Chapter 19

They flew into a parking space in front of an old fashioned hotel and jumped out of the impala. They started running toward the hotel, when Dean suddenly stopped looking confused.

"Hey, Come on." Sam yelled at Dean. They ran up to the front steps of the hotel and found Chuck. "Chuck! There you are."

"Guys?" Chuck said surprised.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

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

"You told us to come." Dean said.

"Ah, no I didn't."

"Yeah, you did. You texted me, this address, life or death situation. Any of this ring a bell?" Sam asked.

"I didn't send you a text." Chuck stated.

"We drove all night." Dean growled.

"If you didn't send it, then who did?" Sarah asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could…" Chuck started saying then seemed to realize something. "… oh no."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Sam! You made it!" a girl squealed from the top of the stairs.

Sam turned to look at her and said, "Oh, ah, … Becky … right?"

She immediately ran down to them saying, "Oh, you remembered… You been thinking about me?"

"I…" Sam stammered not knowing what to say.

"It's okay. I can't get you out of my head either." She said smirking. Sarah immediately glared at Becky.

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

"I just borrowed it from your pants." She answered.

"Becky…" Chuck said.

"What? They're going to want to see it." Becky exclaimed.

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

"Oh My God! I love it when they talk at the same time!" Becky exclaimed.

"Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's show time." A man holding a clip board said, at the top of the stairs. Becky excitedly ran up the stairs.

"Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." Chuck said before walking up the stairs.

Dean and Sam traded confused looks then followed up the stairs. Sarah sighed then slowly followed them.

Sarah walked in a minute after the boys to see a man walk by wearing a scarecrow costume. "What the hell?" she muttered.

"Uh-oh. It's Sam & Dean. I'm in trouble now." The scarecrow man said sarcastically. "Have fun you two. Haaahh!" He jiggled his scythe in Sam's face then walked away laughing.

"What?" Dean mumbled confused more than ever.

They scanned the room to see it was filled with people dressed as every monster they'd ever fought, bloody Mary, clowns, people with black eyes. There was a skinny woman dressed as Bobby, a guy dressed as Ash. There were a few tables of merchandise with the Impala on coffee cups, Chuck's books and more. Sarah stood wide eyed at everything and started snapping pictures on her phone.

"Becky, what is this?" Sam asked.

"It's awesome! A Supernatural convention, the first ever." She answered excitedly.

Sam gave another bitch face while Dean still looked totally confused. Sarah on the other hand looked like she was about to burst into laughter.

"What are you so happy about?" Dean asked after noticing Sarah's expression.

"Hmmm?... Oh come on. You don't find some of this funny?" she said looking at him, "I mean, can't you just imagine Bobby's face, when I show him this?" she asked showing the pic of a female Bobby.

Sam walked away very irritated. Dean also looked ready to explode. "No. It is not funny." He said then followed Sam into the convention hall. Sarah rolled her eyes and followed along.

"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.'" The convention manager said into the mic.

Sarah tried to contain her laughter, especially after seeing the boys eyebrows rise almost clear off their faces in surprise.

"Oh, and of the course the big hunt starts at 7 pm sharp." The convention manager continued. Cheers and applause erupted from the audience. "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!"

Massive applause and cheering broke out as Chuck timidly walked onto the stage.

"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I…" Chuck cleared his throat. "Dry mouth." He then grabbed a bottle of water and took a few long gulps. "Ok. Uh… ahem. So I guess… questions?"

Every hand in the room went up, Chuck gave a startled look and pointed to a skinny man in the front row. "Uh… you?"

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

Chuck glanced back as Sam and Dean nervously, "Oh, ah I… it just came to me."

Dean pursed his lips and both boys looked very perturbed. Hands shot into the air again.

"Ok. Yeah. The hook man." Chuck said choosing a person.

"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?" hook man asked.

Sam and Sarah gave interested looks as Dean continued to look pissed.

"I… yeah, I really don't know." Chuck stammered.

