Chapter 16

"How close are we?" Dean asked, from the front seat.

"About five minutes," Addy replied from the backseat, looking at the GPS on her phone as she met Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror. She narrowed her eyes at him in glare and she swore she saw him smirk before she tore her eyes away.

Every since the other day they hadn't been on the best of terms. Mainly because he always had a smug look on his face when he caught her glaring at him for too long and she wanted to wipe the look off his face.

The Impala sped into the motel parking lot and Dean parked half hazardly in a spot. The trio all barreled out, except for Dean who paused, staring at a line of cars just like his.

"Dean let's go," Addy said, coming up to him and pulling him along by the arm," Chuck needs us."

They make it to the entrance of the hotel and Chuck is there, pacing back and forth and biting his nails. He spots them and his eyes widen as he runs down the steps to meet them," Guys?"

"What's going on?" Dean asked, looking around for any signs of danger.

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

"What the hell do you mean what are we doing here?" Addy asked with a raised brow," You sent us a text. This address. Life or death."

"Ah, no I didn't," he said, his eyes darting back and forth.

"Yeah you did," Sam argued.

"I didn't send you a text," Chuck says, growing more nervous.

"We drove all night!" Dean yelled.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could…" his eyes widened in realization," Oh no."

"What?" Dean asked and a girl squealed and came barreling down the stairs.

"Sam! You made it!" she squealed.

"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam asked awkwardly and instantly Addy remembered her and that wasn't a good thing.

"Oh, you remembered," she squealed and then lowered her voice and added," You been thinking about me?"

Addy raised a brow at her and she noticed.

"Sorry, Addy," she said, sounding anything but," Forgot Sam was your territory."

"Not anymore," Addy said with a mischievous smile and Becky's eyes lit up as Sam shot Addy a glare.

"In that case," Becky said with a wide, braces filled smile," I've been thinking about you too."

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

"What? They're going to want to see it! " she said with an excited smile.

"See what?" the three hunters asked at the same time.

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

A man appears at the top of the stairs with a clipboard and called," Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime."

Becky turned and ran up the stairs as Chuck looked to them with a scared gaze," Guys. I'm sorry. For everything."

They looked between each other, confused and then followed after him and into the hotel.

They made it into the foyer and they stopped dead in their tracks with wide eyes. People were dressed in costumes and some even had black eyes. Supernatural books and merchandise were everywhere. Addy spotted a woman in jeans, a skin tight shirt, and a black curly wig and she nearly threw up.

A man walked by with a beer and pointed to Dean," Hey Dean, looking good."

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked, not understanding how the man knew his name.

He turned back to him," I'm Dean too. Duh. "

Addy looked the man up and down to see he was dressed like Dean down to his amulet. He walked away and they stared after him.

A man in a scarecrow costume and a sythe in one hand a soda in the other passes them and waves his hands in mock defeat," Uh-oh. It's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now. Have fun you two. Aaaah!"

He jiggled his sythe in Sam's face and then left with a laugh.

"Becky, what is this?" Sam asked, turning to her.

"It's awesome!" she said with a wide grin," A supernatural convention, the first ever. "

"I'm killing Chuck," Addy said with a completely straight face.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy, Sam, and Dean stand at the back of the convention room with similar, pained expressions. Becky stands excitedly beside Sam. The man with the clipboard stepped onto the stage to get everyone to quiet down.

"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," he said into the mic and Addy snorted a laugh.

Dean shot her a look which she returned with a raised brow.

"And at 4:30 there's the Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural," he continued and all three of them raised eyebrows.

"Think I might go to that one," Addy said and both brothers glared at her this time.

"At 5 we have the discussion on the Addy Turner and Sam Winchester relationship," he continued and they shifted uncomfortably," Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp. 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!"

The small audience cheered as Chuck walked onto the stage and the three of them glared. Awkwardly, Chuck tapped the microphone and it gave a loud screech over the speakers.

"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I-" he cleared his throat loudly," Dry mouth."

He devoured a bottle of water on stage and went on," Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?"

Every hand in the room went up," Uh...you?"

A skinny man in the front row shoots up out of his seat," Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam, Dean, and Addy in the first place?"

He glanced back at the three of them and they stared back, listening for his answer.

"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me," he said with a shrug.

Hands shoot into the air again.

"You."

A tiny woman stood up and asked in a small voice," Why is Addy with Sam? She so obviously belongs with Dean. They're so alike."

Both brothers turned to look at Addy who stared at Chuck with a death wish in her eyes.

"Uh, well, uh," he stuttered.

"Even in the books he liked her more than Sam did at first. He only picked all those fights with her because he was trying to get rid of his feelings so Sam could have her because he was going to hell," she continued and Addy's eyed widened.

"Yeah, but Sam and Addy are…" Chuck began, searching for an answer.

