Bobby sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "So, what was it that you couldn't tell me on the phone?"

"It's this job… We weren't sure that you'd believe us," Sam said, glancing at Dean.

"Well, I can believe a lot," Bobby replied, folding his arms. "So come on, tell me… what's this case?"

"Amie and I were questioning some students. A girl... Jen I think, told us a story, saying that, 'Thirty years ago this girl was having an affair with a professor. When he broke it off she jumped out of a window, killing herself."

"I asked if she knew the girl's name, but she didn't. She said that the girl jumped from room 669, which was apparently demonic. 'You turn the 9 upside down,' she said. I decided they were a dead end; it didn't sound like they knew much, but Amie thought we should talk to Dean about it… but he was doing some investigating of his own," Sam said, with a smirk.

"Dean was drinking with a blonde girl, putting some purple gunk into his mouth. Very classy, as I'm sure you can imagine. Anyways, he was getting pretty wasted with this girl."

"I was not!" Dean defended himself, his brow furrowed. "I was try'na get her drunk so that she'd tell me what she knew. She'd been the dead professor's top student, but she was really reserved. C'mon Sammy, it would take more than a few purple nurples to get me drunk!"

"Anyways," Sam said, huffing. "Amie was annoyed, obviously. She tried to hide it at first, but that girl's got a temper… she left sharpish, taking me with her. We went straight to the university and questioned a janitor, who confirmed that the 669 story was bull'."

"So what's hard to believe about this?" Bobby asked. "So far a normal case."

"Yeah. Well, we got back to the hotel a few hours later, having found no EMF, no sign of paranormal activity. It's not a haunting, but we're not sure what it really is…"

"What do you boys mean?"

"Okay, this is weird, even for us. But… next were… aliens."

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"We got back from questioning people again, so I was about to do some research. I went to get out my laptop, but someone had stolen it," Sam spat, looking at Dean.

"I didn't take your goddamn laptop!" Dean shouted.

Sam ignored this comment, carrying on with his story. "I looked for it, but couldn't find it anywhere in the room. Just as Dean and I were mid-fight, Amie got a call… about a mutant crocodile attacking a research scientist. Obviously we dropped everything and left straight away; but when we got to the morgue all that was left was the guy's arm."

"So you're telling me there was a murdering ghost, aliens and mutant crocodiles?" Bobby confirmed, exasperated.

"I know it sounds crazy."

"Carry on," he encouraged, gesturing for Sam to continue, but Dean was the one who took over.

"So all of the victims were jerks. We looked into who could have a grudge against each and every one, but we couldn't find anyone. It was poetic justice, really; each guy got what he deserved. That's when we called you."

"But where's Amie?" Bobby asked, looking at the two boys and the empty room.

"That's the thing," Sam said, as Dean stood up and walked over to the small kitchen area. He didn't do anything, he just stood and looked out of the window, shaking.

"We got back from the morgue. We were all extremely tired, so I went and had a shower straight away. Whilst I was in there Amie and Dean got ready for the night, but as Dean was brushing his teeth, Amie came in, holding some pink knickers. Dean didn't know what was going on at first, he thought they were hers, but she was on the verge of tears.

"The underwear wasn't hers, but it had fallen under their bed. It was the same colour as the girl's bra strap from the bar on the first night… I mean, it didn't look good…"

"I didn't do it!" Dean exploded, suddenly turning around. "I told you, I was only getting her drunk for the case, then I came back here and waited for you guys. Alone."

"Hey, I know," Sam reassured him. He turned back to Bobby seriously. "I got out of the shower just as Amie was screaming at him. He was shouting back; you know how Dean gets. But she was heartbroken, tears, questions… she threw the underwear at Dean and stormed over to the bed. Dean just carried on shouting but I tried to talk some sense into her… she'd already packed her bags."

"How long ago was this?" Bobby asked, standing up.

"Last night," Dean said, grimacing.

"Well, you boys should've called me sooner. This would've been avoided if you'd just solved the goddamn case."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, standing up as well.

"It's a trickster. I'll explain on the way to the university…"

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"Some hunters have gotten in my way before. Normally they take my presents and they're occupied for long enough to let me get away… some don't."

"I was a fan of your stuff, really. I mean, the irony? Amazing!" Amie said, chuckling with the joker as she referenced the justice he had served. "But I can't let you get away. I just can't."

"That's a shame," the janitor sighed, cocking his head. He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, and Amie was suddenly attached to the stage by chains around her ankles. He snapped his fingers again and a chainsaw wielding maniac appeared next to him. Just as the apparition began to run at Amie the back doors to the theatre burst open, then Dean, Sam and Bobby ran in. Sam ran after the trickster whilst Bobby ran after the chainsaw maniac. Dean, however, ran straight to Amie.

"Baby!" He bellowed, skidding over to her and trying to rip up the shackles from the floor with his hands. He pulled frustratedly at the metal but it didn't move. Amie wrapped her hands around the chains and pulled with all of her body weight, when suddenly Bobby fell down the stairs and the the maniac raced towards Amie and Dean.

"Run, Dean!" Amie shrieked, pushing his arm to try and save him.

Dean looked up at Amie's terrified, blue eyes then at the attacker… he did the only thing he could.

Dean threw himself on top of Amie as she protested desperately, creating a human shield against her certain death. His heart pounded loudly but he had no doubt that this was his choice; he would defend her to the death.

When he was still alive and unscathed moments later, Dean looked up. The maniac was no where to be seen, Amie's chains vanished. Sam was stood in the middle of the audience, next to the dead body of the trickster.

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Sam and Bobby waited in the Impala, giving Amie and Dean their first moment alone since she had left.

"So I guess I owe you an apology," Amie sighed, looking Dean dead in the eye. "I should've known, should've listened to you… I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry I got so angry," he replied. "I didn't mean to get so aggravated. It's just… you should know that you're my world."

"I know, I do," she hushed, walking forwards to hug him. "I just got a little crazy."

"I know baby. But I love you… let's just forget about it."

"I love you too. I promise to always believe you from now on as well."