The Winchesters sped into the Pineview hotel parking lot and the brothers jumped out of the car, Milly chasing after them not too far behind. Chuck was pacing nervously right outside the front doors when he saw Sam and Dean running towards him.

"Chuck! There you are." Sam said, stopping in front of him.

"Guys?"

Milly caught up with them, standing behind Dean.

"What's going on?" he asked Chuck, who held a nervous look on his face.

"Uh, nothing. You know, just um- What are you guys doing here?"

"You told us to come."

"No, I didn't. Who's the kid?"

"Long story, and yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam asked.

"I didn't send you a text."

"We drove all night!" Dean exclaimed angrily.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what could...oh no." He sighed in exasperation.

"What?"

"SAM! You made it!" A blonde woman squealed from the top of the stairs by the doors, startling them all.

"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam asked as she came running down the stairs to stand in front of him. Milly found her manic expression unsettling as she watched from behind the brothers.

"Oh, you remembered. You been thinking about me." She said to Sam, her voice low.

"I…"

"It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either. "

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

"I just borrowed it from your pants." She replied casually.

"Becky…" He sighed in frustration.

"What? They're going to want to see it!"

"See what?" Sam and Dean replied in unison causing Becky's eyes to widen with excitement.

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

"Hey, Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime." the hotel manager called down to them and Becky ran up the stairs while Chuck turned to Sam and Dean.

"Guys. I'm sorry. For everything."

They looked at each other before Sam turned to Milly.

"Stay close to us alright?"

"Okay." She nodded, fearing what could possibly be up there.

They followed Chuck up the stairs and into the hotel where they stopped dead in their tracks at what was inside. A large man walked past with a stein of beer, nearly running into Dean.

"Hey Dean, looking good." He laughed.

"Who the hell are you?"

The man turned around, wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a blue button-up, and a brown leather jacket. Milly's eyes shifted over to Dean whose outfit was identical down to the amulet he always wore.

"I'm Dean too. Duh."

Dean turned to Sam with a confused look before noticing the scarecrow behind him. Sam turned around and jumped slightly as it approached them.

"Uh-oh. It's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now. Have fun you two. Aaaah!" He pretended to stab Sam with his scythe before walking away. Becky began giggling and Milly looked up at her in bewilderment.

Was this a fight? Were they in danger?

The entire room was filled with people dressed like them, their friends, and the monsters they've hunted. Tables of merchandise and Chuck's books stood in the middle of the room, Milly, not having a clue what any of it meant.

"Becky. what is this?" Sam asked, looking around in horror.

"It's awesome! A supernatural convention, the first-ever."

"I don't understand what's going on here," Milly whispered to Dean, who placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her close.

"You and me both, half-pint," he muttered back.

Everyone began filing into the auditorium where the con manager stood on stage speaking to the guests so they followed the crowd to stand in the back.

"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'. And at 4.30 there's the 'Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural. Oh, and of course, the big hunt starts at 7 pm sharp." he added, resulting in cheers and applause from the small audience in front of him, all dressed as characters from the books.

"But 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 audience applauded louder as Chuck timidly walked out on stage, trying not to look at Sam and Dean who stood in the back watching him with deadpan expressions.

"Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I..." He cleared his throat.

"Dry mouth." He explained before taking several long gulps from a bottle of water, the entire room silent while watching him.

"Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?"

Every hand shot up, startling him momentarily.

"Uh...you?" He pointed to a skinny guy dressed as Sam who jumped up with a grin.

"Hey, Mr. Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?"

Milly cocked her head in confusion, wondering what he meant by that.

Chuck glanced back at the real Sam and Dean who looked at him expectantly, curious to hear what he had to say.

"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me." he shrugged.

"Ok. Yeah. The hook man." He pointed to another man who stood up.

"Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam and Dean are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?"

"I...yeah, I really don't know."

"Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?"

"HEY! If you don't like the books, don't read 'em, Fritz!" Becky yelled at him, causing Milly to jump. She cautiously looked up at the woman who seemed ready to fight to the death.

"Ok, Ok, just..okay, it's okay. So, next question. Yeah, you."

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

Milly's eyebrows shot up and she looked up at Dean.

Books? Hell?

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

The audience erupted with excitement, leaping from their seats, cheering, and applauding.

In the foyer, Sam and Dean approached Chuck and Becky, Milly close behind, staring up at the people dressed as monsters.

"Excuse us," Dean said to Becky, turning to chuck.

"In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, ok? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap."

"Hey, I didn't call you!"

"He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?" Sam demanded.

"Um...for food and shelter?" Chuck replied, noticing the little blonde from earlier had been following them all afternoon.