Another woman shot up," In the epilogue of the last book she was crying every night because of those nightmares of Dean in hell."

Dean glanced at her at the same time she looked at him and she quickly turned away and looked down at the ground. He kept looking at her as she looked everywhere but at him.

"Well Sam and Addy are good too," Chuck said quickly.

"But they don't have that crazy sexual tension like Addy and Dean-" someone else began to say but Chuck cut them off. It was a good thing to because at this point Addy's face was so hot she thought she might overheat.

"Next question!"

He pointed and a man dressed in a long leather coat and wide brimmed hat with a hook hand stood up and asked something in a heavy German accent.

Addy had stopped listening. At the mention of sexual tension, her mind had wandered to the other night. Even though she was mad at him, she couldn't deny it had been good. His hands on her body, his lips on her neck, the feel of him between her legs and that low growl he gave in the back of his throat when she touched him.

He said something about incentive, but he hadn't clarified on incentive to do what. She wanted him and yeah she was pissed, but she wanted him bad.

She snapped out of it when she saw Becky storming towards the man," Hey! If you don't like the books don't read em Fritz."

"Ok, Ok, just..okay. So, next question," Chuck said, defusing the tension and points to someone else," Yeah, you."

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

"Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out," he said and cleared his throat," Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again."

Everyone erupts in applause and cheering. The hunters in the back stand rigidly still, looking prepared for battle.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy stands in the hotel bathroom, bracing her hands over the sink. She couldn't get Dean out of her head. His smile, his smell, his jacket, his voice, all of it was killing her. She groaned and stared at herself in the mirror.

With a frown she realized this was the third day in a row she'd kept her hair down. Vaguely, she remembered his comment on liking it that way. She ran her hands through her hair. A permanent flush was on her cheeks because of Dean and she didn't like it.

What was he trying to accomplish by leaving her like that?

She sighed and let go of the counter top. Mainly because she thought it might crack as her grip got tighter and tighter. She exited the bathroom and collided with Dean's chest.

"Just who I didn't want to see," she mumbled under her breath," Did you talk to Chuck?"

"Yeah and nearly got our guns out of the car because of the scavenger hunt," he said.

She raised a brow," So you told Chuck no more books right?"

"Yeah, but we let it go…for now," he replied and glanced over her shoulder at the bathroom door," What took you so long?"

"I didn't know me using the bathroom had a time limit," she said sarcastically.

He smirked," You're pissed at me."

"No shit Sherlock," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Why?" he asked, leaning his hand casually on the wall and looking down to her.

"You dry humped me and then left me half undressed to give me some sort of incentive," she said, using air quotes around the word incentive.

"And did it?" he asked.

"I don't exactly know what you're giving me incentive to do," she said, growing frustrated.

He tilted his head in agreement and with a clearly amused smile asked," You want me to tell you?"

"You know what you can take your incentive and shove it up your ass," she said and began to walk away. She was proud of herself for it until Dean grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into the wall, towering over her.

"Dean, I'm not doing this again," she said, trying to get away but he put his hands firmly on her hips and shoved her back into the wall.

"Do you want an answer or not?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Yes," she said, determined not to let his hands on her make her lose her focus.

"You know how I feel about you," he said, staring into her eyes," Hell, you heard what they said in there. I've felt something for you for a long time."

"Still not seeing what this has to do with you leaving me the other night?" she asked with an eye roll.

"You know how I feel, but I don't know how you feel," he said and she narrowed her eyes," Until I hear it…I'll keep leaving when you need me most."

"What makes you think I'll give you an opportunity for me to need you?" she asked with a smirk.

"What do you think this is right now?" he asked and to make a point his hand trailed from her hip to the edge of her shirt. He pulled it up and touched her bare skin.

"So that's how you're gonna get me to break," she said with a scoff," Make me horny enough and I'll just confess undying love."

"That'd be funnier if it wasn't working," he said, keeping his eyes on hers.

She leaned in close and whispered in his ear," You think you're the only one who can be a tease?"

With that, she grabbed his collar and before he knew it he had his back against the wall.

She gave him a seductive smirk and leaned into him," I'm a big girl, Dean. I don't need you to get off."

"Oh is that so?" he asked, unable to resist the urge to look at her lips.

"Yup. In fact when you left I took care of it myself," she said, her lips barely brushing his," And let's not forget there are more than one Dean's here today who can help me out with my little problem."

He practically growled and grabbed her. He pulled her by the arm into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Turning back to her, he connected their lips. He walked them back until her back hit the counter and lifted her onto it so he could stand between her legs.

"Someone's…getting jealous," she said between kisses.

"You…are…mine," he said, trailing kissed down her neck and chest and she had to hold onto him so she didn't fall into the sink.

"Possessive much," she teased as he looked her in the eye.

"I'm the one and only Dean," he said and pulled her by the legs so she could feel him against her sex," And don't you forget it princess."

