The boys and I, now wearing FBI costumes, enter a bookstore and walk over to the counter to see a heavy-set man stocking his shelves. "Uh...can I help you?" The man asked us as we pull out our badges. "Sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw and Gowan. Just need to ask you a few questions." Dean said.

"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam asked him. "Like what?" The man asked us. "Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights." I said and the man still looks at us like we are crazy. "Uh, I don't think so. Why?" The man asked.

"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?" Sam asked him. "And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" The man asked, skeptical. "What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?" I asked and then the man starts to grin.

"I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?" He asked and the boys and I exchange looks. "Excuse me?" Dean asked. "You're fans." He said and I furrow my brow in confusion. "Fans of what?" I asked. "What is LARPing?" Dean asked. "Like you don't know." The man laughs but he notices our confused looks.

"Live-Action Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too." The man said as he looks over our looks. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." Dean said. "You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called?" The man said as he thinks then snaps his fingers. "Uh...Supernatural. Two guys and a woman, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh...Steve, Dirk and (a variation of y/n)? Uh, Sal, Dane and (different variation of y/n)?" The man said and the boys and I exchange a look before Sam turns to him.

"Sam, Dean and (y/n)?" He said and the man snaps his fingers and points at him. "That's it!" He said. "You're saying this is a book?" I asked him. "Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following." The man said and he goes over to a table labeled Bargain Bin, the boys and I follow him.

"Let's see. Um...Ah. Yeah..." he said and he hands Dean a book. "That's the first one, I think." He said and I come up next to Dean and sees the book cover.

It had two men, who were both very muscular, standing in front of an haunted looking house. One of the men had long dark blonde hair that was blowing in the wind, he had his shirt off, showing off his six-pack, and holding a shotgun with jeans on. The other man was standing on the right of the man and he had short brown hair and was wearing a tank top and jeans

Then over on the left side of blonde man was a woman with long brown hair, also looking like it was blowing in the wind, and she was sitting on the hood of the Impala. She was wearing short shorts and a black tank top that seemed a bit too tight on her, her boobs were almost protruding out of the top, and she had this sexy, sultry look on her face while her right leg was pulled up to her.

"Supernatural by Carver Edlund." Dean reads then he flips the book over, which had the front end of a motorcycle appearing out of the corner of the book, and reads the back cover. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths." He reads then Sam grabs the book. "Give me that." Sam said as he looks over the book then turns to the man. "We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you've got." He said.

Later, we were in a motel room and Dean is reclining on the bed, flipping through a book and frowning. I was sitting on the other side of the bed, reading another book. Sam was seated by the window with his laptop. "This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" I asked. "You got me." Sam said.

"Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to – to me and (y/n) having sex. We're full-frontal in here, dude." Dean said and he gets up and crosses over to Sam and I get up and stand next to him. "How come we haven't heard of them before?" Dean asked. "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–" he said then he turns the laptop towards us, displaying a web site listing the books. "Ends with you going to hell." He said. 

"I reiterate. Freaking insane." I said as Dean browses the site and I go and grab my laptop and pull up more information on the books. "Check it out. There’s actually fans. There’s not many of them, but still. Did you read this?" Dean asked Sam. "Yeah." Sam said as I read some more on the site. "Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says the demon story line is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic." I said, reading from my laptop, and Dean scoffs. "Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it." He grumbles.

"Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better." Sam said and we read some more. "There are Sam girls and Dean girls...oh and even (y/n) girls and – what's a slash fan?" Dean asked and Sam sighs. "As in...Dean-slash-(y/n)...Sam-slash-(y/n)..." Sam said. "Like, as in a couple?" Dean asked and Sam nods. 

"Uh...there's also Sam-slash-(y/n)-slash-Dean and sometimes I'm written out, rude, and there will be Sam-slash-Dean...together." I said and Dean looks at me, confused. "Like, together together?" He asked and I nod and his face turns into disgust.

"They do know we're brothers, right?" Dean asked as he gestures between him and Sam and I shrug. "Doesn't seem to matter." I said. "Oh, come on. That...That's just sick." Dean said, disgusted, and he shuts the laptop. "We got to find this Carver Edlund." Dean said. "Yeah, that might not be so easy." Sam said.

"Why not?" I asked him. "No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name." Sam replied. "Somebody’s gotta know who he is." Dean said and Sam thinks for a moment.

