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Chapter 36
Allison had yet to let go of Dean's hand as she stood at the back of the room with him, Addison, Sam, and Becky. The room was pretty much full of fans of Chuck's books, and Allison looked at Dean to try and gage his thoughts on the whole thing. He was pissed, that she could see easily, and she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as she returned her eyes to the small stage as the man that had called for Chuck outside walked over to the microphone.
"Welcome to the first annual Supernatural Convention," the man said. "At 3:45 in the Magnolia Room we have the panel 'Frightened Little Boy: The Secret Life of Dean,' and at 4:30 there's the homoerotic subtext of Supernatural," the man said and Allison choked as she swallowed while Addison laughed quietly after taking in Dean and Sam's faces. "Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at seven sharp." Everyone started clapping, Becky included before she let out a small cheer, and the man quieted them down. "Now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator and the writer of the Supernatural books, Carver Edlund!" Everyone started clapping again and cheering as Chuck walked out onto the stage.
"This is going to be interesting," Addison said and Sam looked over his right shoulder at her and she gave him a small smile before she returned her eyes to the stage. Chuck reached for the microphone, which squealed with feedback for a second and made him lower his hands.
"Okay, this isn't nearly as awkward as I . . ," he trailed off before he cleared his throat. "Dry mouth," he said before he cleared his throat again and moved away from the mic and to a stool that held several water bottles. He downed a half a bottle of water before he looked back over the audience and smiled tightly. "Okay, questions?" he asked and every hand in the audience was raised with lightening speed. "Um, okay, you," Chuck said and a tall thin man stood.
"Hey, Mr. Edlund," he said. "Big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?" Chuck glanced back to the small group standing in the back of the room and quickly averted his eyes back to the man that asked the question.
"Uh, yeah, I . . . it just came to me," he finally said.
"Sure it did," Dean said under his breath, his frustration at the whole situation very clear. As soon as the question was answered hands were raised once again.
"All right, um, you. The hook man," Chuck said slowly and a man that was sitting closer to where the girls and the guys were standing stood from his chair.
"Uh, ja, why in ever fight scene Sam and Dean are having their gun or knife knocked away by the bad guy?" the man asked with an obvious German accent. "Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?"
"Uh, yeah, I, uh, I really don't know," Chuck stumbled.
"Ja, follow up," the German guy said, cutting Chuck off from saying much more. "Why can't Sam and Dean be telling Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam in some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nine?" he asked as he crossed his arms in front of him and Allison and Addison couldn't help but look at the Winchester in question.
"Hey!" came Becky's voice suddenly as she marched around the four hunters and down the aisle to stand near the row that the German guy stood in. "If you don't' like the books, don't read them, Fritz," she said venomously and Addison grinned.
"Oh she so wants you," she whispered as she looked up at Sam and Sam cringed slightly, his cheeks tinting pink at Addison's words.
"Hey, calm down, it's okay," Chuck said and the hook man slowly sat back down in his chair while Becky remained standing in the aisle, her arms crossed over her chest. "Okay, so, um, next question." Hands shot up again and Chuck sighed. "Yeah, you," he said as he pointed to a man in the third row, who stood up quickly.
"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell," the man said and Allison moved closer to Dean, really unaware that she did, at the man's statement and he squeezed her hand. "So, what happens next?"
"A whole lot of crazy," Addison said dryly so only her fellow hunters could hear her, and Chuck glanced their way.
"Well, um, there lies an announcement actually," Chuck said. "You're all going to find out. Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again," Chuck said and the room erupted into cheers and applause as everyone stood from their seats.
"You got to be kidding me," Dean hissed and Allison sighed heavily. Her little adventure away from Chris and Emily's was proving to be a little more than she bargained for and she could only hope that Dean wouldn't be in a foul mood for too long. However, she knew better than to get her hopes up considering everything going on around them at that particular moment.
"Dean," Allison said quietly, but he heard her over the cheering crowd. "Let's go out in the lobby." Dean pursed his lips but the look she gave him left little room for him to argue with her. They left the room, hands still entwined, while Sam remained in the room while Chuck finished up his question and answer session. "Take a breath and calm down," she said as she looked up at him and he looked at her like she had grown another head.
