This is my take on the episode 'The Real Ghostbusters'.

"So excited to meet him," Lizzy says from the backseat of the Impala as it flies down the back country roads.

"Well relax," Dean answers her, concentrating on the road as he goes a good twenty miles per hour over the limit. "He's nothing to be that excited about."

"Dude, he's a prophet!" Lizzy says. "I've never met one before. I think it's pretty cool."

"Not when he knows the ins and outs of every aspect of your life. Trust me, Lizzy. It's not that cool," Sam grumbles, still uncomfortable with his story being put on display. Hopefully Chuck doesn't mention his books and their country-wide publication. Neither he nor Dean had the heart to tell Lizzy about it all after they were done dealing with Chuck for the first time. She'd freak out and she already had too much on her plate at the time. Back then they figured why bother. Now they're just crossing their fingers that their drawn out omission stays that way… an omission.

"Nice," Lizzy cheers to herself when the sign for The Pineview Hotel goes by the car window. After driving for hours on end, she's ready to get out of the car.

Coming to a halt in the lot, all three hunters hustle out of the car and head quickly to the front door. Dean notices a line of '67 Chevy Impalas identical to his baby but Sam pulls him away before he can really think about how weird it is to see.

"Hey," Sam points to the man pacing the front steps. "Come on."

They run over to the prophet in a hurry.

"Chuck! There you are," Sam greets in a hurry.

"Guys?" Chuck returns with full surprise and recognizes the woman with them immediately. "Oh, wow. Uh, Lizzy?"

"Yeah, hi," Lizzy grins wide. "It's awesome to meet you." He's shorter than she imagined… and very skittish… but still. He's a freaking prophet and that's definitely something new for her.

"Really?" Chuck asks with trepidation. He always assumed Lizzy would hate him for putting her life out there for the masses. He knows her well enough already to assume her response to him. "That's, um, funny."

"What's going on?" Dean hastily asks.

"Ah, nothing," Chuck lies. "You know, I'm just kinda… hanging. What are you guys doing here?"

"You told us to come," Dean answers.

"Ah, no I didn't."

"Yeah, you did," Sam insists. "You texted me this address. Life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?"

"I didn't send you a text."

"We drove all night!" Dean angrily yells at the frustrating man in front of him.

"Fucking relax, huh?" Lizzy says to him with a hand to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could..." Chuck pauses when he figures it out. "Oh no."

"What?"

"Sam! You made it!" All four people look up the front steps to see a blond woman freaking out with happiness.

"What the fuck is that?" Lizzy asks horrified as the crazy looking woman in the dorkiest outfit she's ever seen pounds down the steps to join them.

"Oh, ah… Becky, right?" Sam asks and she beelines for him.

"Oh, you remembered," Becky responds with glee before dropping her tone low. "You've been thinking about me."

"Becky?" Lizzy whispers her question as she doesn't remember meeting the woman in front of them.

"Sam's biggest fan," Dean clues her in.

"Shut up!" Lizzy grabs his bicep with both hands, gripping hard with excitement. Lizzy never had the pleasure of meeting Becky before. She's only heard about her. "This is awesome!" She loves the embarrassment already on Sam's face. Money couldn't buy that.

"I..." Sam starts to respond, with what he doesn't know, before getting cut off.

"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either," Becky shares with him and the burst of stifled laughter coming from Lizzy is heard by everyone.

Lizzy covers over her mouth with her hands, regretting the moment of giggles when Becky glares daggers at her.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes immediately to the crazy woman.

"You must be Lizzy," Becky smugly says with her arms crossed as she looks the hunter up and down. "I expected more."

"More what?" Lizzy laughs with the statement.

"Between the trucker mouth and, shall we say, less than lady like decorum I guess I am not sure what I could have been expecting."

"What the fuck is your problem, lady?" Lizzy asks, taking a step forward and getting pulled back by Dean's arm linked around hers.

"Easy," he warns down to her. "She's harmless."

"She's a bitch," Lizzy returns, Becky glaring harder at her with the remark.

"Becky," Chuck interrupts to get down to the truth. "Did you take my phone?"

"I just borrowed it from your pants."

"Becky..."

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

"See what?" Sam and Dean both ask at the same time.

"Oh my God," Becky squeals. "I love it when they talk at the same time!"

"Is this real life?" Lizzy asks up to Dean.

"God I hope not," Dean grumbles as a man appear at the top of the front stairs with a clipboard.

"Hey Chuck! Come on pal! It's show time!"

