A/N: Here I have the next update for you all! Enjoy!

Guest: As of right now, I do not have any plans for Natalie to have any part in the apocalypse. But, we do have a lot of story to go on with, so anything could change.

Lexithedreamer: I know how you feel about wanting Sam and Natalie to already just kiss. Trust me I really want to put them together right now, but we must wait. But, in the upcoming chapters there will be some more Sam/Nad growing interactions that will happen.

I also wanted to say on another note, thank you to everyone who reviews this story. Really, thank you so much. Every review I get it just feeds me more motivation to continue this story. So thank you so much!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

The Impala sped down the road due to the fact that Dean wanted to get to the location quickly. Natalie sat up towards the back edge of the front seats, her eyes gazing from Sam to Dean. "So...where exactly are we going?"

Dean kept his focus on the road but tilted his head towards Natalie, "Got a message from a guy named Chuck. Said that he needed us. Life or Death."

Natalie nodded and then furrowed her brows, "Wait...who's Chuck?"

Sam and Dean both shift in their seats, realizing that they had never told Natalie about their encounter with him. They had met Chuck not long after meeting Natalie and she was at her aunt's house when they encountered him.

Sam took a breath and tried to come up with what to tell Natalie. "Um...he is...a guy...who we met not that long ago..." Sam's voice trailed off.

Natalie nodded slowly and then looked at Sam expectantly, "And? What happened when you guys met him?"

Sam bit down on the side of his lip, "He, uh, basically, wrote books...about us."

Natalie stared at Sam with blank eyes and remained silent for only a brief time. "Wait, did you just say that he wrote books...about you two?" She asked, looking from Sam to Dean. At first, Natalie didn't think Sam was telling the truth but the look on both of their faces told her otherwise. "Oh my god, you are actually serious."

Sam nodded, "Yeah. You can imagine how Dean and I felt when we found this out."

Natalie only half smirked, imaging the look on their faces when they discovered the news of a book series about them. "Wait, but how is that possible? I mean, surely he doesn't know you...how could he have known what you guys have been through?"

"He's a prophet basically. Had visions about our lives...he thought they were just books. Didn't think we were actual people...until we appeared on his doorstep." Sam answered.

Natalie snickered, "I can only imagine how he must had felt when he saw you guys." Natalie's smirk slowly disappeared and she looked over at them. "How long ago did you guys meet him again?"

Sam looked over at Natalie, "It was when you were with your Aunt...after what happened to your—mom."

Natalie went silent and nodded her head. "Oh. Right." Her gaze fell and she rested her chin on top of her hands. The car went silent, save for the hum of the engine. Natalie leaned back up and smacked her lips together. "Well, can't wait to meet this Chuck guy."

Dean turned the Impala onto a road that led to a parking lot of a hotel. The one thing the three of them notice is a line of Impalas that were parked. The car stops and they step out, looking around them with confused looks.

Sam looks up and sees Chuck pacing back and forth near the steps of the hotel. "Hey." Sam motions towards Chuck, "Come on." Dean and Natalie follow Sam towards the steps where Chuck is. "Chuck! There you are!"

Chuck stops his pacing turning towards them, his face falling into a confused look. "Guys?

"What's going on?" Dean asks, stepping in front of him.

"Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging." His eyes landed on Natalie who was standing in the back between Sam and Dean. "You...wow. Never thought I would ever meet you in person. I mean my visions also included you in them...not that I thought about you or anything it's just...yeah."

Natalie's brows shot up and she tilted her head to the side. "No it's fine. Just as long as I'm not in the books."

Chuck nodded, "Yeah, so they did tell you about the books."

Natalie half smirked, "Yeah, but they didn't mention that you knew me." Natalie casted glares at Sam and Dean, who both tried to ignore the look.

Chuck glanced between Sam and Dean, "Wow. Anyways, what are you guys doing here?"

Dean cleared his throat, still feeling Natalie's eyes burning into him. "You told us to come."

Chuck's brows furrowed in a surprised confusion, "No I didn't."

The three of them glanced at each other, "Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam asked.

Chuck shook his head once again, dispelling everything Sam was saying. "I didn't send you any texts."

Dean looked at Chuck with an annoyed look, "We drove all night!"

Chuck shrugged truly confused by all of this as well. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could..." Chuck stopped in mid-sentence, his brows creased in a pondering state. "...oh no."

Dean looked at Chuck curiously, "What?"

The four of them began to hear squealing . Looking up they saw a young woman standing at the top of the stairs. "Sam! You made it!"

Sam's eyes cringed in realization, "Oh, ah, Becky, right?"

Becky ran down the stairs, a huge grin plastered on her face. "Oh, you remembered, you've been thinking about me."

Sam stared at Becky, lost in his own mind. "I..."

"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either." Becky admitted, her voice lowering towards the end.

Natalie stared at the girl with a surprised amusement. Clearly, she has met Sam before and she began to wonder why Sam never mentioned it to her. Though, she could kind of see why.

Natalie looked up at Sam, seeing the uncomfortable expression on his face. Her elbow nudged him in the side causing him to look down at her. Natalie gently motioned towards Becky, a huge smirk forming on her lips. Sam could see the questioning look in her eyes and he didn't know how to explain it all to her. He slowly shook his head, causing Natalie to slightly nod.

"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asked turning to Becky.

Becky looked over at him a small smile appearing, "I just borrowed it from your pants."

Chuck sighed and rolled his eyes, "Becky..."

"What? They're going to want to see it!"

"See what?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.