"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam asked the young lady, who was the publisher of the books. Sam figured she might at least know who Carver Edlund really is. "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 said then scoffs. "Please."

"Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can...shine a light on an underappreciated series." I said. "Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again." She said then Dean looks a bit panicked. "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." Dean said and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, my God! That was one of my favorite ones, because Dean was so...strong...and sad and brave. Oh, and finally having a badass female character. (Y/n) is the type of character women should look up to. I mean, her standing up to Dean in Bloodlust, when she told Dean how replacing his Dad with Gordon was an insult to his father's memory and then challenged him to let his anger out on her. Or how she helps the boys out of sticky situations. God, what a badass!" She said and I couldn't help but smile at this.

"And that last moment Dean and (y/n) had together...proclaiming their undying love to each other..." she said, getting emotional, as she places a hand on her chest. "Romantic. And that slow burn between those two...it was like c'mon, you idiots! It's right there, you two are obviously in to each other! Get together! Kiss! Do something! I mean, I loved it but I also hated it, especially since they got together sometime before Dean goes to hell. They didn't get enough time together!" She goes on while Dean and I exchange a look and I see Sam smirking.

"And Sam...I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in–In Heart, when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in Home, when Dean had to call John and ask him for help." She turns away at this then let's out a sigh. "Gosh...if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings."

"Real men?" Dean said, a bit offended. "I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?" the publisher asked. "Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside." Dean said and I elbow his side. "Is that supposed to be funny?" She asked, incredulous. "Lady, this whole thing is funny." Dean said and I elbow his side again.

He stops and the woman looks between us. "How do I know you three are legit, hmm?" she asked. "Oh, trust me. We, uh...we're legit." I said, trying to assure her. "Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys and my girl." She said and the boys and I shake our heads.

"No! No, no, no. Never."

"No, that's..."

"We – We are actually, um...big fans." I said and she eyes us. "Hmm. You've read the books?" She asked. "Cover to cover." Dean said as Sam and I nod. "What's the year and model of the car?" She asked. "It’s a 1967 Chevy Impala." Dean replied.

"What's May 2nd?" She asked. "That's my–Uh...that's Sam's birthday." Sam replied. "January 24th is Dean's." Dean added. "And June 16th is (y/n)'s." I said and the woman nods. "Sam's score on the LSAT?" She asked. "One..." Sam said then looks at us, almost at a loss. "...Seventy-four?" He said, questioning, and she nods.

"Dean's favorite song?" she asked. "It's a tie. Between Zep's Ramble On and Traveling Riverside Blues." Dean replied. 

"How old was (y/n) when her father taught her how to drive a motorcycle?" She asked. "Thirteen." I replied. "What is Dean's and (y/n)'s song?" She asked and Dean and I exchanged a look before I clear my throat and said. "Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon." And it seemed she was happy with our answers.

"Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?" She asked us. "What’s Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asked her. "Oh, no. I – No. Sorry, I can’t do that." She said, quickly. "We just want to talk to him. You know, get the Supernatural story in his own words." I said. "He’s very private. It’s like Salinger." She said. "Please. Like I said – we are, um..." Sam. Said then he unbuttons his shirt, cringing a little, to reveal his demon-protection tattoo. "...big...big fans." He said then he looks over at me and Dean.

I sigh and pull down the collar of my shirt to show my tattoo just as Dean, who rolled his eyes, displays his own tattoo. The woman licks her lips, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. "Awesome. You know what?" she said then she turns around and hikes up her skirt, showing us her tattoo. "I got one, too." 

"Whoa. You are a fan." Dean said then he turns to me. "You should've gotten yours there too." He teases me, quietly, and I slap his chest as the woman turns back to us. "Okay." She said and she scribbles something on a pad of paper. "His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off." She informs us as I take the paper.

Later, the boys and I approach a ramshackle house with trepidation. We get out of the Impala and I stare at the house and started to wonder if I really wanted to learn the secrets that lay beyond that door. We make it to the front door, share a look then Dean pushes the doorbell.

Then a disheveled man, wearing only a shirt, shorts and a bathrobe, answers the door. "You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked him. "The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam asked him. "Maybe. Why?" Chuck asked us. "I'm Dean. This is Sam and (y/n). The Dean, Sam and (y/n) you've been writing about." Dean said and Chuck closes the door.

Dean rings the bell again and Chuck opens the door. "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 said and he tries to shut the door, but I put out a hand to stop it. "See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." I said as I shove the door open and enter, forcing Chuck to back up into the house.

"Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny." Chuck stammers. "Damn straight, it's not funny." Dean said. "Look, we just want to know how you're doing it." Sam said. "I'm not doing anything." Chuck said.

"Are you a hunter?" I asked Chuck. "What? No. I'm a writer." Chuck exclaimed. "Then how do you know so much about demons?" Dean asked as he advances on Chuck, who falls onto the couch. "And Tulpas, and changelings?" He asked. "Is this some kind of Misery thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a Misery thing!" Chuck shouts, panicked. "No, it's not a Misery thing. Believe me, we are not fans!" I said.

"Well, then, what do you want?!" Chuck asked. "I'm Sam. And that's Dean and (y/n)." Sam said. "Sam, Dean and (y/n) are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!" Chuck shouts at us.

Minutes later, we take Chuck out to the Impala and Dean opens the trunk, displaying the arsenal. "Are those real guns?" Chuck asked, shocked. "Yup. This is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs." I said. "Well, I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans." Chuck said and I let out an annoyed sigh while Chuck looks around at us, nervous. "That’s, that’s awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house." he said.

"Chuck, stop." Dean said, annoyed, as he reaches out to Chuck. "Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me." Chuck said, panicked, as he moves away from Dean. "How much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?" Sam asked and Chuck looks at him, startled.

"Wait a minute. How do you know about that?" He asked us. "The question is how do you." I said, questioning. "Because I wrote it?" He replied, shrugging. "You kept writing?" Sam asked. "Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that – Did Phil put you up to this?" Chuck asked and I sighed.

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm (y/n) (l/n) and this is Dean Winchester, and his brother, Sam." I said and Chuck was shocked once again. "The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down." He said and it seemed like he was about to pass out.

Back inside his house, Chuck pours himself a large whisky and gulps it down, then sets the glass on the kitchen sink. He turns around, sees us, and groans. "Oh! Oh, you're still there." he said. "Yup." Dean said. "You're not a hallucination." Chuck said. "Nope." I said, shaking my head.

"Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously I'm a god." Chuck said. "You're not a god." Sam said. "How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through – The physical beatings alone." Chuck said, upset. "Yeah, we're still in one piece." Dean said.

"I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica." Chuck said to the boys then he turns to me. "And I burned your mother alive. And then gave your dad cancer." He said. "Chuck..." I said, a bit sympathetically, but he continues on.

"All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for...entertainment." Chuck exclaimed. "You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us." Dean said and Chuck looks up at us.

"Did you really have to live through the bugs?" He asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "What about the ghost ship?" Chuck asked. "Yes, that too." I said. "I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing...if I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass." Chuck said. "Chuck, you're not a god!" Dean yells.

"We think you're probably just psychic." I said to her. "No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard." Chuck said. "It seems that somehow, you're just...focused on our lives." Sam said. "Yeah, like laser-focused. Are you working on anything right now?" Dean asked and Chuck has a look of realization on his face.

"Holy crap." He mutters. "What?" I asked and he goes to pick up some pages. "The, uh, latest book? It's, uh, it's kind of weird." He said. "Weird how?" Sam asked. "It's very Vonnegut." He said. "Slaughterhouse-Five Vonnegut or Cat's Cradle Vonnegut?" Dean asked, intently, and Sam and I look over at him, confused.

"What?" we asked. 

"What?" Dean said, defensively.

"It's, uh, Kilgore Trout Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house...confronted by my characters." Chuck said and we exchange looks.

Later, we were at a laundromat ans Sam and I were doing laundry as Dean sits nearby, reading Chuck's latest manuscript. "I’m sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself. My head hurts." Dean said, pained. "There's got to be something this guy's not telling us." Sam said as he turns to toss his darks into the machine.

"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth.” Dean said and Sam turns to Dean. "Stop it." He said. "'Stop it,' Sam said." Dean reads then he looks up at Sam. "Guess what you do next." He said and Sam turns away, scowling.

"Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive." He reads and looks up at Sam. "I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders." Dean said and pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head. Great, now my head hurts! I thought.

"(y/n) felt like her head was gonna explode, like the pressure of it all was coming down on her." Dean reads and I raise my head and glared at him. "Dean, please..." I said, exasperated. "'Dean, please...' she pleaded." Dean reads and Sam sighs, exasperated. Dean looks over the manuscript again. "You just thought I was a dick." He said and I choke back a laugh while Sam turns around, looking impressed. "The guy's good." he said and Dean gives an unimpressed look to him.

