It was barely two weeks before something else exciting happened.
"Yo, bros, what's kickin'?" Elizabeth sauntered into the library with a glass of blood, sitting down next to Sam and shoving her feet up on the table.
The younger brother scoffed out a laugh.
"'Yo, bros, what's kicking?'" He frowned, unable to hide his amused smile.
Elizabeth shrugged, gulping down a mouthful of blood.
"Trying something new." She replied.
"Please don't." Sam sniggered.
"Yeah, that was weird." Dean mumbled. "Even for you, Vampy Pants."
"Weird is my middle name." The Vampire smirked. "Actually it's Mary, but I guess that's weird considering who I'm sat with."
"Anyway..." The older brother frowned. "We've got a case. But big lugs over here didn't want to wake you because apparently, the last time he tried, you tried to shoot him."
Sam gave a hesitant smile in the Vampire's direction.
"No one ever warned you guys not to wake a sleeping Vampire, huh? Well, I'm glad we've gotten passed me aiming a gun at both of you now and not just dick for brains." Elizabeth smirked, sipping her blood. "Let me finish this, go throw on my party gear and we can pump some gas."
"Okay, seriously." Sam chuckled. "Stop. You're starting to sound like Dean and its freaking me out."
Elizabeth and the older brother glanced to one another with an amused glint in their eyes. The Vampire got up, placing her glass down on the table.
"Well, fear not, my beloved and beloved's special case brother, for I will draw the line at the brotherly nickname that shall not be mentioned by anyone but said brother on pain of untimely demise." She said in an overly posh version of her accent, waving her hand regally before bowing and backing out of the room as she did so.
Sam laughed, shaking his head as he went back to reading whatever article he was looking at on his computer.
"Your girlfriend's a basket case." Dean commented.
Sam looked up at him from over the laptop screen.
"Did you really think either of us would find anyone normal with the lives we have?" He asked.
"Touché, Sammy. Touché."

"A teacher in an all girl's school went missing in Flint, Michigan. She was headed to her car and disappeared. Nobody's seen her since." Dean said as they got on the road.
"What makes you think it's something supernatural?" Elizabeth frowned, looking over the newspaper article the older brother had supplied her with.
"That's what I said..." Sam sighed.
"What makes you think it's not something supernatural?" Dean countered.
"Probably the bit where there's nothing here that suggests there is." Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow at the driver through his rear-view mirror.
"Just... Go with me on this. I want to get back to normal - our normal." Dean sighed.
Sam turned to Elizabeth in the back seat, giving her a look and earning one in return.
"Fine..." She mumbled, throwing the newspaper down on the seat next to her.

Sam spent most of the drive through Flint on the phone to the local police department. By the time they got to the school, he was only just hanging up.
They got out of the car, smoothing out their suits.
"So, the last place Mrs Chandler was seen by anyone was in the auditorium." Sam told the other two. "Turns out, she's the drama teacher."
"Ugh, theatre kids. Great." Dean mumbled as they walked towards the entrance.
"Hey, what's up with theatre kids?" Elizabeth protested.
"They're so damn... Dramatic." Dean replied. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, walking on ahead. "Case and point."
"I was a theatre kid." Sam said.
"Barely. You did 'Our Town'. Which is cool, but then you did that crappy musical." Dean mumbled.
"Oklahoma?" Sam cocked a brow. "Hugh Jackman got cast off Oklahoma."
"You ran tech, Wolverine." Dean retorted as they got to the school entrance.