"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, nien?" Hook man asked.

Now Sam looked pissed while Dean turned thoughtfully, to Sam.

"Hey! If you don't like the books don't read 'em Fritz!" Becky yelled walking down a row of chairs.

"Ok. Ok. Just… okay. It's okay. So next, question." Chuck said then picked another person.

"Um… Why did you create the character Sarah? I mean… she's in a few of the books and only ever manages to screw things up or be annoying?" the girl asked.

"Um…"

"And why would Dean have feelings for her?" the girl persisted.

"I… um… well…" Chuck stammered as he spared a glance at Sarah, who was turning redder by the second. "Well, you don't get much choice in who you love, now do you." He said with a nervous laugh. "Um… next question. You."

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

Chuck looked once more at Sam and Dean, then said, "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again."

The whole room erupted into applause. The whole room except for three upset hunters.

A little while later, Sarah sat at the bar while Dean and Sam confronted Chuck. She had listened to numerous people, about what they liked about the series and disliked about the series, most especially their dislike of Sarah. So she drank and drank.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" dean asked sitting beside her.

"Why? I'm apparently useless to you guys. There's no point to me at all." She said finishing off her glass of scotch.

Dean sat there for a moment trying to decide what to say. "Sarah…"

"Don't. I know you've asked those type of questions before. I know you really don't like having me around anymore. It's been weird for so long. Too long. You two would be better off without me." She rambled.

"Sarah, you're just drunk. Let's get you up in bed, okay? You'll feel better in the morning." Dean said helping her stand up.

"Why do you care, Dean?"

"Let's leave the questions for when your sober. Okay?" he said as they neared Sam.

"What's going on?" Sam asked as he eyed Becky, warily across the room.

"Someone's about three sheets to the wind." Dean explained. "Gonna go put her in bed, be back in a few." Dean started to push Sarah along but she held her stance. He looked over at her and saw she was glaring at Becky. "Come on, Sarah."

"Wait a second." She said before throwing her arms around Sam, giving him a big hug. "Hug me." She whispered. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her. She then kissed his cheek.

"Alright, alright. You've had your fun. Now it's past your bed time, ya lush." Dean said pulling her away from Sam. Sarah looked back and saw Becky fuming with jealousy.

Once up in her room, Dean exploded, "What were you thinking?"

"What can't a girl have a little fun?"

"Not while we're on a case." Dean scolded, "In case you missed it, this place is actually haunted."

"Oh lighten up." Sarah said moving passed him.

"You've lost control. Seriously. What was that down there? Marking your territory?" Dean growled grabbing her arm.

Sarah looked up at him, "What are you jealous that I showed Sam a little affection and not you?" She rolled her eyes at him. "I was just trying to annoy Becky. Her crush on Sam is just too much. I had to do something."

Dean just stared down at her. "I'm going to get back to work. Just stay here and salt the door and windows. We'll talk about this in the morning."

He walked toward the door but Sarah stopped him, "Dean wait." She pulled him into a hug then placed two kisses on his cheek. "There, feel better, grumpy?" she asked pulling back slowly to look at him. He looked at her a moment before roughly grabbing a hold of her and pushing her up against the wall. He held her there, his breath ragged.

He moved to kiss her but stopped about a millimeter from her lips. He let out a growl as he released her and stormed out of the room. "We'll talk later."

She rolled her eyes before saying, "Promises, promises."

The next morning, while the boys were saying their goodbyes, Sarah quickly grabbed her bag from the impala and began to walk toward the town. After a few minutes her phone started buzzing.

"Where the hell are you?" Dean growled.

"I'm long gone." She said sadly as she ducked into the woods.

"Come on. Cut the crap. We got a lead on the colt. So suck it up and tell me where you are."

"Good luck Dean. I'm sorry, I can't help. Not that I ever really help." She mumbled. "Things should go better without me there to mess things up for you."

"Wait. Sarah!"

"Goodbye Dean." She whispered then hung up as he let out an angry growl.