The next day, the boys and I arrive back at Chuck's house as he called us and said he had something to tell us. He paces nervously, as if building up the courage to speak. He holds more pages in his hands.

"So...You wrote another chapter?" Sam asked and Chuck nods. "This was all so much easier before you were real." Chuck said. "We can take it; just spit it out." Dean said. "You especially are not gonna like this." Chuck said to him. "I didn't like hell." Dean remarks and Chuck sighs

"It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam." Chuck said and I furrow my brow. "Coming to kill him?" I asked. "When?" Sam asked at the same time. "Tonight." Chuck replied. "She's just gonna show up? Here?" Dean asked and Chuck sits down at his desk and puts his glasses on.

"Uh...let’s see, uh...Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion." He reads and Sam laughs and I try to bite back the smile. "You're kidding me, right?" Sam asked and Dean turns to him. "You think this is funny?" Dean asked him and I turn to Dean. "You don't? I mean, come on. Fiery demonic passion?" I said, a bit of a laugh in my voice.

"It's just a first draft." Chuck adds. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl." Dean said and Chuck shakes his head. "No, uh, this time she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana." He said, reading from his manuscript. "Great. Perfect." Dean grumbles.

"So what happens after the...fiery demonic passion?" I asked Chuck. "I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet." Chuck said and Dean growls under his breath. "Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?" Sam said, as if the whole thing was ridiculous, but Dean glares at Sam and I turn to Chuck.

"How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?" I asked him. "You mean my process?" Chuck asked. "Yes, your process." I said and Chuck sighs. "Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so...I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream." He said.

"The first time you dreamt about us?" Dean asked as he turns to Chuck. "It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really." Chuck replied. "You can't seriously believe –" Sam said to Dean, who turns to him. "Humor me." He said and he stands up while Chuck holds up the manuscript for him. "Look, why don't we, we just..." Dean said as he takes the manuscript.

"Take a look at these and see what's what." he said and he looks to Chuck. "You –" he started to say then Chuck finished his sentence. "...knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah." he said.

Later, Dean was driving and Sam sits beside him reading the latest chapter while I was in the backseat. "Dean, come on." Sam said, exasperated, and he begins to read. "The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean and (y/n) were still seeing stars. Both of them scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on their faces." He reads.

"So?" Dean said, shrugging. "So, I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid." Sam said. "And I haven't put on a Band-Aid like that since I was like five." I said.

"What's your point?" Dean asked. "My point is this – all of this – is totally implausible, it's nuts." Sam said. "He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?" Dean asked and Sam scoffs before he continues. "Huh. Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala, (y/n) sitting next to him, and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow." Sam reads.

"A tarp?" I asked, confused. "Yeah. On the rear window. And Dean drives it like that." Sam said. "Well, he might be wrong about the details, but doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result." Dean said.

"So we’re just gonna run?" Sam asked. "Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith." said Dean but at that moment we come upon a roadblock and Dean stops and an officer leans over the window.

"What seems to be the problem?" Dean asked. "Bridge is out ahead." the officer said. "We're just trying to get out of town." said Dean. "Yeah, afraid not." said the officer. "Is there a detour?" Dean asked him. "Nope." The officer replied.

"There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?" Dean asked. "To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river, you have to take that bridge." The officer replied. "How deep's the river?" Dean asked, sounding a bit desperate. "Sorry. Afraid you three are gonna have to spend the night in town." The officer said and Dean lowers his head while Sam looks over his shoulder at me and I shrug.

We stopped at a dinner to get something to eat, while I was now reading the manuscript as Sam looks over a menu, Dean was just sitting next to me. "Hey, this could be a good thing. I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path." I said, optimistically, and Dean gave me the​​​​ what the hell are you talking about​​​​ look.

"How do you mean?" Sam asked. "It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left –" I said and Sam's eyes light up with understanding. "Then we go right." he said and I nod. "Exactly." I said. "So, we get off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for you..." Dean said. "No bacon cheeseburger for you." I remarked and he looked a little put out with that.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else." Dean said just as the waitress approaches. "Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked her. "Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country." She said and Sam and I laugh at this. "Really?" Dean asked, disbelieving.

"I'll just have the cobb salad, please." Sam said. "And I'll have a chicken sandwich." I said. "I'll have the...veggie tofu burger. Thanks." Dean said and she takes their menus and leaves.