Becky sighed and smiled, "Oh my god. I love it when they talk at the same time!" Natalie continued to stare at Becky, her mouth slightly agape.

A man walked out of the hotel, holding a clipboard and stood at the top of the steps. "Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's show time."

Chuck turned back to the three of them, "I am really sorry guys." He said before turning and walked up the stairs.

Becky turned back to them, the smile slowly began to disappear when her eyes landed on Natalie. Natalie could feel Becky's eyes staring her down, and her gaze then turned to her. The two descended into a small stare down, though most of the negative aspect was coming from Becky. "So...who is this?"

Dean looked from Natalie to Becky, "Becky this is our friend, Natalie."

Becky hummed and continued to eye Natalie. She didn't say anything like 'hello' or 'nice to meet you'. No, Becky's face turned smug towards Natalie. Her eyes narrowed into small slits and she seemed to brush off Natalie's presence. Becky then turned around and walked up the steps.

Natalie's mouth dropped, her eyes never leaving Becky's retreating figure. Her finger pointed towards her, "Did—did you just see that?" Sam and Dean look at each other then towards Natalie. "She just gave me...the dirtiest look...ever!" Natalie looked up at Sam and Dean, seeing the look on their faces. She looked back at the direction which Becky took and let out an un-amused laugh. "Alright, then." Natalie walked forward, only to have Sam grab her arm.

"Um, Nad...what are you doing?" He asked, his eyes widened with a different kind of concern.

"I am going inside to see what all of this is about." Natalie stated.

Sam gave her a look and Dean stepped forward. "You sure you aren't trying to have it out with Becky."

Natalie shrugged her shoulder and hummed, "I never said that I would..."

"Come on Nad. We both know how you are." Sam reminded her.

Natalie sighed, her shoulders slumped in posture, "Alright, fine. I won't do anything. But, she was the one who initiated it!" Natalie said, before turning and walking up the steps.

Sam and Dean take one last look at each other, both of them trying to prepare themselves for what was happening inside of this hotel. Then they followed Natalie up the stairs.

They all enter into the main lobby and see a large man walk past them with a stein of beer. The man looked over at them. "Ha-ha. Hey Dean, looking good."

Dean gave him a confused look, "Who the hell are you?"

The man stopped and turned towards them. He was wearing clothing that was very similar to Dean's and even had an amulet around his neck. "I'm Dean too. Duh." He turned around and walked away.

Natalie, Sam and Dean stand in place, utterly confused by the scene that was playing out before them. Everyone was dressed up either as Sam or Dean, or various creatures that they had encountered in their hunts.

The Scarecrow God, they had encountered a few years earlier, appeared in front of them, startling both Sam and Dean. "Uh-oh. It's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now." He raised his hands up, trying to act scared. "Have fun you two!" He jiggled his sythe in Sam's face then walks away.

Natalie looks up at Sam, seeing him giving a huge bitchface and she laughed at his look. Dean continues looking around, his face etched with nothing but confusion. "What?" He began to question.

Becky walks up behind them, giggling. Sam turns to her, "Becky, what is this?"

Becky let out a small squeal, "It's awesome! A Supernatural convention, the first ever."

Sam, Dean and Natalie remain quiet, not wanting to say a word. They thought that if they tried to analyze this anymore, it would make their heads explode. This was certainly not what they were expecting on the drive up here.

Sam, Dean and Natalie walk into the auditorium, and stand behind a small crowd that was facing the stage. The convention manager steps onto the stage with a microphone. "Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3:45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, 'Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean.' And at 4:30 there's the 'Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural.'"

Natalie began to choke at the breath that hitched in her throat. Several people in the back row turned to look at her. Dean looked over at Natalie and began to gently hit her back, to try and stop her coughing.

"Oh and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp." The audience begins to cheer and clap at the mans words. "But right now, I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one and only, Carver Edlund!"

Chuck timidly walks onto the stage, only to be greeted by an enthusiastic crowd cheering for him. Sam and Dean continue to stare at Chuck, their looks were hard.

"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I..." Chuck begins to clear his throat, "...dry mouth." Chuck picks up his water bottle and begins to take big gulps and the room went silent. Chuck finishes his water and looks back out to the audience, "Ok. Uh...so I guess, questions?"

Every hand in the room immediately shot up and Chuck jump slightly in surprise. "Ok...you?" Chuck points to a man sitting in the third row.

"Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?"

Chuck paused and looked back at Sam and Dean who both tilt their heads at him. Natalie had finished her coughing fit and began to clear her throat several times. "Oh, ah, I...it just came to me."

More hands shoot up, "Ok. Yeah. The hook man."

"Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam and Dean are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" A man asked in a heavy german accent.

Sam tilted his head and began to consider this while Dean just made a pissed off face. Natalie, like Sam, tilted her head also only to have Dean cast her a look.

Chuck takes a breath and struggles to find something to say, "I...yeah, I really don't know."

"Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?" The man asked again.

Sam's face fell into a pissed expression though both Natalie and Dean look over at him with a thoughtful look. Becky walked down the row of chairs, "Hey! If you don't like the books don't read them Fritz."

"Ok, just okay...it's okay. So next question." Another hand shoots up. "Yeah, you."

"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?"

"Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out. Chuck hesitates and looks up at Sam, Dean and Natalie, who looked at him curiously. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again."

The entire audience then erupts, cheering and yelling in excitement over the news. Everyone was just so enthusiastic about the news...except for Sam, Dean and Natalie.

Dean leans down towards Natalie, "Looks like you will be in the books after all."

Natalie puts on a fake smile and lets out a emotionless laugh, "Oh, great...just what I wanted."

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