A/N: Okay, chapter four is here...only one more to go...I hope you all are enjoying this...Once I post the last one, catbeist and I will be going back into the snake pit as it were, and work on another story, a little something off the beaten path...The boys are gonna hate us for life after all the crap we yank them through I swear...LOL

Disclaimer: Anthony Hickox dealt with some of these crazy characters 20 years ago, now Eric Kripke gets to deal with these other nutty ones 20 years later...ain't it loverly??? Of course somewhere between those 20 years two girls one named Sonja and another named Katrine wanted to become writers and look at what we have done...our warped psyches have warped what was already a bit bent...hehe...Ah, oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later!!

Sam fell hard on his brother, making him grunt. Sam pushed off, rolling onto the floor. Dean sat up, shaking his head. Yet again they were stuck in another crazy anomaly. Their surroundings were similar to that of all the rest. 19th century Victorian, European architecture, and classic fixtures you only saw in paintings or in a museum.

Sam could tell that by the home they were in that the owner must be wealthy. Six stone columns grew from the floor to the vaulted ceilings, a height of at least 20 feet. The room itself, mainly painted in white and red's, was roughly 50' by 75'. In the middle of the spacious room was a glorious mahogany dining table with seating for twenty. Seven people were already having a small meal there. One man was sucking down the meat on his plate as if it were his last meal. Dean looked closer and saw that what he was eating wasn't just any meat, but human.

"Sam, let's go before the Donner party over there get a whiff of us." Dean yanked at Sam's arm and he nodded. They backed up, spun around, then tested the walls. A moment later, Dean realized his brother was no longer beside him. Turning slowly, Dean saw that a young woman who had been sitting at the table was holding his brother in a trance. Dean cursed under his breath then stepped beside him.

"Sam, Sammy." Dean snapped his fingers in his brother's face, but got no reaction. He was gone. He continued calling Sam's name, when the vampire hissed at him.

"Back off psycho bitch. I gave at the office!" Dean snarked. The woman hissed louder then waved at three men who somehow magically appeared behind him. The next thing Dean saw was a fist flying at his face, then darkness.

Dean awoke, dizzy and lightheaded. That guy had hit him harder than he thought. He rubbed at his face and felt a sting as his hand connected with a fresh bruise. Somehow he had forgotten to follow his own advice and let that goon sock him one. As Dean looked down at himself, he noticed that he was in a king size bed, a large feather comforter pulled up to his chest. Tossing it off his body, he saw that he had been stripped of the clothes he had come into this dreamworld with.

"Jesus Christ, here we go again." Dean rolled his eyes then leapt from the bed. Laid across the back of a wooden chair was a suit. Dean groaned, but since there was no other alternative, he hurriedly stuffed himself inside. He yanked at the too high collar, feeling way to damned uncomfortable. Looking at himself in the mirror, he grit his teeth then smashed the chair on the vanity. Now with a weapon at the ready he left the room.

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"This one is perfect for master." The female vampire slurred in broken English. Her Romanian accent flowed through the halls, landing in Deans ears, yet he shook the effects off. He stood outside the large oak door listening to every word, or at least the ones in English.

"Do you think so. Last time was such a travesty. He never recovered." Another voice, this time male. His words were much more articulate. Dean continued listening as the vampires rattled off in Romanian. He held the makeshift stake to his chest, knowing this was all fake, but he knew it was the only way to get Sammy back in one piece.

"If we get out of here, I swear I am kicking that boy's ass." Dean muttered to himself then kicked the door open. The vampires flung around, hissing in unison. Dean was not impressed. The male lunged at Dean and was instantly impaled on the chair leg. He screeched, grabbing at the wood. Blood shot out of mouth, splattering Dean's new attire, then he fell limp. Dean shook him off then concentrated on the female.

"Hey she-bitch!" She glared at him, licking at her teeth, as a guttural sound emanated from inside her. Dean smiled, thinking this would be as easy as the man had been.

"That's private property you're drooling on over there, so I'd appreciate it if you'd...oh shit!" The female flew across the room, grabbing Dean around the throat. Dean fell backwards, landing hard on the floor. The wind was knocked out of him. The stake fell from his hands and skirted across the floor. She let him go, only to hold his arms downs. As she did, once again she hissed in his face.

"You know you may not be real, but your breath could kick a rhino's ass." The vampire slapped Dean hard across the face, giving Dean a free arm. He knocked her to the ground, pissing her off. Dean grabbed the stake just as she attacked him again. Yanking her wrist and spinning her around, he held the stake over her.

"I don't believe in you!" Then he thrust it deep into her heart. She screamed, falling limp in his arms. He tossed her aside just as the another door burst open. Count Dracula and two other men, one of whom had whacked Dean, loomed in the doorway.

"Oh great, the Kingston Trio is here. Time to went!" Dean ran to his brother, who had been strapped to a wall shirtless and unresponsive. He tapped his brother on the cheek, getting a slight moan from him. One more tap and he opened his eyes ever so slightly.

"Sam, ya still with us?"

"Yeah, just get me down from here." Sam stared at the shackles that held him in place, pulling hard. As Dean began to work on them, a violent growl erupted throughout the room. Dean heard something shouted in Romanian then felt himself being slammed against a wall. Sam yelled for his brother.

"You're not real!!!" Dean shoved the vampire off him. When he came after Dean again, it was the same results as before. He went right through him. Sam gasped then banged his hands on the device he was being held on. Dean rushed back to him, finally getting him down.

They rushed back to the dining room, Sam lagging behind. They reached the portal and stepped through. On the other side, Hans and Junior watched in astonishment as the boys slipped freely from the display. Sam and Dean breathed heavily, gripping onto each other tight. Hans gasped then ran at Sam. Sam spun around, picking him up.

"I've had just about enough of you." Sam lifted the small man over his head then tossed him into a far display. Hans screamed and then the sound was cut short as he vanished. Nothing happened for a few moments then the scene changed. Hans' feet were seen dangling from the mouth of the half-man, half-cobra. Dean groaned.

Junior made a sound like a child losing his favourite plaything then growled. He lunged at Sam. Dean jumped in between them, wrapping him in a bear hug. Junior struggled in Dean's grip, grunting and groaning.

"Listen you overgrown three year old," Dean looked up into the large being's eyes. "No one kicks my brother's ass but me!" Dean spun Junior around, and in one swift movement, shoved him into the Zombie exhibit. Seconds later the scene changed and his large frame had been ripped apart, pieces strewn everywhere.

"Well," The all too familiar voice broke through the almost complete silence. David walked through a small door and stopped in front of them. He clapped his hands then clasped them in front of him. He looked amused.

"I do say that was rather good work." He gestured toward the two scenes. "I couldn't have done any better myself."

David stepped to a dark display, one that was marred by shadows. His back was to Sam and Dean. He gripped the velvet rope tensely then sighed. Turning back to the boys there was a look on his face that registered an uneasy feeling within them. His eyes seemed dead and his skin looked so pale, almost like the wax figures themselves.

"I guess if you can't have something done right," David was on them before they could blink. He fastened a hold on their arms. They struggled against his grasp, but it was futile. David's face became even more sinister. Sam looked at his brother, who was staring into the villain's eyes.

"You just have to do it, yourself!" Then with a powerful force, he propelled them forward into the exhibit.