Supernatural: Hollywood Babylon

A/N: I'm back with the final chapter and I don't know about you guys, but I'm looking forward to the weekend, and I'll be out of town for the weekend, too.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER THREE: "YOU'RE ONE HELL OF A PA"

"When a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him."

Proverbs 16:7

The next morning the Winchesters watched as the police examined the crime scene where Jay was killed.

"Run-in with a giant fan," Sam reported. "Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard."

"What the hell, dude?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O."

"No, we already torched her," Liz agreed. "So, what, are we dealing with another ghost?"

Sam shrugged again. "Maybe."

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team," Dean pointed out.

Outside in the lot, McG was getting out of his car, and he gathered the cast and crew, including the Winchesters.

"Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make," he requested, handing his car keys to his assistant. "Hold that for me. Everyone! Huddle in! In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?"

And there were cheers and applause from the crowd.

"But not today," McG added, not thrilled. "Go home. Someone will call you." And then he went back to his assistant, collecting his stuff.

Sam was back inside the same trailer from yesterday, and he was watching more of the dailies. "Wendy" was reading in Latin when she was interrupted by "Kendra".

`"Wendy, don't,"` "Kendra" requested.

"Wendy" laughed. `"What are you, afraid of ghosts? Come on, it'll be fun."`

Just then, both Dean and Liz entered.

"Hey."

"Hey. So, you find out where the electrician's buried?" Sam asked as Dean went to the fridge while Liz sat down on the couch next to him.

"He wasn't," Dean answered, frustrated. "Billy Beard was cremated."

Sam sighed, hating it when that happened. "Great. Now what?"

Dean sighed, drinking from a bottle of water. "No idea. Anymore ghost cameos in the dailies?"

"Not in the first six hours," Sam answered, bored and frustrated. "You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks. Because, I mean, it kind of does."

"I have to agree," Liz added, yawning.

`"Come on, it'll be fun,"` "Wendy" said and she continued reading in Latin.

Sam suddenly noticed something and rewound; he sat up and listened closer to the Latin. "Listen to the invocation," he said and, as one, their eyes went wide. "Dean, Liz, that's the real deal - a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

Marty, the head writer was on the phone in his office. "No, dude, we're down for a few days - force majeure." He listened. "Yeah. It's cool, though. Gives me time to pitch that time-travel thing." He listened again. "Yeah. All right, get back to me on this, all right? Seriously." He kept listening and frowned. "No, I'm serious." He sighed. "Dude, are you serious? 'Cause I'm serious." He then noticed the Winchesters were waiting at the door. "All right. Cool." He then hung up. "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, uh…sorry, man," Sam apologized as they stepped inside and he gently nudged the man's mind. "We couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script."

"And?" Marty asked, sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Yeah. Uh…it's awesome," Sam responded.

Dean and Liz both nodded. "Awesome."

"Really awesome," Sam agreed.

Marty grinned. "I know, it's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it."

"Yeah, I really liked all the attention to detail," Sam remarked.

"Dude, right on, that's my thing," Marty agreed and beamed. "Color me guilty, but that is me. I'm a total detail buff."

Sam nodded. "No, I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language."

Marty's smile faded upon hearing that. "What, you mean that Latin crap?" he scoffed. "No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, "Walter the P.A." Walter?" Dean asked, surprised.

"No, he's not a P.A," Marty corrected, moving around to sit behind his desk. "He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set."

"But he wrote the invocations?" Liz asked.

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay," Marty explained. "There's no pace, there's no love interest, it's all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable, the other ten percent to make it good."

The Winchesters exchanged a bewildered look. Walter wrote the screenplay?

A short while later, the Winchesters were reading Walter's original screenplay, Lord of the Dead.

"Should've kept Walter's original script," Dean commented. "It's actually pretty good."

"Yeah, now this is scary," Liz agreed.

Sam nodded, tossing the screenplay onto a table. "Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want."