The school principal led the way to the auditorium, telling them that, if they needed anything else, they would be sure to let her know.
The room was large - for a high school theatre.
As soon as they entered, their attention was immediately drawn.
"Idjits." Someone to their right called out.
The trio looked over, seeing a girl dressed in typical hunting gear, a false beard, a trucker's cap and a script in her hand.
They looked between each other with deep set frowns.
"Ya Idjits." The girl continued. "You are Idjits."
"Hey, assbutt!" Another female voice came from down the auditorium stairs. "Hey, assbutt!" This girl was dressed in a suit and trench coat, fake throwing a prop Molotov.
Then a pianist started up and a girl dressed in jeans, flannel and a brown leather jacket started singing about 'John and Mary'. She also sang her introduction as 'Dean'.
Dean looked between the two in mild horror.
As the musical story of Sam and Dean's childhood progressed, a plywood Impala rolled out just as a girl called 'cut'.
"What in the Holy..." Dean trailed off.
"If there is a case," Sam nodded. "It probably has something to do with all this."
"Ya think?" Dean scoffed.
"This... Is freaky." Elizabeth commented, staring at it all in awe. "I'm out."
She turned to walk out with her hands in the air, but Sam grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her back around.
"Nope. No. If we have to stay through this, so do you." He kept his voice low as the girl - assumingly the director for the show, walked up the stairs towards them with another girl on her heel.
They were both wearing the matching school uniforms, complete with red berets.
"Hey, hey. Oh, my gosh. Are you guys from the publisher? I'm Marie, the writer slash director, this is Maeve, my stage manager and this was just a dr-"
She was cut off when the three pulled out their FBI badges.
"I'm, uh, Special Agent Smith, these are my partners; Special Agents..." Sam trailed off.
"Smith." Dean cut in.
"And Lennox." Elizabeth gave a half-second smile.
"Smith - no relation - and Lennox." Sam repeated. "We're looking into the disappearance-"
"There is not singing in Supernatural." Dean huffed.
Sam and Elizabeth looked over to him with equal frowns.
"Well, this is Marie's interpretation." Maeve informed him.
Dean let out a laugh, nodding his head awkwardly.
"Well... If there was singing... You know - and that's a big 'if' - If there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap."
"Andrew Lloyd Webber." Sam corrected under his breath.
"Yeah, you know, we do sing a cover of 'Carry on Wayward Son' in the second act." Marie told them with a rather pretentious smirk on her face.
"Really?" Sam scrunched up his nose.
Marie's eyebrows raised at his reaction.
Dean and Elizabeth simultaneously shot their heads round to look at him.
"'Carry on Wayward Son' was Kansas' masterpiece." Elizabeth protested.
"It's a classic." Marie and Dean said in unison.
"Right. Anyways..." Sam shook it off after a glance in surprise at Elizabeth's reaction more than any one else's. "We're here to talk about the disappearance of Mrs Chandler. Any chance you two saw her before she vanished?"
"Um, yeah. She left around like, what, nine thirty?" Marie frowned, asking for confirmation in the form of a nod from Maeve.
"Any idea where she would be headed at that time of night?" Sam pressed.
"A bar." Maeve answered. "Or liquor store... Both..."
"Mrs Chandler liked her go-juice, huh?" Dean commented, earning a elbow to the ribs from Elizabeth.
"Wow... Really?" Sam nodded.
"She had a nasty divorce last year. Most of the time, she's sipping on her... Grown-up juice or passed out. Usually in that order." Marie told them.
"Well, I don't blame her. I'm gunna need fifty jello shots and a hose down to get this stink off me." Dean grumbled, looking around the place.
Sam gave a nervous chuckle.
"Maeve, right?" He asked, pointing to the girl with a headset microphone over her hair. "You're the stage manager?"
"And I understudy Jody Mills." Maeve nodded.
"What?" Dean looked disgusted.
"That's great." Sam said. "Jody Mills, that's great. So, how about you give Agent Lennox and I a behind-the-scenes tour whilst your director shows my other partner Mrs Chandler's office? Deal?" The girl nodded. "Great."
"Where's Elizabeth?" Elizabeth frowned, looking around at all the actors in costume.
"Who's Elizabeth?" Marie retorted.
The Vampire gasped, a horrified look on her face.
"This is the TV show all over again." She uttered in an inhaled breath.
"Could you guys give us a moment, please?" Sam gave a nervous chuckle as he grabbed Elizabeth's upper arm and pulled her to face away from the stage.
The girls nodded, walking back towards the front of the auditorium.
"Can you get a grip?" Sam whispered to Elizabeth.
"Easy for you to say, you're the star of the freakin' show." Elizabeth hissed. "Who is this Carver Edlund moron and how many times am I allowed to punch him?"
"Well, his real name is Chuck, for a start. But, either way... I think I'm gunna throw up." Dean grimaced.
"I mean, I gotta say, it's kind of charming - the production value the..." Sam cut himself off, seeing the look on his brother's face. "No? N-no." He cleared his throat, putting on a serious face. "Elizabeth and I are gunna check for EMF. You look for, uh, cursed objects."
The pair left Dean standing in disgusted awe over the whole situation.

