"You're sure this is the right door?" Sam asked Dean as they waited outside an abandoned motel room door in the middle of nowhere during the night. It was almost two in the morning since they rang, Castiel had left when the girl, Jennifer, had suggested that they find the exact numbers of the 'Mary-Sue's' that were present. She then suggested that they find some lone empty building and wait there.

"The chick on the phone said to find any building away from public view and wait there." Dean replied gruffly as he continued to sit on the hood of the Impala. "She also said something about there being a big time distance between here and 'there'." He added air quotes around the last word as he rolled his eyes. "Honestly though, I think this is a big crock of shit. I say we just-" The door to empty motel room opened at that point, as if knowing when to open in order to shut Dean up. A dull light shined in the widening cracks as voices started to creep out.

Sam and Dean drew their guns and had them lowered to the ground as the door opened fully and a slightly darkened figure stepped out and suddenly became illuminated in the headlights of the Impala. At first the brothers were a little confused when a mid height college age student became visible and showed off his average features. Average light brown hair that went down to his ears, normal plain black glasses, mildly chubby and dressed in a brown hoodie and jeans, for all intensive purposes he was just an average college student. The large backpack he carried had a camouflage pattern which had an obvious long gun scarab attached to the side.

"Um, hi, I'm Nathan." The college student, Nathan, said with a mild smile and hand wave. He then turned around and nodded towards the door behind him. "See ya later Jenny." Another person waved their arm in the closing gap of light before the door shut closed.

The Winchesters shared a look as they tried to guess what to do next. "You're the 'Mary-Sue killer' they sent?" Dean asked, his voice not showing the mild uneasiness that belonged there.

Nathan shrugged and held up his hands, causing the brothers to finger their triggers a little more tightly as they raised their arms. "If I answer yes, do I get shot repeatedly?" he asked in a bored monotone of a voice. Sam rolled his eyes as he looked at his brother.

"That depends on what you have to say?" Dean replied with an equally emotionless tone.

Nathan sighed and put his hands down to his sides. "Let me guess your problem, there is some girl, or girls, that claim to be hunters. Or half humans, half angels, half demons, half princess of the motherfucking lollipop guild, has an overly long name with multiple nicknames. Impossibly large tracts of land attached to an impossibly thin body, long wavy unnatural bright or dark hair color with neon colored highlights. Says a whole lot of shit about being badass or whines constantly, has little to no actually personality but finds herself attractive to everyone. Is utterly useless, claims to be a relative to someone you know but was never mentioned. Seems to be attracted to one or both of you, randomly says words from of different languages that mean entirely different things. Wears clothing that-"

"Alright alright, we believe you." Dean exclaimed as he put down his gun. Sam followed his brothers actions and watched as an annoying small smirk appeared on Nathans face. "So what the hell are we dealing with exactly?"

"Simple," Nathan replied as he crossed his hands over the pouch of his hoodie. "you guys are dealing with the embodied ideal of a wish fulfillment character. Spawned from the collective minds of horny little ten through twenty year olds, or by the oversaturation of troll stories." The apprehensive looks he received from Sam and Dean made him smile. "Sorry, that's the line of spiel we're supposed to tell you guys to make it seem like we know how these things form."

"Ever heard of the phrase 'pretentious asshole'?" Dean asked mockingly. In response Nathan reached into his hoodie pouch and extracted a laminated card form it, he held it for one of them to take. Sam stepped forward and took it from him.

"You, insert gender friendly term here, are dealing with the… You have got to be kidding me." Sam remarked as he turned the card over.

"Yeah, my 'boss'," Nathan said with air quotes. "got the idea that this phrase would make us seem to be more than just 'dumb mercenaries'. His words not mine. I think he got the idea for the cards from those Miranda cards the cops carry around." He held out his hand and Sam gave the card back to him.

"So you don't know what we're even dealing with?" Dean asked angrily. He made a noise and rolled his eyes. "Well what was the whole damn point of you even being here?"

"I said we didn't know how exactly they form in your world, not that I didn't know how to kill them." Nathan retorted, his voice full of snark. To suddenly contrast his tone of voice, a familiar to all sound of a stomach rumbling made him scratch his head in embarrassment. "Uh… are we anywhere near a diner?" he asked sheepishly.