"Yeah, like kill people," Dean remarked.

"Walter has some serious issues," Liz muttered, setting aside the screenplay.

"Yep," Sam agreed. "So, let's say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. And let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie."

"Motive and means," Liz commented. "Basically, we've got the guy's stressor right here."

Dean nodded. "It's worth checking out."

That night, Marty was walking among the forest scenery and spotted Walter.

"So, you wanted to meet?" he asked, but Walter said nothing. "Hey, I'm a little busy here, buddy. I'm working on a script."

"Oh, yeah," Walter agreed angrily, clutching something in his hand. "You guys worked on it a lot."

Marty sighed annoyed that Walter was bringing this up again. "It needed work. Now, why couldn't we have done this in my office?"

"You know, the history, the lore in my draft was completely accurate," Walter stated. "We could've gotten it right for the first time ever in this whorehouse of a town. But you tore it to shreds. You replaced it with cleavage and fart jokes. It was real."

"Who gives a rat's ass about "real"?" Marty scoffed. "We're talking about ghosts here, Walter. There's no such thing."

Walter scowled. "That's where you're wrong, Martin." He then raised his hand, holding a talisman, and began chanting in Latin, while Marty rolled his eyes.

"Okay, nutjob. End of meeting." He turned around and came face-to-face with the same ghost that killed Jay; screaming, he fell to the floor and the ghost began dragging him towards the fan, which turned itself on…again. "Oh, God, no! Please, no!"

"You ruined it, Martin!" Walter shouted, following at a distance. "Everything I worked for!"

"Oh, God!" Marty screamed, struggling to get free. "Walter!"

Walter cackled. "Now you're gonna find out what being a ghost is really like."

"Walter, please!" Marty cried. "Walter, help me!" Just as he was inches away from the fan, two shotguns went off, blasting the ghost away; Dean and Liz approached, weapons in hand, while Sam turned off the fan.

Marty stared up at them, relieved and impressed. "You both are one hell of a P.A."

"Yeah, I know," Dean agreed, helping him up.

"What are you doing?" Walter asked, surprised.

"I could ask you the same thing, Walter," Sam remarked, moving around his siblings and Marty; Walter began climbing up the stairs to the scaffolding. "Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter."

Walter shook his head, death gripping the talisman. "You don't understand."

"You know what? You're right, I don't understand," Sam agreed, nudging his mind in order to get the truth.

"Just…wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work," Walter explained, unaware that his mind was being altered. "It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it! And then they want you to smile and say, "Thank you"."

Sam sighed. "Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it."

Walter scoffed. "Look…I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay."

"Sorry, can't do that," Dean said seriously. "It's not that we like him or anything, it's just a matter of principle."

"In other words, Walter, we aren't letting you kill anyone else," Liz added.

Walter frowned. "Then I'm sorry, too." He then raised the talisman again.

"Walter. Walter, pl- don't," Sam pleaded.

Walter began his chanting; the set began to shake, and three ghosts appeared, including the man who murdered Jay.

"Sam!" Dean shouted as he and Liz raised their guns; the ghosts, all of whom were deformed in some way, began walking closer, growling. "Come on, come on."

Suddenly, they disappeared, confusing both the Winchesters and Marty; then, out of nowhere, Sam was knocked to the floor - the ghosts were now invisible. Cursing, Dean helped him up.

"Come on, come on! Move!"

The Winchesters and Marty began running away while the lights on set began firing off; the four of them ran into another building and shut the door behind them. Both Dean and Liz reloaded their guns.

""Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!"" Dean quoted from the movie "Die Hard", doing the accent that Bruce Willis used as "John McClane"; he was angry and then he turned around and realized they'd entered the abandoned house set, and they hadn't actually reached any real shelter. "Oh, man!"

"Not good," Liz moaned.

"I can't believe this," Marty gasped. "Ghosts are real!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "What makes you say that?" and they looked around, ready to fight.

"But I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?" Marty asked.

