A/N: I really did just forget this time, I'm really sorry. I would blame business with school, but I really have no excuse. Forgive me and enjoy the chapter!

"I'm pretty sure these guys think I'm responsible for Becky's death," Liv said anxiously as hit the ground floor of the morgue. Ravi looked up from where he was examining the body of a hit-and-run victim.

"What guys?" Ravi asked, stripping off his gloves.

"The FBI guys! I had a vision of who killed Becky, and they wanted to know what the heck the spacing out was for!" Liv stopped in the center of the room. "Aside from that, Becky knows," pause, "knew all about zombies."

"Well, how much did she know?"

"Enough to make Don E kill her." Liv started pacing up and down the front area of the morgue. "She knew all about zombies and Blaine's old Lucky U operation that Don E's made his own. That's why Don E killed her."

She stopped again and stared at Ravi with worsening panic. "And as another aside, I'm pretty sure that Rose and Tyler know everything Becky knew about zombies."

Ravi propped his arm on his elbow and put his fist under his chin. "You know, I've been doing a bit of research on those FBI agents. I thought their faces looked familiar, so I searched through FBI records."

Liv waited. "And?"

Ravi grinned slightly. "And...Rose and Tyler are not agents working for the FBI. In fact, Rose and Tyler don't even exist in the database. But you know who does?" Ravi made his way into his office, Liv following quickly on his heels. He opened his laptop and clicked open a tab.

"Sam and Dean Winchester."

Liv's eyes widened. There were two pictures on the screen, two mugshots. One was of Agent Rose pulling a Blue Steel, with Winchester, Dean printed underneath. The other mugshot was of Agent Tyler, looking less than happy to be in front of that camera.

"Winchester, Sam," Liv muttered. "In my first vision, Becky called Tyler 'Sam'."

Ravi nodded, opening another tab and searching the names. "As you may recall, Sam and Dean Winchester have been fugitives at the top of the FBI's Most Wanted list two or three times each. They were all over the news for those serial killings across the country, last time. Then they were reported dead after a supposed escape attempt when they were in custody." On the page were numerous articles on the Winchesters and their killing sprees.

Liv nodded, sitting down in shock. "I remember. It's just hard to believe that they're here, now. Why would they risk being recognized in order to investigate this woman's death?"

Ravi typed something else, clicking onto Sam Winchester's file. "A little while before that last killing spree, there was a marriage certificate registered for the names Becky Rosen and Sam Winchester. Then, like a few days later, the divorce agreement was signed. Guess they didn't get along."

"Well, yeah. He came back to investigate the death of his ex-wife. That makes enough sense, I suppose." Liv sat, thinking.

"You know what I find curious," Ravi said, though Liv wasn't paying much attention. "Is that Sam and Dean share the same first names of the main characters of Supernatural." Liv blinked, staring at Ravi. Of course, it had only been a few hours, so she hadn't had time to examine the books yet. She wouldn't know that.

"What about last names?"

Ravi shook his head. "As far as I know, the writer never gave them last names. It was always just "Sam and Dean" or "the boys" or "the brothers".

"And who was the writer?"

"Carver Edlund, a pen name. No one actually knew who he was. Though, a few people did get a look at him at one of the Supernatural conventions. I think Becky was there too, she was posting about it on Twitter the entire time."

Becky sits at her computer, typing what she is sure will be considered a fictional masterpiece.

"Sam touches Dean's clavicle," she says softly as she types. "'This feels wrong,' Dean says. 'Then I don't wanna be right,' Sam answers."

Becky sits back, resting her hands and back. Her back is stiff and her fingers are cramping. Oh well. If that's the price to pay for good literature, then it's soo worth it.

There's a small ding from her computer. Someone wants to Skype? Becky clicks on the alert, and the scream suddenly fills with the tired looking face of a bearded man. Becky's eyes widen, and she flaps her hands in excitement.

"You..." she breathes, hardly able to get the words out. "You're Carver Edlund! I am your biggest fan!"

Edlund nods, looking slightly irritated. "Yeah... I know. I received all your letters. All of them. Every single one." He blinks, shaking his head. "But that's not why I'm calling you, Becky. You're the only one who can help me."

Becky cocks her head to the side. "How? Just tell me what I can do!"

"It's real. All of it. Everything in the books actually happened."

Becky sighs, looking away from the camera atop her monitor. "You shouldn't mock me, Mr. Edlund. I know the difference between reality and fiction."

"I'm telling you the truth."

Becky gasps, flapping her hands about again. "I-I knew it!"

"Forget all that now," Edlund says. "We're on a timetable."

Becky takes a deep breath. "Of course, Mr. Edlund. What do you need?"

"It's Chuck. And I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean Winchester."

Ravi made a face, ignorant of Liv's shuddering gasp. "I wanted to go to that convention, but the day before it began, I was swamped with work. Like five people got themselves murdered here in Seattle, and I didn't have an assistant back then! I had a friend who went, said the whole thing was one of the best conventions he'd ever gone to!"

Too soon, another vision flickered on in Liv's mind.

"Stand back!" Dean roars. Becky is slammed against the wall, and Dean stands with his legs apart, guarding the door. The salt line is blown away, and the doors whip open, revealing a very dead-looking child. An evil grin crosses his face and he steps into the room.

Dean picks up a long piece of metal from next to the fireplace, iron, Becky correctly guesses. He swings it through the ghost-child, watching as it evaporates, then reforms behind him.

Dean takes another swing, but the child flicks him against the wall, and the iron pole falls from his hand.

Liv gave another shuddering gasp, and this time Ravi noticed. "Liv? Liv, what's wrong?" She gripped onto his lab coat with almost frightening strength. "It's all real," she mumbled.

"What?" Ravi asked. "What's all real?"

Liv looks up in shock, seeking his eyes. "Supernatural. Everything in that book series is all true."

Ravi shook his head. "No, no. That can't be true, Liv! It's all about fighting the actual supernatural! Ghosts and demons, with some angels thrown into the mix! It can't be real!"

"Look at me!" Liv exclaimed, standing and beginning to pace again. "I'm real! I'm a freaking zombie, Ravi! Why couldn't the rest of it be real, too?"

Ravi's mouth moved, though no sound left it. Liv moved suddenly, leaving the office. She walked toward the clothing rack and grabbed her back, slinging it over her shoulder.

"I have to go talk to the Winchesters," she explained to Ravi, who still was at quite a loss for words. "I have to tell them what's been going so they don't go killing random, innocent zombies that they think are monsters!"

Ravi finally found something to say. "Liv, you can't! They're monster hunters! If you tell them, assuming they don't already know, then they'll kill you too!"

Liv shook her head. "Not if I can get them to listen. I'll be okay." With that, she walked up the stairs and pulled out her phone, typing Dean's memorised number into her phone.