She kissed up and down his neck as she whispered," Maybe I'll win this little game you're playing, Dean? Maybe you'll need me too much."

She pushed him away and hopped off the counter, but not before giving him a long hot kiss and saying," How's that for incentive?"

Seconds later, she sauntered out of the bathroom with a smug smile to herself.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy found Sam sitting at the bar, nursing a beer.

"Hey," she said, taking a seat next to him and looking to the bartender," Scotch on the rocks."

"Hey," Sam replied," Dean went looking for you. Did you see him?"

"Uh no," she replied casually," I must have missed him."

Sam studied her for a few more seconds until her drink was set down in front of her. She took a sip and he noticed the corner of her lip twitch up in a small, almost unperceivable smile.

"You know I know when you're lying…right?" he asked.

She set down her glass," I'm not lying."

He scoffed," Yeah, you are."

"Why would I lie about seeing, Dean?" she challenged with a raised brow.

"Because you don't want to tell me there's something going on there," he answered, matching her expression.

"Trust me," she said with a sigh," There is nothing happening."

"Define nothing," Sam said with a smirk.

She shot him a look," I am not talking about this with my ex boyfriend."

"Why not?" he asked," We're friends. Just think of me as that gay guy you bitch to about your relationship blunders."

She snorted a laugh," It's not even remotely close to a relationship…and you're not gay."

"So what is it?" he asked with a chuckle.

She downed the rest of her drink in one gulp and looked to Sam," Like I said a fuck ton of nothing."

"For the last time I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost," a guy yelled from the lobby and they got up from their chairs to see what the noise was about.

"I'm sure it was just one of the ghost actors," his friend tried to reassure him as Addy and Sam go closer. She saw Dean from across the lobby and smirked for half a second before turning her attention back to he argument.

"Who beat the hell out of me and then vanished?" he continued, causing a scene.

"You saw something?" Sam asked him.

"This isn't part of the game jerk," he said to Sam and then turned back to his friend," Look, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same."

Sam and Addy exchanged a look as Dean came up to them.

"What do you think?" he asked them.

"I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting," Dean replied.

"I swear we can't go anywhere without his crap," Addy mumbled under her breath," We should go talk to an employee."

They walked up to the check in desk.

"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked politely.

"Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot," he said dismissively.

"Actually we ah...really want to talk to you," Dean said, slowly sliding a bill across the desk.

"Ok. You guys are really into this," he said with a shrug, accepting the money," What do you want to know?"

"The Leticia Gore thing," Addy said, leaning close," Any truth to it?"

"We generally don't like to publicize this to...normal people," he said, looking her up and down," but yeah. 1909 this place was called Gore Orphanage. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself."

"And is tonight really her anniversary?" Dean followed up.

"Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity."

"There been any sightings?" Sam asked.

"Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them," he lowered his voice and added," A janitor even saw Miss Gore once."

"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean asked.

"Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds," he said condescendingly.

Dean slid another bill across the table and he answered," The attic."

SUPERNATURAL

Addy crawled through the small space to get into the attic with ease. Sam and Dean followed after her with more difficulty as she turned on the EMF and it began beeping rhythmically.

"EMF's going crazy," she said," Definitely something here."

"Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it," Dean said, brushing off his clothes as they turned on their flashlights.

"No way this ends well," Sam said with a sigh.

"Yeah well serves them right," Dean said with a frown.

"Dean..." Sam said with a warning tone.

"I'm just saying," he said, walking off in a different direction.

Addy and Sam looked after him.

"Go see if he's okay?" Sam asked her.

"Sure," she replied, walking after him and slowing down once she caught up.

"Really not into his whole convention thing are you?" she asked casually, scanning the attic with her light.

"About as much as you are," he replied.

"Yeah, but it's getting under your skin…why?" she asked, finally looking at him.

"These people are walking around being us," Dean said coming to a stop," That doesn't get under your skin too?"

"Yeah, Dean it does," she said, crossing her arms," but I don't have anything against these people. They're just escaping reality. All of us want that."

"Yeah, but why does I have to be us?" he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose," What's so great about…"

He trailed off, seeing Addy's eyes trained on something behind him.

"What's wrong?" he asked as her eyes didn't move.

"Dean turn around," she whispered and then said louder," Sam come over here."

Dean turned to see a little boy, crouched in the corner with his hands covering his head. Sam came up next to Addy as the three of them stared.

"My mommy loves me," he said, rocking back and forth," I said my mommy loves me."

"I'm sure she does," Sam said carefully.

"My mommy loves me this much!" he said and then moved his hands to reveal bloodied flesh where half of his head is missing.

Addy covers her mouth with a gasp as he disappears.

"What was wrong with his head?" Dean asked, still staring at the same spot.

"She scalped him," Addy said, doing the same.