SEVERAL WEEKS LATER

KRIPKE'S HOLLOW

There was a soft electronic ding as the door was pushed inward and the four people stepped into the shop. Sam was wearing a long dark trench coat over a suit with a striped tie. His eyes traveled around the comic book store. There were a few scattered young men wearing superhero shirts flipping through comics. One was a tall, slender young man with short dark hair wearing a Flash logo shirt and jeans. He was standing with a shorter young man with brown, slightly messy hair and glasses who was wearing a hoodie with a grey coat over it and jeans. Oshea stepped in after Dean, wearing a charcoal suit jacket over a red button down shirt that was tucked into a knee length, straight skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a bun. Her heels clicked against the hard floor as she stepped forward with her sister and the two brothers to the counter where a short, balding man was flipping through a comic book.

"Can I help you?" The male said, arching a brow.

Oshea nodded, "I sure hope so." She said with a smile, pulling out a badge. "Agents Rudd and Williams," She said nodding her head toward her sister. "And these are our partners Agents DeYoung and Shaw."

Ella, who was wearing a button down white shirt tucked into a straight black skirt, nodded, pulling out her badge as well. Sam and Dean did the same. "We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Alright...," The man said, arching a brow curiously.

"Have you noticed anything strange?" Sam said slowly.

"Like...?" The guy asked.

"We've heard reports of flickering lights...?" Oshea offered. "Skittering sounds like mice, maybe?"

"The FBI is investigating a... rodent problem?" The guy looked unconvinced, arching a brow and leaning back in his chair.

"How about cold spots, sudden drops in temperature, that sort of thing?" Ella said, ignoring the man's question.

The man suddenly smiled and nodded, pointing at them. "I knew it! You guys are LARPing aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Sam said, his brows furrowing.

"You're fans!"

"Fans of what?" Oshea said immediately.

"What is LARPing?" Sam said again.

"Like you don't know...," The man paused, looking at them then explained. "Live action role-playing! And pretty hardcore, too! Wow..." He said, stepping from behind the counter and walking toward Oshea. He reached up and touched her cheek. "Are those real freckles?"

Oshea swatted his hand away. "...Yes...?"

"Wow... this is great," He leaned toward her face very close. "You even have the scars on your eyes!"

Oshea backed into Dean, her eyes wide. "Okay I'm... officially freaked out..."

Dean arched a brow. "Fans of what?" Dean said, repeating Oshea's question.

"Well, you're asking questions like the building's haunted like those guys from the books. What are they called... uh... Supernatural! Two guys and two girls using fake IDs with rock aliases, going around hunting down ghosts and demons and monsters. What are their names?" He snapped his fingers as he tried to remember. "Steve and Dirk?... uh... Sal and Dane...?"

"Sam and Dean...?" Sam offered, glancing toward his brother.

The man nodded. "Yeah that's it! And lets see the girls were Ella and Oshea, I remember that." He grinned wolfishly. "Oshea was always my favorite... I think it's so cute that little birthmark she has on her-"

"Okay that's enough," Oshea said quickly.

Dean glared a little at the man as Ella cleared her throat. "So this is a book?"

"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies though. Here," He said, walking around them and going to the Bargain Bin, pulling out a small paperback with two shirtless, very muscular guys on the front. "Here, this is the first one."

Ella's eyes widened as she took the book from him and looked at the cover. She turned the book over and read from the back. "Supernatural by Carver Edlund... Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths..."

Sam looked up at the cashier, "We're going to need every Supernatural book that you've got."

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"This is insane," Ella said as she threw down a copy of one of the Supernatural books onto the bed. "How could this guy possibly know all of this stuff about our lives?"

Dean shook his head, not glancing up from the book he was flipping through. "Every single thing is in here, from the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here, dude."

Oshea arched a brow, laying down the book she had been skimming through. "Excuse me?" She walked over to him and snatched the book from his head, reading a little before she closed it and lightly struck Dean on the head with it.

"It gets weirder… this last one No Rest for the Wicked, ends with you going to Hell, Dean." Sam said, looking up from his laptop where he had been researching.

Ella sat down in the seat next to Sam, and pulled the laptop over to her and looked at the screen. "Look at this," she said, gesturing to Oshea and Dean. "There are fans. Not many, but still.."

Oshea shook her head as she picked up one of the books. "I've never even heard of these…"

"Well they didn't circulate much…" Sam said, glancing over to her before looking back to the laptop.

"Look at this. There are Sam girls and Dean girls and- what's a slash fan?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked over Ella's shoulder at the computer screen.

"Uh… it appears that it means us, Dean. Like… together," Sam said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"You mean together together?" Ella said, her eyes widening a bit. "They do know you're brothers, right?"

"That doesn't seem to matter," Sam said, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Oh come on, that's just sick," Dean said with an eye roll as he turned away from the computer and walked back to his bed. "Where does this guy live? I say we pay him a visit and have a little chat."

Sam tapped a few keys on the keyboard, quickly closing out the fansites he had stumbled upon. "Well, Carver Edlund is just a pen name and they don't have the guy's real name. We don't have an address either."

"Well that makes sense if the fans are as crazy as they seem." Oshea said with a shrug.

"I do have the publisher's name and address? Maybe we can talk to them and get some information." Sam said, glancing to Dean.

Dean nodded. "Sounds good to me."