"Seriously who is this?" Chuck asked, gesturing to Milly who stood behind Dean and the brothers shared a look of uncertainty.

"Oh what the hell," Dean muttered with a shrug.

"This is Milly Winchester." He smiled sarcastically, putting his hands on her shoulders, and moving her to stand in front of him.

"Milly who now?" Chuck asked in surprise, his voice slightly squeaky.

"Oh my god…" Becky gasped dramatically causing the girl to back up into Dean.

"Is that your daughter? You have a daughter? She looks just like you!" She squealed, causing Dean to roll his eyes.

"Is she actually yours? H-how did that um… how?" Chuck asked, bouncing his foot up and down anxiously.

"Like you don't know," Sam replied sarcastically.

"I actually don't. Never heard of her, ever."

"Well, that's not what we're here to talk about. Who gave you the rights to our life story?" Dean demanded angrily, letting go of Milly who shuffled back over to Sam.

"An Archangel and I didn't want it!"

"Well, deal's off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for…public consumption." Sam told him, glancing at Becky.

"Ah...Becky. Would you excuse us for just a second?" Chuck asked and she nodded quickly.

"Uh-huh!"

They followed chuck into a hallway in the back and he turned to face them.

"Do you guys know what I do for a living?"

"Yeah Chuck, we know." Sam sighed.

"Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, all right? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, Ok? Until the world ends, I gotta live, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?"

Suddenly a woman screamed and Sam and Dean immediately took off running towards it.

"Stay there Milly!" Dean called before she could chase after them.

"No, guys...wait!" Chuck exclaimed, but they were already gone. Milly looked up at him with wide eyes and she shifted uncomfortably.

"So… you're a Winchester, huh? Who's your mom?"

"Did you not just hear that?" She asked in concern.

"No it's-follow me." He sighed.

"They told me to-"

"No, it's fine. No one is in danger. Come on." he nodded, towards the foyer.

The three of them sat at the bar, Dean downing a shot, Sam staring at a beer, and Milly sitting between them, sipping an apple juice through a straw while deep in thought.

People were pretending to be Sam and Dean.

They were pretending to hunt a monster in the building.

Chuck somehow wrote books about them that all these people read.

The supernatural books were one of the most outlandish concepts she'd come across yet. Milly had read dozens of books in the past few months of being alive and they often provided somewhere else for her to go for a short time. She couldn't imagine reading about her own family's reality.

"For the last time, I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost." Someone exclaimed, causing all three of them to look over.

"We'll be right back, Mils," Sam told her, giving her shoulder a squeeze before he and Dean went over to talk to the guy.

Milly looked around the room and her eyes caught the crazy blonde woman who was watching her. She quickly looked away, not wanting the woman to approach her.

Sam and Dean walked back over just a few moments later and Milly hopped off the stool she sat on.

"What was that about?"

"Turns out, there might be something here after all. Sam and I are gonna check it out real quick."

"Can I come?"

"Not this time," he replied, as Sam grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from the bar.

"But what-"

"No, Milly. This place might actually have a ghost problem and I don't want you anywhere near it. So you're going to stay right here. Capiche?"

"Uh-huh." She mumbled sadly.

"Good girl. Try not to talk to any of these losers, okay?"

"Dean." Sam scolded and Dean looked back at him

"What, Sam? It's messed up."

"Here, you know how we were working on geography? While we're gone, see how many states you can name and spell." Sam told her, handing her the piece of paper and pencil.

Milly was intrigued by the challenge and nodded in approval as they walked away.

She sat at one of the empty table's chairs and began writing the states down. She'd already been to quite a few of them, knowing how to spell those. A few weeks ago, Sam began giving her books with questions in them to answer after them. She enjoyed the intellectual challenge.

Milly looked down at the paper and began counting the number of names she'd written down.

48

She thought to herself before writing down two more.

New Hampshire

Vermont

She always forgot about those two.

The kid tapped her pencil against the table out of boredom before looking around. Sam and Dean were no longer in the room, leaving her completely by herself surrounded by strangers who looked like people she knew. It was the most bizarre paradox. Sams, Deans, Bobbys, and even people dressed as monsters walked around the lobby, all chatting and having a nice time. The girl put the pencil down and clasped her hands on the table, trying to be patient.

Suddenly something blonde appeared beside her causing Milly to jump in her seat. She looked over to see that big-eyed woman from earlier sitting in the chair beside her. They stared at each other for an uncomfortably long second and a half, Milly not having the slightest clue how to proceed.

"Hi?"

"Hello! I'm Becky."

"I'm… Milly."

"Oh my god. Were you named after John's mother?"

Milly's eyes widened in perturbation and Becky chuckled.

"Oh sorry… sometimes I forget that it's weird for your family."