Becky bounds up the stairs like a kid who's eaten too much candy and disappears inside.

"Guys, I'm sorry," Chuck sadly and guiltily says to them in advance. "For everything."

The three hunters follow the prophet into the secluded hotel. Once in the lobby they only grow more confused. It's filled with people, all milling around, some wearing costumes.

"Hey Dean," a man laughs as he passes the three of them with a beer in hand. "Lookin' good."

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks the unknown man.

"I'm Dean too. Duh," he takes a swig of his beer. "And you brought a Lizzy. Damn, she's just as I always pictured her to be too. Good for you, man! Ha!"

The man laughs to himself and walks away as Lizzy points to him in a total stupor.

"He had your clothes on," she says to Dean.

"Uh, don't think my stuff would fit tons o' fun over there."

"No, idiot," Lizzy swats his arm. "He had the same kind of clothes on as you do. The leather jacket… even the necklace."

Dean absently grabs the pendant around his neck, the one of a kind, or so he thought, that Sam gave him for Christmas years ago.

"What the fuck is this?" Sam wonders.

"And why would someone be picturing what I look like?" Lizzy adds to their fears.

"Uh-oh," a masked man comes up to them and says. "It's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now." He waves his plastic scythe at them. "Have fun you two. Aaaah!"

Hearing an excited giggle behind them, they all turn to see Becky standing there.

"Becky," Sam nervously asks. "What is this?"

"It's awesome!" she responds happily. "A Supernatural convention. The first ever."

"A convention for supernatural things?" Lizzy asks with utter confusion. "Why?"

"No, it's for the books," Becky answers obviously.

"What books?" Lizzy pries and Becky's face grows serious.

"You never told her?" she accusingly asks Dean, making Lizzy turn sharply towards him, her face fearful and angry already.

"Never told me what!?" she asks up to her man and he remains silent, his expression apologizing already. "What didn't you tell me, Dean!?"

Dean looks quickly to Sam and then to Becky. "You got a bar in this joint?"

"Yep! Just around the corner in the restaurant."

"Good," Dean answers and grabs Lizzy's hand. "Because you and me need to talk."

"So… everything," Lizzy says, the shock heavy in her voice.

"Everything," Dean confirms.

"Everything?" she checks with slight disbelief.

"Yes, everything."

Lizzy downs another shot and drops the glass on the bar. Dean signals for a refill for her.

"Why?" Lizzy asks.

"Chuck didn't know he was a prophet. He's a writer and just thought he was doing his job," Dean justifies.

"So that gives him the right to air your lives and therefore mine from the second I met you?"

"A man's gotta eat and support his addiction to the ladies of the night," Dean quickly answers, nodding to the bartender in thanks once her shot glass is full again. "Plus he's not seeing a dime anymore. They're out of publication."

"Really?" Lizzy asks with hope.

"Yeah. According to the series, I go to hell and that's all there is to it."

"Good," Lizzy sighs. "Oh, um, not good that you went to… uh… fuck, you know what I mean. So, no one can read anything new about us?"

"Nope. Apparently our story is boring."

"Never thought I'd ever hear us be called boring…" she says before taking the shot in front of her and this time she signals for another herself. When the bartender comes over, she holds out her hand to stop him from pouring. "Just leave it."

Shrugging, the man walks away and leaves the bottle to Lizzy.

"So it's published under fiction, right?" Lizzy pries, the whiskey bottle already tipped and filling her glass up once more.

"Yes. People would never believe that this shit is real," Dean refers to the ridiculousness of their lives.

"Touché," Lizzy nods. "Damn, so everything that happened in those few years is in there? Like John's death?"

"Yes."

"That sucks," Lizzy comments as a short blond woman walks by, her bright blue eyes and vampire fangs giving away her Supernatural character of choice instantly. "And Lou's death?" Lizzy asks sadly, already knowing the answer.

"Unfortunately."

"Fuck…" Lizzy trails off before sharply looking back to him with new worry. "What about when we met?"

"Yes."

"And what happened that weekend?" Lizzy fears as they spent a lot of that weekend in bed together.

"All of it," Dean answers with a wince.

"Oh my God!" Lizzy says, her hands covering her face with embarrassment.

"Eh, it's not so bad," Dean answers with false nonchalance for her sake. "Some of that stuff we did was good stuff."

"The underwear tying my hands back?"

"Of course."

"The whipped cream?"

Dean just shrugs and Lizzy frantically grabs for her shot glass, needing the added buzz.

