*Cautiously posts new chapter* I know this isn't gaining much of a following cuz it's not that original but hang in there guys haha reviews would be much appreciated

the episodes in this chapter include: The Monster at the End of the Book, and the Rapture

I do not own Supernatural

"You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"

That caught the Winchesters in surprise. LARPing? What on the face of the earth was that? Dean sure didn't know. He turned to Sam, who only shrugged. They had come to the comic book store for a case, and now the man behind the counter was supposedly calling them out. "Excuse me?"

"You're fans."

"Fans of what?" Sam asked, incredulous.

"What is 'LARPing'?"

The man grinned. "Like you didn't know." Still getting no response from the siblings, he continued. "Live-Action-Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too."

Sam held in a laugh, but Dean just stared blankly at the cashier. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... 'Supernatural.' One's a girl, one's a guy, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Shelby and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?"

Sam, still particularly amused by all this, said, "Sam and Dean?"

"That's it!"

In the end, they ended up buying the entire series.

Back in their motel room, Dean decided to flip through some of the pages while Sam researched them on the internet. "This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?"

"You got me." Sam shrugged.

The books, Dean realized, had everything about their lives in them. He stood and headed over to his sister. "How come we haven't heard of them before?"

"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one – "No Rest For The Wicked" –" She winced, and turned the computer to Dean. "Ends with you going to hell."

"I reiterate. Freaking insane." He sat himself into a chair next to Sam, and browsed through the website. "Check it out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"

"Yeah."

"Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says 'the demon storyline is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic.' Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it." Damn straight. Nobody had the right to complain about the plot-holes of their life. "Hmm… there are 'Sam fans' and 'Dean fans' and- what's a 'slash-fan'?"

Sam sighed. "As in… Sam-slash-Dean. Together."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "You mean, like, together-together?"

"Yeah." She said quietly.

"They do know we're siblings, right?"

Sam shook her head. "Doesn't seem to matter."

Dean was disgusted. There was just no way he would ever even think of a relationship like that with his sister. It was just gross. "Oh, come on… that… that's just sick." He closed the laptop.

Turns out, they were going to have to pay a visit to the author. The problem is, they figured out that the the author used a pen name when he published the books. So they had to figure out his actual name, and both decided the publisher was their best bet.

"So you published the 'Supernatural' books?" Sam asked.

"Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books... You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know – "Doctor Sexy, M.D."?" She scoffed. "Please. I mean, there is some romance in Supernatural, but it isn't an overload."

Dean took offense to that. He actually watched some of the TV show adaptation to that, and took quite an interest in it.

Noticing Dean's slight predicament, Sam continued, smiling thinly, "Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series."

"Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again." The publisher agreed.

Publishing even more books about their private life? No thanks. Him and Sam had had enough troubles lately, with the apocalypse and everything. "No, no, no, no. God, no. I mean, why – why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and all." It was kind of weird speaking in third person like that, but he had to, for his own sake.

Suddenly, she got really emotional, taking Sam and Dean by surprise. "Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones, because Dean was so... strong... and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in – In "Heart," when Sam had to kill Mason, the first man since Jessie she really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help."

Dean became overwhelmed. Him and Sam hadn't mentioned Mason in ages, and for a quick reassurance he turned to her to see how she was doing.

Mason was a real low. Sam had genuinely loved him, and Dean believed Mason loved her back. The problem was that he was a werewolf who couldn't control his own instincts to kill. Dean offered to shoot him, but Sam did it instead.

Dean would never forget that heartbroken face of hers. He never wanted to see a face like that again.

So, when Dean looked to Sam, her hands were trembling, but otherwise Dean assumed she was ok.

The publisher turned away. "Gosh, if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings."

This made Sam crack a smile, and Dean scoffed. "Real men?"

"I mean, how often do you cry like that? Or, open up to some nosy little sister."

"Nosy little-" Sam started.