"Calm-," Dean started loudly but stopped himself before he let go of her hand and ran his hand down his face roughly. "How in the hell am I suppose to calm down?" Dean hissed. "We've got enough to worry about without all this crap." He gestured his hands around him and Allison sighed as she reached forward and placed her hands on his chest.
"I know, Dean, but getting upset and beating the hell out of Chuck isn't going to solve anything," she said.
"Maybe, but it will make me feel a lot better," Dean ground out and Allison smiled at him.
"I know," she said again as she lowered her hands from his chest and absently rubbed her stomach.
"Are you hungry?" he asked and she laughed quietly.
"I could eat," she said.
"While that mess is going on in there, let's find something to eat," he said and she nodded before he took hold of her hand and the pair went in search of food.
"So, how'd it go?" Allison asked from where she sat on the sofa in the lobby with Dean at her side as Addison and Sam joined them in the main lobby. The question and answer segment had wrapped up a while ago, but it had taken Addison and Sam about fifteen minutes to find their siblings. Addison sighed heavily while she sat down next to Dean and turned her eyes up to Sam.
"They asked a lot of stupid questions, and it was a couple of hours of my life I'll never get back," Sam said. "Where'd you two go?"
"I took Dean out of there before his head imploded and he killed Chuck," Allison said and Sam pushed down a smile as he looked at his brother, who looked like he still wanted to kill the much smaller man.
"Be glad she did," Sam said and Dean pursed his lips. "You would have gone mental if you would have stayed in there for the whole thing."
"Where's Chuck?" Dean asked as he stood and Sam shrugged.
"I don't know, but let's go find him," Sam said. The Winchesters started to walk away and Allison sighed before she struggled to get up from the low sofa so she could follow them. Addison laughed before she helped her sister.
"You try getting up when you got the equivalent of a twenty pound bag of sand strapped to your waist," Allison said as she blushed and Addison smiled.
"Come on," she said. "We need to make sure Dean doesn't kill Chuck." Allison nodded and the two of them followed the boys. Sam had spotted Chuck sitting with Becky and the four of them walked over to the table.
"Oh, hi Sam!" Becky said happily and Sam gave her a tight lipped smile.
"Excuse us," Dean said just as Allison and Addison came up behind them. Allison stood to Dean's right and Addison to Sam's left. "In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, okay? Finding the colt, hunting the devil, we don't have time for this crap!"
"Hey," Chuck said as he shook his head. "I didn't call you." Dean had his 'I'm going to shoot you' face going and Allison put her right hand on his arm to calm him down.
"He means the books, Chuck," Sam said quickly. "Why are you publishing more books?"
"Um, for food and shelter?" Chuck asked more than said and Allison lowered her hand from Dean's arm.
"Who gave you the rights to our life story?" Dean asked as he leaned down on the table.
"An archangel and I didn't want it," Chuck said firmly while Dean stared him down.
"Well, deal's off, okay," Sam said. "No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption."
"Neither are ours," Addison chimed in and Chuck looked at her before he sighed quietly and Dean righted himself.
"Um, Becky, could you excuse us for a minute?" Chuck asked and Becky nodded before Chuck stood. Dean turned to look at Allison and put his hands on her upper arms.
"Stay here," he said and she raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I won't kill him." He kissed her forehead briefly before he followed Chuck into another room with Sam following close behind. Addison and Allison shared a look before both of them sighed softly and looked at the light brown haired young woman.
"So, um, are you with Dean?" Becky asked as she looked at Allison and Allison nodded her head.
"For over a year now," Allison said and Becky nodded slightly before she looked at Addison who smiled at her.
"Don't worry, princess, Sammy's a free man," Addison said and Becky actually flushed a bit as she smiled and looked at her drink in front of her before taking a sip. Addison rolled her eyes and looked at her sister. "That girl has got to be off of her rocker," Addison said and Allison smiled as she turned her gaze to Addison.
"I know, but be nice," Allison said back in a whisper and Addison snorted a laugh before a scream echoed throughout the inn. Addison looked at Allison and she nodded. "Go," she said before Addison took off running only to be joined by Sam and Dean at the stairs. Allison watched them disappear with several other people from the lobby following.
"The LARPing started!" Becky said happily as she stood and started to follow.
"The what?" Allison asked and Becky paused long enough to turn around and look at her.