"I'm sure those who read it got inspired," Dean tries to look at it differently. "I guarantee babies were born because of us."

"How detailed?"

"Um, pretty detailed," Dean tells her honestly.

She pours another shot but before she can drink it she sees someone dressed like Sam walk by with one of the books in his hand. She reaches out and steals it from him without asking or thinking.

"Uh, excuse me!" the man complains with her rude behavior.

"Excuse yourself," Lizzy spits back and looks over the cover of the book.

"That's my favorite one," he complains further. "Give it back."

Looking down at the inaccurate depiction of Dean (with long hair!?) standing by the Impala with what she assumes is a glorified version of herself wrapped dramatically around his side with her hair flowing in the wind, Harlequin Sam and Lou kissing off in the distance in front of Bobby's house, she feels sick. She reads the title. Relax, Dude.

"Why is this one your favorite?" Lizzy pries, her eyes never leaving the cover.

"Because we get to meet the girls for the first time, obvi," he tells her.

"The girls?"

"Yeah, Lizzy and Lou. I mean, you should know… you're Lizzy, right?"

Huffing with the overwhelming insanity of everything around her, she grabs the whiskey bottle off the bar and stands up, book in her other hand.

"Sure am," she answers him truthfully and walks away. After a few steps, she backtracks, slams back the full shot glass sitting on the bar, and then storms off for good.

"She takes this thing seriously," the bunk-Sam says to the real Dean as he's impressed with the woman he just encounter's commitment to character. She was spot on.

"You have no idea, pal," Dean grumbles as he signals for his own drink.

Walking into the convention hall, Sam and Dean see Lizzy sitting alone in the middle of the back row, her back hunched over as she reads and whiskey bottle sitting on the carpet by her feet, the metal pour spout tossed aside. They walk over, standing behind her seated form.

"How you doing, Lizzy?" Sam asks, not able to read her and how she's taking everything.

"Staying golden, Pony Boy," Lizzy quips as she reads on and Sam pats her on the shoulder in silent support.

"It's weird, I know…" Dean starts and Lizzy turns to look up at him.

"This conversation is exact," she says with awe up to him while pointing to the page she's on. "This is what we said to each other in Bobby's bathroom when I stitched you up when we first met. Every damn thing I said to you, every fucking thing I thought about you… it's like he's in my head. Chuck's in my fucking head. This is freakin' nuts!"

Before Dean can agree, clipboard man takes the stage and starts talking over the microphone to the crowd.

"Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention," he greets, receiving a loud cheer from the crowd, and starts in on the itinerary for the day. "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' which will be paired with the discussion 'Lizzy; Viable Character or Foil for Sam and Dean's Sexual Tension.'"

"Gross," Lizzy mutters under her breath with disgust as Sam and Dean react in their own silent yet equally disgusted way.

"Oh, and of course, the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp."

The audience cheers excitedly as Lizzy groans with annoyance. She dog-ears the page she was last on and decides to pay attention to the man at the microphone.

"But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!"

"I thought his name was Chuck?" Lizzy asks while looking at the cover again, reading a different author name on it.

"He uses a penname," Sam explains.

"That's kinda douchey," Lizzy comments.

Once the crowd calms when Chuck takes the stage, Lizzy watches the nervous man carefully. She enjoys that he appears to be as uncomfortable as she is right now. It only seemed fair.

"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I..." Chuck clears his throat. "Dry throat." He proceeds to pound down a half bottle of water. "Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?"

Every hand in the room goes up. "Uh...you?" Chuck choses in a flustered manner. The man jumps up with glee.

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

Glancing to the hunters at the back of the room, Chuck stutters his answer. "Oh, ah, I...it just came to me." Chuck points to another fan. "Ok. Yeah. The hook man."

As a man with a cheap plastic hook stands and asks a question in his German accent, Lizzy turns around.

"How are you two not freaking the fuck out?"

"We've had time to adjust to the idea of it all," Sam answers her.

"Luck you," she says, pissed off that she has to dive into her own past head first. "I feel like someone just crapped me out into the Twilight Zone."

"I think I'd prefer that that over this," Dean quips with annoyance.

"So, next question." Chuck says and once more, every hand in the place rockets up. "Yeah, you."

"What's with the sudden introduction of female characters in 'Relax, Dude'?" the young man dressed as a woman in white asks. "I never understood the need to have female leads, specifically these two, in this story. Especially Lizzy. I mean, Dean met her and then left her for a year. She just dropped out of the storyline completely for several books until the very end where she came back just to be devastated with the loss of Dean. The character just seems so pointless."