"Right now, I'm crying on the inside." Dean said rather quickly.

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny."

"How do I know you two are legit, hmm?"

Legit? That's a funny word. "Oh, trust me. We're… um… we're legit."

"Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my Winchesters."

"No! No, no, no, never." For some reason, Sam was stammering.

Dean was amused, but he was also lost in the conversation. "No, that's…" Her Winchesters? Were they some sort of item now?

"We- we're actually big fans." Sam said.

The publisher hummed. "Read the books?"

"Cover to cover." Dean replied, and Sam grunted in agreement.

"What's the year and model of the car?" She switched to interrogation mode, it seems.

"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala." Dean answered proudly.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my-" Sam paused to correct herself. "That's Sam's birthday."

Dean answered, "January 24th is Dean's birthday."

"Not bad." The publisher said. "Sam's score on the LSAT?"

LSAT was so long ago though. How was Sam going to remember something like that, after all that has happened in their hunting lives? "One… seventy four?" She said, as if a question.

The publisher looked skeptical, but continued anyway, pleased with the answer. "Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues'."

After proving they were true fans and some skepticism passed through, the publisher gave them the author's name.

His name was Chuck Shurley.

After Dean rang the doorbell, Chuck emerged from behind the door. His eyes narrowed at first. "You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked.

"The Chuck Shurley that wrote the 'Supernatural' books?" Sam added.

"Maybe. Why?" He said tentatively.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, before Dean decided to do the talking. "I'm Dean, this is Sam. The Dean and Sam you've been writing about."

With that, Chuck shut the door on them. This annoyed them to no end. Dean rang the doorbell again, and with hesitation, Chuck reopened the door a crack. "Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." He tried to shut the door again, but Dean made a move to stop him.

Dean sighed. "See, here's the thing. We have a life, and you've been using it to write books." A life that nobody should have the privilege of reading into. It was their own private life, dammit. He forced himself into the house, making Chuck back up. Sam followed in after them with a shrug.

"Now, wait a minute. This isn't funny." Chuck stammered.

"Damn straight, it isn't funny." Dean said. Seriously, who thinks they could publish a biography of the Winchesters without their permission? Sure, it doesn't have much of a following, but it just felt invading.

"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it." Sam tried, obviously more calm than her brother.

"I'm not doing anything." Chuck said.

"Are you a hunter?" Dean demanded.

"What? No. I'm a writer."

"Then how do you know so much about demons?" Dean asked, advancing on Chuck, who fell back onto his couch. "And Tulpas, changelings?"

"Is this some kind of "Misery" thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a "Misery" thing!"

"No, it's not a 'misery' thing. Believe me, we are not fans." Dean stated bluntly. What was it going to take to convince this guy?

"Well, then, what do you want?!" Chuck asked desperately.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean." Sam said.

"Sam, as in, for Samantha?" Chuck asked, and she nodded. He shook his head. "Sam and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!"

They exchanged a final look, and ended up showing Chuck their supply cache of weapons, real fake IDS, and demon warding supplies.

When they finally seemed to convince him who they were, Dean introduced themselves with their full names. Chuck finally realized that they were the real deal.

However, thanks to Chuck, they got a lead on Lilith. Dean didn't approve of it… it meant that his sister was going to sleep with the demon (who was a little girl for crying out loud! No way she would pull it off)

At first, it was all a bit amusing. Reading the manuscripts that predict their every move and thought. They try to outsmart the manuscripts, but they only found themselves in the same spot. Dean was about to lose patience with Chuck, until Castiel appeared out of nowhere to announce that Chuck was really a prophet of the lord.

So, that was when Dean decided to head back to the motel Sam remained in, waiting for Lilith. To his frustration, she burned all the hex bags. He told her that it was all going to happen soon, unless they leave, because Chuck was a 'prophet of the lord'. "Lilith is going to slaughter you." He only cared about her well-being, after all.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't." Sam was very passive-aggressive about this, which Dean didn't approve of.