"The game. Live action role playing!" Becky said before she ran up the stairs. Allison rolled her eyes and sat down in Chuck's vacated seat. She wasn't alone for long though, not five minutes later Sam, Dean, and Addison came back into the lobby bickering between each other.
"LARPing?" Allison asked when the three of them reached her and they all looked at her with a frown. "Becky told me before she chased after you," she said in response to their questioning gazes before she stood from her chair and the four of them started walking through the lobby.
"Holy hell," Addison said as the crowd gathered around the heavy set man from earlier and the four of them stopped walking. All of them were in black suits and flashing fake FBI IDs.
"Yes, Agents Lennon and McCartney," the man said. "As manager of this fine establishment, I can assure you that it is indeed haunted. This building was once an orphanage run by mean old Latisha Gore. One hundred years ago this very night, Ms. Gore went insane and butchered four little boys before killing herself."
"Seriously?" Addison asked quietly as they watched the group.
"Now they say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and that evil spirit of Ms. Gore punishes them to this very day," the man said dramatically.
"Well that's about all the community theater I can take," Dean said dryly.
"Yeah, this cannot get any weirder," Sam said just before the heavy set man that had called out to Dean when they first arrived walked by with the man who had asked Chuck one of the first questions in the Q&A.
"Dad said," the heavy man said in a gravelly voice that Allison knew wasn't his voice thanks to earlier. "He said I may have to kill you."
"Kill me?" the other man asked in the same kind of voice that was much different than the higher voice he had asked his question in. "What the hell does that mean?"
"I don't know," the heavy man said before they continued walking and Addison watched them walk away with wide eyes.
"Seriously?" she asked again before she looked at the guys. "Was that a conversation you two had before?" Sam and Dean looked at her before they looked at each other.
"I need a drink," they chorused before Dean took hold of Allison's hand the four of them headed to the bar. Right then, Allison wished she could partake because she could sure use a drink. It had been a really, really, messed up day.
"You mean this place is haunted?" Allison asked after Dean and Addison replayed to her what they had discovered on their little journey to the attic.
"Yeah," Dean said.
"So, there is a job here?" she asked, a small smile coming to her lips and Dean gave her a stern look.
"One that you will not be working unless it's at a computer," Dean said and Allison nodded despite the pout on her face. Sam hung up his phone and returned to their table, taking his seat across from Dean and in between Addison and Allison at the small table.
"All right, so, that was a guy with the county historical society," Sam said and the three other hunters looked at him.
"And?" Dean asked.
"Not only did Latisha Gore butcher four boys, one of them was her own son," Sam said and Allison found her hands going to her stomach as her heart flipped.
"Her son?" Dean asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise.
"Yeah," Sam said. "According to the police at the time she scalped the poor kid."
"Oh, that's it," Dean said as he shook his head. "I'm going to deep fry this bitch extra crispy." He glanced at Allison and she nodded in complete agreement with him. "Dude say where she was buried?" Dean asked as he looked at Sam.
"He doesn't know," Sam said. Before anyone could say anything else the familiar gravelly voice they heard earlier broke the short quiet between them.
"Check it out," the tall man said and all four of them looked at the table just behind theirs. "There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there . . . the cemetery."
"You think that's where Latisha's planted?" the heavy man asked and Dean put a hand on Allison's arm, basically telling her to stay at the table before he, Sam, and Addison walked over to the two men's table. Allison turned in her seat slightly to have a better angle to watch the group.
"It's worth a shot," the tall man said as Sam leaned forward and made to pick up the map they were looking at it.
"Hey," the heavy set man said as he took the map from Sam. "Hey, you mind?" the man asked as the pair stood from their seats.
"It's real," Sam said as he looked between Addison and Dean. "A century old at least and he's right there is a cemetery on the grounds."
"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked and the heavy man looked at him.
"It's called a game, pal. It ain't called charity," he said in his fake voice and Allison stood and wondered over to the group. Addison looked at her and gave her a tight lipped smile before they both returned their attention to the guys.
"Yeah, all right," Dean said, clearly annoyed, before he held out his hand. "Give me the map, chuckles."
"Yeah, well, you're the chuckles, chuckles," the man said and Allison raised an eyebrow. Obviously the man didn't own Dean's quick wit. "Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody," he said as he opened his jacket to display a fake yellow and red gun in the waist of his pants.
