A/n: OH MY GOSH! I AM SO SORRY! To be honest I fell out of the fandom for a while and forgot about this fan fiction. But now I'm back and I'll try to make updates. Who needs a good grade in Spanish anyways?

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I scrunch my nose in distaste as I read 'Supernatural.' In the book series I was viewed as 'the sassy ginger sister figure' for Sam and Dean. It might have been a better series if the books had a better writer.

If I hadn't lived it, I would have thought it was a spoof of shows like The Vampire Diaries and fanfiction combined.

I put the book down thoroughly disgusted. I DID NOT need to know about Sam and Dean's sex life. On the bright side , I didn't appear to be shipped with anyone as far as I could tell. Or...at least I haven't found the fan art yet.

"This is why you guys have to argue less. The fans are right: you do act like an old married couple. This is on you...not me." I snicker.

"Oh shut your pie whole. I don't need your fan girl crap." Dean scowls.

"That 'fan girl crap' is called logic. Look it up." I sass as I switch on Netflix and turn on Gotham. Ah yes. A show about psychopaths and murders to brainwash the books Supernatural from my brain.

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

"I know right? I swear that Sherlock Holmes is more emotional than real men. Do you watch Merlin? "

"Actually I have. Even Arthur can have more emotions than some men I know. " She replies.

"Can we uh...get back on track?'' Sam awkwardly suggests.

I try not to laugh when she said the author's name was Chuck Shurley. Poor dude... I bet whoever named him was drunk at the time.

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"Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously I'm a god." Chuck decides and I roll my eyes.

"You're probably just a psychic. Or maybe a prophet. I'd think you'd know if you were a god."

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I rub my temple as Dean and Sam argue. "Ok, will you two cut your crap. I am trying to enjoy my coffee because you wouldn't let me get a milkshake. Can we just put this in the past? Where it should stay."