"So what, you think you can take her?"

"Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on." She said.

Dean sighed. "Samantha…"

"You think I'll do it, don't you?" Sam protested. "You think I'll go dark side."

Dean broke. "Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" He hated bringing this up, but if he needed to make a point, he needed to make a point. Sam looked up, surprised. "Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly. Cas told me, okay?"

Sam inhaled sharply. "What else did he tell you?"

"Nothing I don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why, and we don't know how." It was honestly scaring him. He didn't want his sister to turn dark, oh no. He wanted her to understand the importance of this. He only wanted what was best for her, after all, and facing Lilith right now? That wasn't the best decision in Dean's book.

Sam stuttered. "It's not what you think."

However, Dean grabbed his bag. He was leaving, and if he had to drag her out of the motel, so be it. Dean stopped at the door, and turned around. "You coming?"

"No."

Frustrated, Dean left the bag by the door and stormed out of the room. He asked Castiel for help, and he recieved very important information.

They ended up saving Sam, who was 'battling' with Lilith on the bed, (Lilith had found a very handsome male vessel, in order to suit Sam's taste) but Dean and Chuck were able to charge into the room. An archangel threatened to appear, his power shaking the room. Lilith retreated, and everything was ok.

In the end, Sam told Dean that she swore Lilith wasn't going to survive the apocalypse. Dean was very skeptical, especially with her use of the demon blood, but he knew somehow she will make it through. If there was anything about her that amazed Dean, (of course, many qualities of her surprised him and made him proud) it was her stubbornness.

However, it wasn't long after that case (rather, the very next day) that they received a phone call. It came from one of John's old phones, and the man on the other side acted as if he was another of John's sons.

Dean was infuriated, and Sam was nonetheless intrigued. Nevertheless, they decided it was worth a visit, especially if there was another case involved.

It happened during the middle of a fight, and they were all in danger, of course nothing unusual. They all saw Sam slice the neck of a demon and drink their blood, and it was the worst sight any sore eyes would see. Dean was disgusted, disappointed, and upset, but she quickly got rid of the demon problem while Castiel solved the issue about his vessel.

They drove in the Impala in silence. Sam had already washed the blood from her mouth and hands, and turned to Dean. He knew what they had to do next, and it wasn't the greatest thing that he wanted to do. Not on his to do list. However, it had to be done.

"Say something, please." She begged. "I… I know you're mad."

"I'm not mad, Samantha." He said, staring at the road ahead of him. Anything else apart from her.

"You're… not?"

"Nope." His grip tightened around the wheel.

"Just… just let me explain myself, then."

"Don't." Dean said. "Just don't. I don't care."

Sam sank back into the chair. "You.. don't?"

"What do you want me to say, that I'm disappointed? Yeah, I am. But, mostly, I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I am just done." Dean sighed. There wasn't really anything he could do, was there? He could tell she was upset, but Dean couldn't take it anymore. He hated, especially, what he was about to do, and dreaded the moment her phone rang.

"Hey, Bobby."

So, they went over to Bobby's. The plan was about to be put into action, and he wondered how his sister was going to react.

They approached a large, metal door. "Well, thanks for shaking a tail." Bobby was saying.

"Yeah, you got it." Dean said.

Sam opened the large door. "Go on inside, I want to show you something." Bobby told her. She nodded, and went inside cautiously. There was a bed, but nothing else was much in there.

"All right. So what's the big demon problem?" Sam asked, turning back around. Dean and Bobby hung back, Dean not trying to speak a word.

"You are. This is for your own good." Bobby said.

"Guys? Hey, hey!" They shut the door on her. "What?! This isn't funny. Guys!"

They walked away from her, and her screams of protest continued on as they left the basement. Dean wasn't sure how he was going to survive this guilt. His sister didn't deserve this, he knew that, but he told himself it was only for the best. He only ever wanted what was best for her.