"Dean, cool it," the tall man said and Allison rolled her eyes while Dean pulled out his pistol.
"Dean," Sam said and Dean looked at his brother.
"What? They're freakin' annoying," Dean said before he reluctantly put his gun back.
"Look," Addison said and the two men looked at her, "we all want to win, right? Why don't we work together? It'll be a hell of a lot faster." Addison smiled sweetly and the two men looked at each other before he looked between the four of them.
"We get the sizzler gift card," the tall man said, in what they all assumed was his usual voice. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said.
"And we get to be Sam and Dean," the heavy man said and Allison bit her cheek to keep from laughing at the expressions the brothers shared.
"Fine," Dean said again.
"Yes," the heavy man said as he looked off to the side. Dean turned around and sighed when he saw Allison standing behind them.
"As much as I hate the guy right now, stick by Chuck if you can," Dean said quietly and she sighed.
"Dean, let me help," she said and he shook his head.
"No," he said. Allison wanted to argue, but the hard look in his green eyes told her that she would get nowhere. He had had just about all he could take since they arrived at the stupid inn and she didn't want to add to his problems.
"Okay," the heavy set man said and Dean looked over his shoulder at him. "You're Bobby," he said as he pointed at Dean and then moved his hand to Sam, "and you're Rufus."
"And who am I?" Addison asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and the two men shared a look before they returned their eyes to her.
"Ellen," the heavy set man said and Addison could live with that. Aside from her sister and herself, Addison didn't know a tougher woman.
"Let's go," Dean said before he sent a 'see you' look towards Allison and the five of them left her on her own. Sighing, Allison put her hand on her stomach and went in search of Chuck, hoping he would keep her from dying of boredom.
With the ghost of Latisha Gore sent on her way, Addison and Allison were waiting outside for the guys. Allison had had her fill of Sam and Dean impersonators and despite the later hour was in desperate need of some air, which was why she was waiting for the guys outside. Addison had tagged along to keep her sister company. They stood outside the Impala, both resting their bodies against the car as they waited and both just standing in a comfortable silence.
"What's taking them so long?" Allison asked as she looked at her sister in the moonlit parking lot. It was then that Addison's cell phone started ringing.
"It's Sam," Addison said with a frown and the two of them righted themselves from where they rested against the car before Addison answered her phone. "Sam, where are you guys?" Allison watched her sister's face, for some reason she had a terrible feeling and the frown that marred her face wasn't helping quell the feeling. "What do you mean stuck?" she asked and Addison rolled her eyes. "Awesome," she said dryly. "Allie can't and I can't dig all of them up on my own."
"Addie, what the hell is going on?" Allison asked and Addison held up her finger for her sister to wait. Allison huffed but silenced her inquiries and Addison sighed.
"All right, I'll get started," she said, "but hurry the hell up." Addison hung up her phone and looked at Allison as she pulled out her lock picking kit from her jacket. "We've got to dig up the kids' graves and salt and burn," she said as she walked around the car and picked the lock of Dean's Impala with care so the man wouldn't kill her.
"Why?" Allison asked.
"Apparently the three kids that weren't Latisha's killed her son and Latisha went psycho on them and killed them," Addison said and Allison raised her eyebrows. "Now the kids have the inn on lockdown and Dean and Sam are working on a plan to get the doors open so they can get back out here and help us."
"Awesome," Allison said as she grabbed a bag from the trunk that held the lighter fluid and salt while Addison grabbed the shovels. "I can't dig, Addie, and you can't do it on our own."
"Exactly," Addison said as she closed the trunk. "That's why I told them to hurry. Come on." Addison stormed off and Allison sighed as she quickly followed after her sister.
"Where the hell are they?" Addison asked as she huffed and worked on one of the graves.
"I don't know," Allison said as she turned around to look down the path, only to frown when she saw two figures rushing their way that she knew were not Sam and Dean. "What the . . .," she trailed off as the two men that had been playing Sam and Dean jogged into the cemetery. "Where are Sam and Dean?" Allison asked and the two men looked at each other, making Allison roll her eyes. "I meant the other two," she said.
"In the inn," Fake Sam said. "They didn't get out."
"Great," Allison said before she awkwardly bent down and grabbed to shovels before she tossed them, one at a time to the men. "Get digging," she ordered the two men shared another look before they joined Addison and started digging.