That felt like an understatement.

"So who's your mom? Is she mentioned in any of the books?" Becky wondered enthusiastically, leaning forward. Milly scooted back and looked around the room for the real Sam and Dean to save her, but they were still nowhere to be found.

"Uh, I-I don't know."

She slowly stood up and looked back at Becky.

"I've gotta get back to Sam and Dean."

Before Becky could respond, Milly had already scurried away, dodging a scarecrow and a heavier set Dean.

She wandered around the halls by herself, searching for the brothers. Every so often, she'd feel a subtle tug on her hair and turn around to see no one. Milly didn't think much of it as she came across a fake pair of Sam and Dean. The shorter and thicker Dean held a framed photo in his hand while the tall and lanky Sam watched as he tore away the back. Milly walked closer in curiosity as they pulled out a map from the back.

"Ok, this is the coolest game ever," Demian told him and they both giggled.

"Ahem, Yes," Barnes replied in an unnaturally deep voice, pretending to be Sam before noticing Milly standing there.

"What's that?" She wondered, walking up to them.

"It's hunter's business, kid," Demian told her, his voice unnaturally deep as well. She looked up at him with a confused look on her face.

"Why are you talking like that?"

The men glanced at each other before looking down at Milly again.

"This is just how I talk, kid. You should get back to your parents, where you'll be safe."

Milly looked between the two men before giggling and they both furrowed their eyebrows.

"Why's she laughing?" Demian whispered in his normal voice.

"I don't know," Barnes replied.

"I'm sorry, I'm… also playing the game." She told them, pretending to become serious again and they looked at her in confusion.

"You are?" Barnes asked.

"Yes."

"Who are you playing as?" Demain asked.

Milly hesitated, not knowing who to say, as she wouldn't exactly pass as Bobby.

"Guess."

The duo looked at each other and then back at the little blonde before them.

"Are you...Jo?" Barnes guessed and Milly smiled.

"Yup!"

She hadn't the slightest idea who Jo was, but they didn't know that, so she just nodded and went along with it.

"Oh well, then that makes sense I guess. Wait, so where are your parents?"

"Down in the lobby. I was just on my way back. Good luck with the game!" She called, already running away.

She scurried back down to the foyer, spotting Dean looking around the room. She made a beeline for him and he noticed her shortly after.

"Where have you been?" Dean demanded angrily, putting his hands on his hips.

"I was looking for you," she replied, a pit forming in her stomach.

"I told you to stay here, little girl. You weren't supposed to go looking for us."

"But-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Sit down." He ordered, pointing to a sofa chair as Sam walked over.

Milly sadly shuffled over to the chair and sat down while the brothers stood beside her.

"Alright. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society." Sam said, referring to the phone call he just had.

"And...?"

"Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son."

"Her son?"

"Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid."

"Oh that's it, I'm gonna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Dude say where she was buried?"

"He doesn't know."

That's when Milly pieced it together in her head and interjected.

"Um, I might."

"Excuse me?" Dean questioned as they turned around to look at her with furrowed brows.

"That's what I was trying to say earlier. I found something. Well, I found two weird guys pretending to be you two, who found something."

"What?" Sam asked in confusion.

Milly turned in the chair and pointed at Barnes and Demian discussing the map they found across the room, still both in character.

"Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there... cemetery." Barnes said, pretending to be Sam.

"You think that's where Leticia's planted?" Demian asked, lowering his voice like Dean.

"It's worth a shot."

Sam and Dean both got up and headed over to their table, Milly sliding off the chair and following them. Sam reached out to take the map and Demian grabbed it from him.

"Hey, do you mind?"

"It's real. A century-old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds." Sam said to Dean, who looked at Demian.

"Where'd you get that?"

"It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity." Demian replied in his Dean voice, making the real Dean sigh in annoyance.

"Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles."

"Yeah well, you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody."

Demian pulled back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dean! Cool it." Barnes said, in character as Dean began to pull his real gun out.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, pushing his arm down.

"What! They're freakin' annoying."

"Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together." Sam reasoned with them and they exchanged looks.

"Ahem. We..ah...we get the sizzler gift card." Barnes told them, and Dean rolled his eyes again.

"Fine."

"And we get to be Sam and Dean," Demian added.

Sam and Dean exchanged annoyed looks.

"Fine," Dean growled.

"Yes," Demian whispered to himself.

"Can I be Jo?" Milly asked and the brothers looked down at her in confusion.

"How do you know who Jo is?" Sam asked.

"The…books?" She trailed off, looking over at the Fake Sam and Dean duo. Dean rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his face.

"Right, of course. Yeah, you can be Jo."

"Cool." She smiled, still not knowing who that was.