Downstairs with the hoard of Supernatural fans, Sam had been busy on the phone with local authorities to find out the dirt on the real story. He slid it back into his pocket and sat at the table with them. "So it turns out, not only did Latisha Gore butcher four boys, one of them was her own son. Apparently she scalped the poor kid."

Dean cringed. "Oh that's it, I'm gonna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Where's the body?"

"He didn't know."

"Check it out." A fake-husky voice came from a nearby table. A 'Sam and Dean' pair appeared to be looking over a map. "There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there, cemetery."

"You think that's where Latisha's planted?" The other asked.

"It's worth a shot."

Sam started towards them and Kayla snagged his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"That's not a cheap prop, it looks real."

"Even if it is, they're still playing a game. They're gonna think you're an asshole of a fan."

"I wasn't worried about hurting feelings."

She sighed. "Just let me do it." No sense in freaking anyone out. Kayla got up and walked over to their table. "Hey."

They both looked up and spoke in unison. "Kayla." It was creepy.

"Yeah, listen." She lowered her voice. "Can I join up with you guys? You don't have to split the prize or anything, but…" She motioned dramatically to Sam and Dean. "These guys keep getting out of character and to be honest, they're like, really bad at this."

"Amateurs." 'Dean' shook his head in discuss. "Give us a minute." They walked aside, leaving the map on the table. Sam was right, it did look real. It was a map of the grounds back when it was an orphanage.

"Alright." The Sam of the duo said.

"You can join us, but." The Dean started. "You're 'focused-on-the-job Kayla', don't think you're gonna pull me into an empty room somewhere."

She didn't know whether to laugh, or be insulted because he didn't want her to. After a pause she didn't respond either way. "Done."

"Awesome. Check out this map Sammy and me found."

Kayla went with the two chuckleheads out to the cemetery. The entire pathway they went back and forth, regurgitating dialogue word for word that she had heard Sam and Dean actually say.

"You guys are really into this."

"Yeah," 'Sam' answered, like she was asking a stupid question. "We're huge fans. That's why we're all here, right?"

"Right." She pulled her flashlight out and shone it over the tombstones. The first ones she found were the four headstones of the boys that were murdered. Poor kids. The next one was a small stone with Gore engraved in it. "Found Latisha's grave."

"Great work Kayla." The one playing Dean told her, but they kept looking around the cemetery.

She watched them a moment, but they just kept looking. "Um, guys, who's got the shovel?"

They both laughed a little. "This is just a game, we're not really digging up bones. I'm sure they're around here somewhere." 'Sam' told her.

"Awesome." She sighed and called out. "Guys, they don't have a shovel."

Her Sam and Dean came walking up, Sam with a shovel in hand.

"Thank you."

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" The fake Dean asked them.

Sam buried the shovel into the dirt and heaved a pile over his shoulder.

"You can't really dig up bodies! It's just a game!"

Dean smiled flatly. "Trust me, you want to win don't you?"

The fans looked nervous, but they didn't argue. Sam continued digging and after awhile, the two fans started dialogue again.

"So what are you gonna do Sam, kill me?"

"Man I am so sick of you telling me what to do…"

"Okay stop." Dean demanded. "Why the hell would you chose to be those guys?"

They looked at him. "Because we're fans…like you."

"I am not a fan. In fact, I think their story sucks. It is not fun, it is not entertaining, it is just a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house! So you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. Do you think that they enjoy being treated like circus freaks?"

"Uh, I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!"

"Oh they care!"

"Sweetheart." Kayla patted the ground next to her. "Come sit by me."

He grimaced and snatched the shovel from Sam as he swung it back. "Let me in there."

Sam climbed out of the hole and looked to the others. "He takes the story really seriously."

Dean hit wood and was relieved; they were getting to the end. He uncovered the casket and pulled the top off. The fans looked like they were gonna be sick.

"That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a skeleton skeleton."

"You just dug up a real grave."

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"You guys are nuts."

Sam shrugged. "I thought you wanted to be hunters."

"Hunters aren't real. You guys have seriously lost your grip on…" He stopped and stared, wide-eyed behind Sam.

"What?"

"Sam look out!" She was reaching for her gun but it was too late.

A ghost, they would assume of Latisha Gore, was standing behind him. "Naughty naughty." She hissed and hit him in the face, sending him to his back.

Their now not so biggest fans tried to make a run for it but one of them fell. As the other helped him up, Latisha turned on them. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" She screamed and put her hands clawed against their chests.

Dean poured the salt and oil into the grave and lit it up. The ghost went up into flames with it and disappeared. He looked to the geeks. "Real enough for you?"