"Probably that talisman," Sam suggested, and then, suddenly, he took out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Marty asked.

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then…maybe…" Sam muttered as he used his cell phone camera to scan the room; suddenly he saw one of the ghosts a few feet away, heading straight for Dean and Liz. "Dean! Liz! Right there!" he pointed and they shot it. "Got him." He then picked up another ghost. "Hey! Right there!"

Both Dean and Liz fired again; they then noticed Walter walking around the upper level. Sam then handed his phone to Marty.

"Here, you get the idea?"

Marty nodded, taking the phone. "Yeah."

"All right, you hold them off," Sam told them. "I'm going after Walter." And he left the set.

Marty held the phone in front of him, looking for ghosts. "I cannot believe there's an afterlife."

"Oh, there's an afterlife, all right," Dean agreed, reloading his gun. "But mostly, it's a pain in the ass."

"Especially when it comes to vengeful spirits," Liz added, reloading her own gun.

Marty kept scanning the room with the phone, and saw a ghost. "There!" he then ducked to his left as the Winchester twins shot it.

Walter left the set through the back exit and came face-to-face with Sam.

"It's over, Walter," Sam told him, nudging his mind. "Now give it to me."

Instead of agreeing, Walter threw the talisman on the ground, shattering it. "There, okay? Now no one can have it."

Sam stared at the broken talisman in horror and began backing away. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"Oh, yeah?" Walter asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

Walter didn't understand. "And why not?"

"Because you just freed them," Sam explained. "We can't stop them now. Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you." And just then, Marty and his siblings joined them outside.

Walter scoffed clearly unaware of the danger he was now in. "Yeah? So, why not?" Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground and began screaming in pain; blood began to seep through his clothing. Marty raised the cell phone and saw all of the ghosts tearing Walter apart. Sam had been right, it was too late to save him.

A few days later, the crew had resumed filming. "Kendra" and "Mitch" were now in the abandoned house; "Kendra" was scanning the room with her cell phone.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. There!" she shouted, pointing, and "Mitch" fired his gun. From the sidelines, McG was watching, ecstatic.

"But I don't understand," "Kendra" said, searching for more ghosts. "How can the spirits appear in the camera phone?"

"Mitch" shrugged, rearming his gun. "The video must pick up their frequencies in a way that our eyes can't."

"Oh, God. Oh, God," "Kendra" moaned, searching. "Right there!" and "Mitch" fired again.

"Cut! Oh, print that one," McG said, excited. "That's in the movie!" he then went onto the stage. "Loved it, kids. Loved it."

Meanwhile, Marty, Liz, and Sam were also watching from the sidelines.

"You find out there's an afterlife, and this is what you do with it?" Sam asked, surprised.

Marty grinned. "I needed a little jazz on the page." And he began texting.

"It works for me," Liz remarked as they left the set. "And, I think it makes the movie better when you think about it."

"True."

Sam and Liz were walking among the trailers; when they passed Tara's trailer, the door opened, and Dean came out, clearly disheveled, and he smirked. Tara also came outside as well, wearing a robe.

"You're one hell of a P.A," she told him.

Dean grinned. "Thank you."

Tara then noticed Sam and Liz. "Hi."

"Hi," Liz responded, repressing an eye roll at what Dean had now done. 'He just couldn't resist.'

Sam smiled uncomfortably before they all walk off; Dean grabbed some food from a table on the way out and Liz sighed. Sam looked back at Tara, who was clearly satisfied and was watching them leave; for a moment, it looked like the Winchesters were walking into the sunset, much like an old western, but then suddenly the entire background shifted around and it turned out to be a big screen. The Winchesters walked straight ahead, and it moved to the side.

"God, I love this town," Dean declared as they continued walking with L.A in the far distance while people and golf carts and trucks moved around the lot; he turned around for a moment to look at a woman who just passed him and then they continued walking.

A/N: And cut! That's a wrap! See you all next time. R&R everyone!