"We are officially screwed." Sam said morosely. At that moment Castiel decided to pop out of nowhere, giving Nathan a slight jump. Castiel studied the newcomer with a quasi withering look.

"You're the one that's supposed to kill these… things?" He asked him, leading to Nathan nodding his head in answer. After a long pause of silence, he sighed. "I found two more, but I think there's probably about two more that I haven't found. That isn't including the one I left in New Jersey."

"I pray for those poor people's sanities." Nathan remarked with a shudder at the thought. Speaking of suffering people, the citizens of Camden, New Jersey all shared a collective sigh as an unspeakable evil left the city limits, though most didn't know why they even shuddered. Back to our original group of people, plus one outsider, Nathan's stomach is growling even louder. "Can we get something to eat? I can explain everything better with a full stomach." He pleaded.

"Why does the word stalling come to mind?" Sam remarked as he gave Nathan an uneasy look.

"And you'd be right." Nathan remarked. "When and where was the last time you saw the closest Sue?" he asked as he shifted to his feet.

"Nearly eight hours ago." Dean remarked and pointed his thumb behind his shoulder. "Back that way, why do you ask?"

"Damn, the time skip is pretty fucking large here." Nathan mumbled and then shrugged after a second of pondering. "Well, I honestly just want to put off explaining things because the Sue will more than likely arrive at the end of my explanation, and quite frankly I'd like to do that on a full stomach."

"You seem so sure of that." Castiel remarked in his usual tone of voice.

Nathan shrugged in answer. "They always do, I just figured I could try to make it go my way for once." He remarked a little darkly. "Or would you like an explanation now?"

"Now." Was the unanimous answer from the three men, err two men and the angel/possessed vessel of a man. The insistence in their voice seemed to imply violence was the other option.

Nathan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Does the name Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Misha Collins ring a bell?"

"You mean that stupid T.V. show about us?" Sam asked in annoyance.

"Possible pre-seventh season." Nathan muttered to himself. "Yeah, that stupid T.V. show from another reality. Well, those T.V. shows represents your world in other worlds, same goes for movies, books and comics. Anything media related tells about a time that happened during a point in that realities timeline. A pictures worth a thousand words? Nope it's five minutes in some word taken down in a single moment. All the people who write the story's, plotlines and draw out stories? They're psychically in tune with that reality during that point in time and they are able to tell what is happening."

"That doesn't explain what these girls are." Castiel points out grimly. "By the logic that your working on, all characters in books and stories are based upon us. These girls aren't natural to our world."

"That's where things get a little more complicated to explain." The outsider responded sheepishly. "We've worked out that for actual universe there is, there's a mirror reflection of that universe that's aah… pliable to the idea's of people who are fans of that universes representation of other universes." A tense pause followed as the other three deciphered the information given to them, and then the tension seemingly snapped as the realization came to one of their minds.

"This is entire thing is inspired by FANFICTION?!" Dean exclaimed in anger as he slammed his hand into the hood of the Impala. "They aren't some rejects from hell or a fucking Tulpa?" Nathan shook his head no and it only seemed to enrage the Winchester more. "How the flying fuck can this be possible?" He asked, nearly gritting his teeth.

"We think they're a type of Thought-forms that come from either collective characters that come together to form a legion, or enough people focus on one it inspires a large entity to form. Either way, the phrase 'we are legion for we are many' is the second best explanation about what they are." Castiel seemed mildly ticked at that line, but he ignored it for the most point.

"And what are they per say?" The angel growled.

"They're perfect characters." Was the simple response from the teen. "Perfect looks unless they have some exaggerated scar or birthmark, coupled with the perfect body that even supermodels would deem a crime against humanity. They'll be the embodiment of goodness and peace on ear, can never do anything wrong even if they doing literally nothing at all. A dues ex machina will always help them out in a dire situation. And they will almost always end up having the main person or persons fall madly and passionately in love with them." Nathan then reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a silver flask and unscrewed the lid.

"Uh kid, not that I'm complaining or anything, but do you wanna hold off the booze till after you're done explaining everything?" Dean asks as he looks on in annoyance as Nathan takes a swig from the flask.