Her shoulder slumping harder with the breakdown of who she is, Lizzy can't help but take offence. Dean grabs her shoulder hard to show his silent support and to reminder her that she is anything but pointless to him.

"Oh," Chuck starts nervously. "Well, uh, therein lies an announcement, actually. Lizzy is quite an integral part of the… uh, Winchester story and you're all going to get to read about it soon." Chuck pauses with a look to the hunters that lets them know they're about to want to pummel him. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again."

The room erupts in excitement as Lizzy hits her limit. She stands up, book in one hand and whiskey in the other, and storms out of the room, leaving Dean and Sam alone with the freaks. She needs air.

On her way she runs into another woman about her height. Their shoulders bump.

"Watch where you're fucking going," they both say in unison and turn to each other. The other woman is wearing a tan leather bomber jacket with a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt underneath along with tight, dark jeans and dark long hair.

Lizzy huffs in utter hatred and leaves her look-alike there.

She's been reading in the Impala for how long she doesn't really know. When she fled the convention she ran to the safety and solitude of the car that she herself is beginning to think of as home. Popping in her earbuds and blocking out everything around her with music, Lizzy dove in hard. After hours of reading, the night now dark and she has to use a flashlight to see the words on the pages, she's more than halfway through.

So the writing isn't great per say. It could stand a few more revisions. And the descriptive nature of the story itself is a little lacking. But damn, it's her life alright. From the second Dean came running into Bobby's in a huff with a bleeding arm, to her and Lou buying them new clothes and making them real, home cooked dinners, and even to her and Dean's first time together intimately, it was all there. It's exactly how she remembered it happening. It's a perfect recollection.

Lizzy looks up from the book for the first time when she spots a Dean and Sam look-alike running past the car with shovels and some very scared faces. What dorks, she thinks to herself before going back to the book. She's at the part where she and Lou are talking shop in the kitchen while making pies. She laughs as she recalls that conversation clearly, her admitting that her night with Dean was amazing and Lou sadly explaining that tequila doesn't do Sam any favors and her night was much more disappointing. Fuck, she misses the times when shit was simple. She and Lou drove around, helped a few people, and she had a puppy love crush a hot guy she met at Bobby's. And man, she loved first meeting Dean. Getting to know him in every aspect, discovering who he is and what he's about… well that was just sheer fun. It makes her a little giddy to think about it really. She missed that feeling.

Not registering that she hasn't seen Dean or Sam for hours now, Lizzy keeps reminiscing while locked up in the Impala.

When she finishes the book, it's morning. She stayed up all night reading. Once she started there was absolutely no stopping. She couldn't if she tried.

Stretching a bit once she stands up outside the car, she's confused by the sudden commotion surrounding the hotel up ahead. And ambulance, a cop car, and everyone in attendance are outside the main entrance milling around. What the fuck is going on? Spotting Dean making his way down the front steps of the hotel, she jogs to him.

"Hey!" she waves, book in hand, and Dean shoots her an angry look.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dean asks her with ire.

"In the car," she answers innocently. "I was reading."

"God, you read that crap!?" he says, appalled by her actions.

"I did," Lizzy tells him. "It was interesting."

"Yeah, well, while Sam and I were getting our asses handed to us by creepy, bloodthirsty Chucky ghosts, you're relaxing with a good book!"

"Never said it was good…"

"Not funny," Dean answers with utter frustration and hatred as he looks off in the distance and sees Damien and Barnes. "I'll find you in a minute."

He walks away, clearly upset with her lack of assistance, and Lizzy is confused. How could she have known there was something wrong? They never called her to tell her. She doesn't think so at least. Shit, she did have the earbuds in almost the whole time. She nervously pulls out her phone that she had stowed in the glove compartment while reading and sees the twelve missed calls, seven text messages, and five voicemails.

"Oh, I fucked up," Lizzy says to herself as she begins to realize her horrible mistake. Hopefully they'll forgive her for this one. She just couldn't put the damn book down. And now that she finished it, she needs to find Chuck.

Scanning the crowd she sees him talking to Sam with Becky. She immediately heads their way.

"Oh, hey. Chuck," Sam says to the author. "If you really wanna publish more books, I guess that's ok with us."

"Wow, really?" Chuck says excitedly.

"No not really," Sam says with a mad voice. "We have guns and we'll find you."

"Ok, ok. No more books." Chuck shifts nervously on his feet.

"See you around." Sam begins to walk away when Becky runs after him.