"Now, have you noticed anything strange during the production?" Sam asked as he, Elizabeth and Maeve sat in the tech room at the back of the auditorium. "I mean, any odd noises or -"
"You mean something like this?" Maeve asked in a bored tone, moving to flick one of the toggles on the sound board. The sound of a woman screaming filled the room. "Or perhaps this?" She flicked another one and a spooky, wispy sound played.
Elizabeth giggled as she stood behind the chair Sam was sat in.
"Right." Sam smiled. "Of course."
"How about this?" Maeve continued.
"I got it, thanks." Sam nodded as another sound played. "You know, back when I did tech in school, we had two CD decks-"
A voice came in through Maeve's headset.
"Sorry, I have to go sign for delivery." She said, getting up. "Please don't touch anything."
Elizabeth replaced her in her seat, smirking to the Winchester.
"What?" He asked, looking over all the dials and buttons.
"You guys never talk about your school days. And now you're reminiscing with fans?" Elizabeth cocked a playful brow.
"Well, how often do we get cases like this? In a theatre, I mean... not like... This." He chuckled. "It takes me back, you know?"
"Do I know what it's like to be a kid in twentieth century high school..." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin in false thought, earning a laugh from the man in front of her.
"You know what I mean. Just random stuff that take you back to simpler times." He said, earning a raised eyebrow and a smirk from her. He let out a breathy laugh. "No, I guess not. Sorry."
"Hey, I'm sure if I get all my memories back, I'll be able to have this conversation with you to some extent." Elizabeth shrugged.
"When." Sam corrected. "When we get your memories back."
"You seem so sure." The Vampire smiled.
Sam placed his hands over her's in her lap.
"We'll get them back, 'Liza. I promise."
"Don't do that." Elizabeth shook her head. "Don't make promises you can't guarantee you'll be able to keep."

Whilst Sam continued to ask Maeve questions, Elizabeth spotted Dean and Marie on the stage, so decided to see what they were up to.
"Is that in the show?" Dean asked, referring to the actresses playing Dean and Cas hugging.
"Oh, no. Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life. Although we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two." Marie smirked.
Elizabeth stopped a few feet away from them as to not interrupt the conversation, leaning her left shoulder against a prop box with her arms crossed.
"Sorry, what?" Dean asked.
"Oh, it's just subtext." Marie replied dismissively. "But, then again, you can't spell 'subtext' without S-E-X."
"You entirely missed out the first half of that anagram, by the way." Elizabeth commented, drawing the attention of the two in front of her. "You can't spell 'subtext' without 'buttsex.'"
Marie looked up in thought as she figured it out, but when she did, she gasped.
"I need to tell the girls." She breathed, running off towards the fake Dean and Cas.
Dean was still thinking about it. Elizabeth watched him, all but hearing the internet dial-up tone as the cogs turned in his brain.
"Holy crap." He finally said.
"Wow, that penny was in the air for ages. Is your brain okay?" Elizabeth smirked, wandering over to him.
"Shut up." He mumbled, watching as Marie started squealing with the actresses. "The Hell's 'Destiel' anyway?"
"Once upon a time, I told you that you'd learn when you were older. I suppose that day has come." Elizabeth sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Dean. Castiel. Destiel. Like our Deanabeth but with a little more... 'Subtext'."
Dean recoiled in horror.
"That's gross. He's my best friend." He grimaced, earning a gasp from her. "My best guy friend." He corrected.
"Is it gross, though?" The Vampire cocked a brow. "Everyone knows, Dean. Everyone."
With that, she walked off, leaving him to his thoughts.

