Author's Note- Sorry for the extended absence. College gets out of hand very quickly, and it is difficult to find time to write.

Chapter Eight- Editing the Gospel

Becky had fully annoyed everyone, but she had provided the first breakthrough. She tittered and squeaked and made little sense half the time, but this happened to be the one area that she could truly help in. She wanted to know the exact scenarios, the name of the false sister, everything. Bobby was still on the phone with her, passing on the information as she asked for it, listening to her furious typing.

The long and short of the forty-five minute discussion was that Becky, who knew the ins and outs of quite a few fan fiction sites, was searching for any user whose recent stories matched up. She figured that they were real stories that some monster was using against the Winchesters. Dean thought it was bullshit, Sam couldn't get past her retained creepiness and Cas was confused on the entire subject. To him, the Supernatural books were Gospels, and he didn't understand why anyone would alter, add, or otherwise edit the Inspired Word. They most likely would have hung up on her sooner, had Bobby not been such a sucker for her enthusiasm. The fact that they had absolutely no other leads was also a deciding factor.

It didn't take her long to find a user who fit the bill, Bobby put her on speaker phone and she read aloud a section of the most recent story, "He couldn't look into those deep eyes and say it out loud" She giggled nervously. Castiel coughed, and Dean interrupted.

"Becky! We don't know the narration. Why don't you find another story and tell us the dialogue." She started on dialogue, but not from another story. "So help me Becky, STOP!" She seemed to find it funny.

"Is this one of the stories you lived through? There was a real Destiel scene?"

"A what scene?" Cas stepped towards the phone.

"Oh my God, Castiel is there too? Hi! Destiel is a slash pairing! A lot of people like making angels..." Her voice faded into obscurity. Castiel was not as dense as usual on the subject, because his eyes started shifting nervously and he stepped back.

"Becky, you really think some kid's writing this crap? And what, some trickster with a grudge and a bad sense of humor is magic-ing it to life?" Sam liked keeping conversations with Becky as short and on-track as possible.

"I don't know, but I know fan fiction when I hear it. Whatever is messing with you guys has something to do with this." She picked a different story by that author, and recited, word-for-word their encounter with "Jenna"

Suddenly letting Becky help didn't seem like such a bad idea. She checked the author's other stories, and they included all of the crazy impromptu skits that the boys had found themselves unwilling participants in. The author was ImNotBella426 and her profile said she was a lit major, even said her school. Jackpot.

After promising Becky that they would see her face-to-face to help find out what happened to Chuck, as well as assuring that it was only out of concern for her safety, they convinced her to stay put and let them continue the hunt from there. They were off to Colorado, and hoping that they could make it there without being zapped all over the map. It would really have helped if Cas could do some zapping of his own; an unspoken fact that the out-of-commission angel seemed very aware of.

The four of them packed up as many supplies as they could think of, they still didn't know for sure what they were facing. The only answer they could think of was the trickster, this sort of thing was definitely his style, but there was no trickster. That particular acquaintance had been a false identity for Gabriel, who was now dead. Things were not adding up. There were no hex bags, no signs of a witch working some spell on them, no demonic omens either. There were some things becoming clear though, each attack (as Dean and Cas were now referring to them) was exactly the same as the stories posted online. Also, the physical effects of the experience seemed to hang around until the start of the next scene, Sam had begun to glance around nervously every few minutes, as if doing a head count. Everyone was quiet, particularly Castiel. He had sobered up, but still refused eye contact of any sort. Dean wasn't much better, tapping impatiently against the barrel of his pistol. He had decided that he was remaining armed until the whole situation was over. He didn't know what he'd shoot, Hell he'd shoot himself if another one-on-one in Chicago happened.

Isabella was furious. Why was her roommate so weird? Why was she always angry about nothing? Were all business majors that way? She threw her gummies against the wall. Half her day had been wasted, now it was nighttime and she was too flustered to sleep. She surfed the internet mindlessly, trying to calm down. She wound up on her favorite website, dedicated to Supernatural of course, and puttered around for awhile. Within the hour she was feeling slightly less bothered, and decided that writing would put her in a better mood. But what to write? She looked through her unfinished stories, trying to pick one to put a new chapter into. She hadn't really explored the she-Sam story, or the sis fic. She completely threw out the unfinished female hunter friend idea. Maybe something with Jo? Or to continue the Destiel story, picking up where she left off? Isabella blushed, naughty scenes always made her a bit giggly. To the point where she tended to leave them vague, or transition directly to the next day. It seemed classier not to get into all the sticky details. Maybe tonight she would take it as a personal challenge to write as graphically as possible...

Bobby walked to the library, grabbing a few final weapons. He called for Sam's help, leaving Cas and Dean alone by the door. They looked resolutely in opposite directions.

"This is ridiculous." Dean broke the silence.

"Entirely." Cas' voice was particularly gruff.

"Alright then. We're good?" Dean's question was directed at the ground.

"Completely." Castiel answered, seeming to find the far wall much more interesting than usual.

Sam and Bobby came back, and the four of them loaded up in a large van. Dean was taking no chances on disappearing out of the Impala while driving. As Bobby drove, Sam, Dean and Cas continued reading, calling out suggestions as to what they were facing.

Isabella blushed a deeper red, turning instead to the sister story. Much less awkward to write. She had a little trouble getting the wording quite right, brotherly moments were so perfect in the novels, and she wanted her characters to sound believable. It would be a short scene, but it was nice just to write.

Colorado was only two states over, but it would still be an eleven hour drive if speed limits were obeyed. With Bobby driving, it would take eight.