"Sam! Wait, one more thing!"

Taking the opportunity, Lizzy walks up to Chuck, clutching the book in both hands in front of her. When he sees her, he sighs audibly with an eye roll.

"Great," he complains. "I, I didn't even meet you yet and I get the feeling my ass is about to get reamed."

Lizzy doesn't answer, just looks at him with tears pooling in her eyes as her voice fails her at first. Without warning, she steps up to him and hugs him tight.

"Whoa, uh," Chuck sputters with shock, his hands tentatively coming to rest on her back. "Not, um, what I had, uh, expected."

"Thank you," Lizzy whispers in a cry while not letting go.

"Yeah, so, um… you're welcome, I think," Chuck answers, backing away from her awkwardly. As Lizzy wipes her eyes Chuck is at a loss of what to do or say.

"Everything in here," she starts while holding out the book for him to see. "It's all right. It's all perfect and absolutely how it was. My Louie is in here and she's exactly how I remember her."

Lizzy sighs and sniffles, trying to gather herself before she crumbles.

"Our lives suck, they suck so hard… well, you know that," Lizzy tells him and Chuck nods. He certainly does know. "This was one of the best times of my life and it was one of the last times I truly smiled and was really happy. And now because of you I can relive it whenever I want. I can feel like Lou is still here. Like Dean and I are simple and just two people who met each other by chance. I can relive when Sam was so innocent and nothing bad had happened to him yet… relatively speaking."

Lizzy grabs Chuck's hand and looks him hard in the eyes.

"What you've given me…" she shakes her head. "I can never, ever repay you for this."

"You could get Sam and Dean to not want to kill me," Chuck suggests.

"I'll plead my case to them the second we leave," Lizzy smiles through her emotional moment.

"I, you know, I thought you were going to kick my ass into next week," Chuck admits as he knows her so well by now.

"For describing my vagina in such detail, I should."

"I'm so sorry about that," Chuck painfully apologizes. "Sex sells, you know?"

"Still a little uncomfortable."

"I thought so," Chuck cringes. "Um, so you read one book and it happened to be the one that was very endearing and painless," Chuck starts. "I really don't think you should be reading some of the others."

"Why not?"

"Lou's death, for one. Definitely stay away from 'The Definition of Family'," Chuck explains. "And the year off from Dean… I'm sure you don't want to read about that so much, about what he was up to if you will."

"You might be right."

"I'll have Becky email you a list," he offers. "So you know the books that, um, don't have anything bad for you to relive."

"That would be great," Lizzy smiles and hugs him in again. "It's so surreal. Man, you were dealt a shit hand in life, my friend."

"Understatement."

"Yeah, well, you aren't alone." Lizzy pulls away. "If anyone could get it, it's us."

"I don't know," Chuck rebuts. "You're life isn't so bad."

Lizzy stares at him with disbelief. "You of all people should know that statement is a load of shit."

"Yeah, ok. Ok, most of it sucked. But you have Dean. Trust me, if I could find that, I'd be ok with the rest."

"Well I only have him until the day Michael or God knows what else takes him away from me for good, right?"

Chuck suddenly smiles and Lizzy can't read what it means.

"Lizzy, you're one of the good ones," Chuck says. "God only gives the good ones the difficult lives because they can handle it and do it with grace and dignity."

"That logic seems pretty fucking screwy to me."

"Maybe," Chuck laughs a little. "But I just, I get this feeling sometimes, when I have my visions… there's something good for you, something big and really great. I don't know why I think it and certainly don't know what it is in store for you, but I think it none the less."

"You're sweet," Lizzy says honestly. "And for that reason alone, don't worry about Dean and Sam. I'll deal with them. You just do what you gotta do to live and be a writer… just go easy on my sex life huh? Maybe less graphic and more… tasteful."

"Working on that."

"It was hot though, I'll give you that," Lizzy mentions while examining the cover drawings again. "I'd put that smut in my books if I were a writer too."

"You and Dean just keep up the good work," Chuck quips and Lizzy looks at him with distaste. "Too much?"

"Yep."

"Yeah, sorry." As Lizzy looks over to the Impala and sees both brothers conversing over the roof, she knows it's time to go. Chuck does too. "Lizzy, take care of yourself."

"I'll try to do that when I'm not taking care of the kiddos," Lizzy jokes while jerking her thumb to the brothers.

"I mean it. We all need you, every one of us… not just them."

With the weird statement, Chuck walks away with a wave. She has no idea what he means by that.