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by LeeMarieJack

Due to reader's requests I am continuing these things as a multi-chapter story. Lots of movies have been requested. Send your request in and I'll do what I can. Each chapter is a complete story. Each chapter is based on a different movie and I don't mention the movie's name If you can't guess it look at the reviews. I haven't fooled anyone yet. Warning: Occasional Wincest.

32. Chapter 32- Clue Redux

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The Winchesters belong to Kripke Enterprises and the CW, not me.

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Chapter 32 – Clue Redux

A/N: This is an apology chapter for Chapter 31, The Singing Telegram. I don't think Chapter 31 was any good. I wrote it when I was in a bad mood in an effort to cheer myself up and it didn't work, as far as I am concerned. Some of you claim to like it but Tim Curry and Madeleine Kahn have always been two of my favorite actors and I don't think Chapter 31 did them justice. So here is my second attempt at that wonderful movie.

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"Mail call! You have a letter. Here" Sam flipped a thick, cream colored envelope at his brother. Dean was lying on the couch and the envelope hit him in the chest.

The envelope flap was decorated with cheesy colored balloons and ornate writing proclaiming "You're Invited" in gold print.

"What the hell?" Dean sat up.

"What is it, Dean?" Sam asked, fluttering his eyelashes.

Dean was already suspicious, based solely on Sam's face. He ripped the envelope open.

"Crap," Dean growled. "I'm ordered, ordered mind you, to attend a murder mystery dinner. If I don't go they are going to expose my deepest, darkest secret to the world, as if I had any secrets left. It's signed by a Mr. Boddy.

Dean read on, "And, oh! It's right here. I don't even have to go anywhere. Sam, damn it! This is from you!"

Sam grinned and leaned over his brother. "Clever boy. Now," Sam put small objects on the coffee table, "here are some game pieces: a wrench and a rope, a revolver and a candlestick, a lead pipe and a knife. Now who do you want to be, Miss Scarlett or Mrs. White?"

"I don't want to be either." Dean objected.

"Oh, please be Mrs. White."" Sam whined. "See the pretty picture Colonel Mustard gave you."

Dean looked and said "I don't think people can get into that position."

"Sure they can, let me show you." Sam laid down on his brother and tried to twist Dean's legs around him.

"Get off me." Dean growled.

"Come on, Dean you have to play. I want to play the game. There are lots of murders and we have to hide the bodies until the FBI comes to clean up the crime scenes."

"The FBI doesn't clean up crime scenes."

Sam tut-tutted. "Sure they do. Why do you think it was run by a man named Hoover?"

"Now, come on. You either play the game or I'll tell the world your secret." Sam threatened.

"And just what secret would that be?" Dean pushed Sam off and Sam snickered.

"Dean wears ladies' underwear."