"Relax, it's just Dr. Pepper. I'm not a big fan of alcohol that much, I'll drink it every now and then, but I prefer soda." With that, Nathan took a long drink from the flask. "Anyway, a Sue is an original character thought up by a fan of the book, show, movie." He shrugged and screwed the lid on the flask back on. "And these Sue's fit into branches of reality that stem off that mirror opposite reality. Most of the branch realities are similar to one another with minor changes, only thing that connects them together are the mirror realities of you guys." Nathan studied the reflective flask and shook it. "Want some?" The grim faces was enough of a reply to all of them.

"Anyway, so each branch reality isn't exactly a stable reality. It's like a pieces of replicated DNA that's missing a few segments, keeping it from being complete. The Sue's major ability is to create inconsistencies within the original reality, bending reality to her real and creating the missing segment. That branch reality continues onward with history incorporating the Sue and everything is fine."

"Then how do they end up here?" Sam demands with a loud impatient tone.

"That is what we don't know!" Nathan yelled back in anger. An awkward silence resumed as every stared at one singular point. Sighing, the teen resumed his explanation. "We really can't explain how they pop up here. Hell, not even the fucking fanfiction guardians can explain how they form in the real universes, they just do."

"Fanfiction guardians?" Dean asks bewildered.

"Sue's are only good for their own branch realities, but every once in a while a Sue will somehow wind up in the main mirror reality. When that happens, that Sue's role of introducing changes in reality will threaten the existences of the main mirror reality. So the guardians come in and kill the Sue in their original branch reality by inserting themselves into it."

"Is that what's so bad about these girls?" Castiel asks. "They challenge reality itself?"

"Uh huh. You see, Sue's create their own history, life, rules. The more they talk, the more they challenge reality. Since Sue's are the perfect character that are created to be indulgent fantasies, they can break the rules of reality and be anything at all. So they explain every detail about them through exposition, so the more they talk about themselves or their abilities, the more they poke little holes into reality. The more holes there are, the bigger they become, and once one hole becomes big enough-"

"Reality collapses in on itself." Castiel concluded. "So if one reality collapses, so does every other reality since they are all connected."

"Exactly!" Nathan declares in faux excitement. "But that's only in the worst case scenario, which would require so many sues that it's beyond implausible. What will likely happen with the number of Sue's that you guys have currently have, is that there will be something akin to a window will appear to in the sky. The realities of my universe and a lot of other universe will be closer and closer together, allowing everyone to view the other reality."

"And if there's more?" Dean asks, exasperated but slightly hyped for the rest of Nathan's news.

"It takes approximately twenty Sue's to get to the bad situation, which is when realities start to combine into one singularity. It would start with the reality that has the most Sue's in it, and then combine with the reality that is the most negative reality to Sue's. Like two magnets of opposite attractions."

"And let me guess, that negative reality is yours." Sam says in a mildly smug attitude.

"Yep, mine is one of the… numerous realities that Sue's can't really exist in on their own, mine just being the most negative. And that's kinda why people in my reality can kill the Sue's whereas the vast majority of other realities can't. Because the possibility of them existing in these realities is possible, and since Sue's can bend reality, anyone from that reality is potentially subject to their changes in reality. So your weapons won't kill them because they can be manipulated by them, whereas anything from my reality counteracts and neutralizes them with extreme prejudice."

"Then why not just give us the weapons and let us take care of them?" Sam challenged.

Nathan shrugged and shrugged off a strap of his backpack and started walking parallel to the Impala. "We don't really know, we did try what you suggested, but for some reason they didn't exactly work when the people of that reality used them. It just slowed the Sue's down and prolonged their regeneration by a few days."

"Where the hell are you going?" Dean asked as he got off the Impala's hood.

"Remember what I said about a Sue always showing up when I get done explaining?" Nathan asked. And just to rub in the cliché, an incredibly annoying voice rang out.

"SAMMYKIN'S! DEANY!" Everyone shuddered, including the abandoned building as Krystal walked underneath the halo of light that was cast down from a lone leading light pole.

"Told ya." Nathan replied smugly.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!