As the trio reconvened and walked to the car, Sam seemed to have a few problems.
"Shouldn't it be 'Dea-stiel'?" He frowned.
"Really? That's your issue with this?" Dean huffed.
"No, of course that's not my issue." Sam chuckled, leaning against the Impala. "You know, how about 'Sastiel' - 'Samstiel'?"
"Well, that's gunna haunt my fantasies for the rest of eternity." Elizabeth scrunched up her nose.
"Aww, you fantasise about me?" Sam fluttered his lashes over-dramatically as he pulled her into him.
"Just to get the image of you an Pigeon out of my head, I'm gunna be fantasising about you in a mustard turtle-neck and lime green spandex for the next decade." She giggled as she Eskimo kissed him.
"That's disgusting." Sam laughed.
"Okay, alright, you know what?" Dean interrupted. "You both are gunna do that thing where you just shut the Hell up. Forever. And stop with the cutesy couple crap. It's making me wanna puke."
The pair chuckled, Sam giving Elizabeth's side a little squeeze.
"Puke your guts out, honeybee, because this won't be going away any time soon." The Vampire replied.
"Anyway..." Sam smirked. "There's no EMF, no hex bags, none of the props are even remotely hinky. Other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I got nothing. You guys?"
Elizabeth shook her head.
"No, Mrs Chandler's office was just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's probably face down in a bar somewhere or in a ditch." Dean replied, taking a breath. "Alright, so, what, this whole musical thing - everything, its just - it's all a coincidence? There is no case?"
"Unless you're seeing something I'm not, no, Dean. There's no case here." Sam shook his head.
The older brother shrugged, looking a little disappointed.
"Okay." He said, walking over to the driver's side.
"He really wanted there to be something, didn't he..." Elizabeth sighed, keeping her voice low.
"Looks like, yeah. But we can't exactly force there to be something if there's not." Sam replied, opening the back door for her to climb in. "Hey, what about CasDean?"
"Shut your face, get in the damn car." Dean snapped, earning a breathy laugh from the pair.

They'd barely been gone a few hours before the police department called them back to the school.
A theatre student had gone missing.
While Sam and Dean were talking with the officers, Elizabeth was sat with Marie on the edge of the stage.
"You saw what happened?" Elizabeth frowned.
The girl was clearly in shock, barely managing a nod in response.
"What did you see, Marie?" The Vampire asked.
"You wouldn't believe me. The cops didn't." The girl scoffed, wiping away a stray tear.
"I kinda specialise in the stuff most people wouldn't believe. It's okay. You can tell me." Elizabeth gave a reassuring smile, placing a hand on the girl's upper arm just as Maeve walked up with some tea for her friend.
The boys also walked over.
"Hey." Sam said.
"Let me guess, you guys came to laugh at me too." Marie mumbled.
"Like I said, we're open to crazy. Just... Take your time, tell us what happened." Elizabeth nodded.
Marie took a deep breath before speaking.
"Maggie quit the show. She was trying to get us shut down and so we were fighting. Then, she- she left and I heard her scream. So I ran outside to help. And... And I saw a scarecrow. It looked just like the one from our show, but... Alive."
"Then what?" Dean asked with a smile on his face that only existed because he knew he'd been right all along.
"It wrapped her up in vines and took her behind a dumpster." Marie told them. "And then they were both just... Gone. So, I called the cops and a bunch of adults just told me I had an over-active imagination. But... It's all real... Ghosts, Angels, Demons..."
"I want to believe..." Maeve spoke up.
"You should believe." Sam cut in. "You both should 'cause it is all real. And so are we. I'm Sam Winchester. That's Dean and that's Elizabeth. She's a Vampire. But, for some reason, didn't make it into the books."
"Clearly I was just too good." Elizabeth shrugged, earning an amused smirk from the younger brother.
The girls looked at each other... Then broke out laughing.
Elizabeth sent a frown the boys' way.
"Okay, now look." Marie struggled to keep a straight face. "I'm willing to accept that monsters are real. But those books? Are works of fiction."
"And you guys are way too old to be Sam or Dean." Maeve finished. "More of a Rufus and Bobby combo... Maybe."
Elizabeth scoffed, unable to keep the open-mouthed grin off her face.
"Okay, alright, little Miss Sunshine." Dean smirked. "We are what the books call 'Hunters'."
"FBI Hunters?" Maeve asked.
Dean closed his eyes, scrunching up his nose at the sheer stupidity of the youth of the day.
"Yeah..." He breathed.
"You guys are X-Files." Maeve gasped.
"Yeah, sure. I'm Scully, he's Mulder and that's Agent Skinner." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Hey, why do I have to be Skinner?" Dean protested.
"Because you're the oldest guy here, shut up." Elizabeth retorted.
"So..." Sam cut in. "The scarecrow in your musical. Is it based on the one from the books?"
"No, I changed it." Marie said. "I got scared of a local legend when I was a kid. There was this old, creepy scarecrow on an abandoned farm outside of town. Kids used to say if it caught you, it would take you away."
"Okay, if this scarecrow is based off of your version, then Mrs Chandler and Maggie might still be alive." Dean pointed out.
"You think the scarecrow was created by the play?" Maeve frowned.
A look of realisation washed over Marie's face.
"You think... It's a Tulpa." She clarified.