Chapter Seven- Fangirls

Becky spent at least a solid two minutes squealing in delight. Damn that girl had a crazy lung capacity. Dean had given up on calming her down and stood waiting out the storm. Finally she quieted enough to launch a barrage of questions.

"O.M.G." Yep, she spoke the letters aloud, "I can't believe this! I thought I'd never find this phone! I thought I'd never see you guys again! I was getting a little worried that maybe it had all been in my head, maybe I was a little cuckoo. But here it is! And there's your voice! Is Sam there? Omigod, is Cas there? Is he in a trench coat? Oh! Where are you? Are you killing things? Did you go to Lisa? Is Sam ALIVE? Ooh, tell me, tell me, tell me!" She spoke very fast, at near dog-whistle pitch in her excitement. Dean was honestly blown away.

"Becky? Where's Chuck? Why do you have his phone?" He put a little too much growl in his voice for the situation, but something about this girl got under his skin. Maybe it was the crazy leaking out of her ears. Or her fascination with Sam and Dean's misery.

"Oh." Her excitement level dropped. "Well, Chuck is gone. He's been gone for a long time actually."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we had kinda broken things off, but after a little while I asked myself 'how often does a girl get to date a prophet?" She took a dramatic pause, "So I called, and he didn't answer. Then I got worried, cause, you know, he drinks a lot. So I came over and he was gone!"

"How long ago was this?"

"A long time ago. It was... the middle of last May. We searched, but couldn't find anything."

"So that still doesn't explain how you got his phone."

"Well, I didn't have it! It's in his house!"

"Becky, if Chuck has been missing for this long, then why are you in his house?" He was starting to loose his cool. He was very ready to hang up, but Sam and Bobby were looking on with interest, and he felt some responsibility for Chuck.

"Dean, he disappeared! And that was so sad! But we couldn't find him! And then we found all of his manuscripts! Oh!" Her voice took on a reverent tone, "Two years worth of Supernatural books! All so beautiful! Well, me and his publisher were the ones leading the search party, but, nothing! It's so poetic! He was so mysterious! So we printed his last books posthumously, like, in his memory. We knew that that's what he would have wanted."

"You PUBLISHED them?" Dean really wanted to smack her. And that was saying something because he didn't hit girls. Unless they were demons, or monsters, or... maybe he could make one more exception...

"Well, we're publishing them!" She didn't seem to realize how angry he was, "So that's why I'm here! I'm picking up the last two manuscripts. Then the series will be complete." She sounded wistful, as if those books ending was some wonderful tragedy. "So I was here, and then I heard the phone! I didn't have your numbers, and I thought this thing was lost! It was heartbreaking! But it was like, fate! That you called right when I was here!"

"Yea, fate. Listen, Becky, how did the last book end? How far had he seen before he disappeared?"

She made a squeaky sound again, "Oooh! It ended with Michael and Lucifer jumping into the cage! Together! And, Dean it was so beautiful! The closing paragraph, talking about the impala!" Her reverie seemed to implode, "Dean! Is Sam alive?"

Dean groaned, "Yea, we got him out of the pit. Now, we've got to go Becky."

"No! Don't go! Aren't you going to figure out where Chuck went? That is why you called, right? Or did you need help? Oh, let me help!" This girl was impossible.

"Becky, we are in the middle of something. I promise we will look for Chuck when we get things under control. But right now, this is definitely something that you can't help with." Dean spoke to her like he was explaining algebra to kindergartners, but she still didn't take the hint.

"Why not? I've read absolutely everything about you! And I helped you get the colt back that one time! Why can't I help? What is going on? Try me." She really did have an obsession and, surprisingly, a point.

Dean couldn't handle any more of this girl, "You know what, I'll let Bobby explain what's going on." Becky didn't seem to mind if her fangirl shriek was any indication.

Bobby gave Dean a dirty look, having to go through an entire explosion of questions himself. Yes, he says "Idjit". Yes, had been in a wheelchair. Yes, he always wore a hat. Finally the questions were through and he laid it out for her. No one really knew why they were even trying at this point, but whatever. It couldn't hurt.

It was good that it was Bobby on the phone with her, because neither of the Winchesters could have dealt with her reaction to the insanity that had been their life for the past few days. She always enjoyed their torture too much.

It took nearly an hour to get through her over-the-top reactions and finish the entire story. Cas and Dean had left out what their ordeal had been, but it was still most of the story. At the end of it all, Bobby asked

"Now, is there anything you know of that sounds anywhere near that pile of mess?"

She giggled, "Yep, there are entire terabytes I know of that sound just. like. that."

Author's Note: The crazy that is Isabella will be back full force next chapter, I promise. Reviews are always welcome!