stuart thought.

"Whatever. Stuart, I'm here to ask about the Cursed Glove."

"I made it up." Stuart quickly lied.

Dean frowns.

"You what?"

"The whole thing, I lied."

"But, the video…"

"That was fake. I didn't expect it to go viral, but it did and uh..." He shrugs. "Well sorry to disappoint you."

"So you made it up?"

"That's what I just said."

Dean hears the archangel growl.

Great now he's pissed off. Dean thought.

"I told you it was a waste of time." Michael growled.

Wait.

Dean eyes Stuart up and down. He is fidgety and answered quicker than he should off.

He is hiding something. Dean thought.

"Now thinking about it." Stuart continued. "I don't see why an insurance company would care, you know. And I think it's time for you to leave."

"We're not finished."

"We are. Now leave."

Dean stands up.

"Stuart don't be afraid. I can help you. I will listen."

"What part of leave do you don't you understand. Get out."

"Stuart..."

"NOW."

Dean suddenly goes forward. He has Stuart pinned down on the counter. He raises his hand aiming for the head. Then Dean stops and pulls himself away.

"MICHAEL!" Dean yells.

"I was just trying to get the truth out of him Dean. Look into his head, it will be in his memories."

"You can't do that. We're trying to help the guy not scare him. I told you to keep quiet while I did the talking."

"Your method was not working." Michael argued.

"I would have got the truth eventually."

"When? Now? Later? Tomorrow? It takes too much time Dean. My other me is..."

"If you mention that asshole one more time."

Stuart's eyes go wide as saucers as he watched Dean talking to with himself.

"YOU'RE CRAZY." Stuart screams.

Dean stops and faces Stuart.

Oh crap.

"That...that wasn't suppose to happen" Dean says.

"Get out!"

"Stuart."

"I SAID GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU PSYCHO."

"Stewie." Barbra walks in. "Is everything okay? I heard shouting."

"Mom. He hurt me."

"What!"

"No I didn't." Dean says.

"He did. He was going to hit me."

"Hit you!"

"There has been a misunderstanding."

Barbra glares at Dean. Feeling that angry that someone has upset her son.

"I think you better leave." She says.

"Barbra..."

"LEAVE OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE." She screams.

Dean quickly nods.

"Alright. I'll go."

Barbra forces him out. Dean stumbles outside. He looks at the furious woman and smiles.

"Thanks for the coff..."

The door slams cutting him off.

"...ee" He finishes.

Dean stands on the step facing the door. He removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose.

He sighs heavily.

Thanks a damm lot Michael.