"This whole thing's ridiculous." Sam grumbles. "Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked. "The idea of me hooking up with her is." Sam said. "Right. 'Cause something like that can never happen." I remarked and Sam starts to scowl, then controls himself. "Guys, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close." He said.

"So?" Dean and I said. "So...we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's – this is an opportunity." He replied. "Are you –" Dean said and I could just feel the anger radiating off of him. "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things." He growls. "Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide that fight." Sam said and I sigh, angrily, at this. "And it frustrates me when both of you get like this." I grumble as the Waitress comes back.

"Cobb salad for you. Chicken Sandwich for you." She said as he places Sam's plate in front of him then mine. "And the tofu veggie burger for you." She said to Dean as she places his plate down. "Thank you." Dean said and she leaves and Dean leans in close to Sam.

"It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight." he said and he takes a huge bite of his burger and his eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, my God. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!" he said and I look and noticed the burger.

"Um, honey, that's not..." I started to say but then the waitress comes back, flustered. "I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake." She said as she takes his plate away and walks off.

That night, Dean drives us up to a very sleazy-looking motel and pulls into the parking lot. "Dude, this place charges by the hour." Sam remarks as we get out of the car and look around at our surroundings.  "Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the uh, hooker inn. It's opposite day, remember?" Dean said and we head inside.

Once inside, Dean drops a bag on the bed and starts pulling out items. He takes a few small string-tied bags and places them around the room. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room." He replied.

"So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?" Sam asked, annoyed. "That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay? And no research. I don't care what you do – use the Magic Fingers or watch Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View." Dean said and he reaches into Sam’s bag and pulls out Sam’s laptop, smiling.

"Oh, dude, come on." Sam whines. "Just call it a little insurance." Dean said as he hands me the laptop and I put it in my bag, that I had over my shoulder. "What are you two gonna do?" Sam asked. "Well, the pages say that we spend all day riding around in the Impala. So I'm gonna go park her. Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn." Dean said as he smiles, gestures for me to follow him and we leave.

"I sure hope this works." I said as we drive away from the motel. "It will. We just gotta do everything in our power to make sure Sam and Lilith don't get together." He said as he parks the Impala and we get out. We check the doors, then walk away across the street.

Moments later, we look back to see two teenagers attempting to break into the car. We run towards them. "Hey!" We shout but then I hear a noise beside me. I turn to see a van coming at us and I let out a scream as Dean grabs me and turns me around, so that he'd be my shield, and we get hit by the van, knocked us out.

"Oh my God. Just take it easy, you two are gonna be okay." I hear a female voice say as I start to come to. I open my eyes to see a woman hovering over me and she was wearing long dangling earrings, shaped like stars.

"Stars." I said, incoherently. "What was that?" She asked as I blink and look over to see Dean on my left and he had pink flowery Band-Aids on his face. "I'm so sorry. I just didn't see you two. Are you okay?" The woman asked as I raise my hands up to my face then I hear Dean starting to wake up.

"And sorry about...you know." the woman said as I sit up then see the woman indicating a young girl standing nearby. "M-My daughter's going through a doctor phase." she said and Dean starts to sit up.

"What are you talking about?" Dean groaned and I raise my hand to my face and felt Band-Aids on my face. "You're all better now." the girl said while Dean looks across the street and stares in horror. "Oh, no..." he mutters as he gets up and I look over and see that the back window of the Impala was shattered.

I sigh then turn to the girl. "Thanks, Doc. We feel all better now." I said and the girl smiles as I get up and go over to Dean while he catches a glimpse of himself in the side window and sees the Band-Aids. Frowning, he slowly peels one off.

I go over to the passenger side and look at the mirror to see my face covered in Band-Aids and began to peel them off. 

We put a tarp over the rear window and then Dean, still pissed, starts to drive down the road while I sat in that passenger seat. "For what it's worth, Dean...I wanted to say thank you for at least trying to save me." I said and I don't hear him say anything but just a small grunt, which told me he was too angry to even talk.

Later, we made it into Chuck's house and waited for him since he was nowhere inside. Finally, he walks in, carrying a bottle in a brown bag and six-pack of cans. He walks in slowly and does not appear very surprised to find me and Dean sitting in his living room.

"Dean. (Y/n)." He said. "I take it you knew we'd be here." I said as Chuck looks us over. "You two look terrible." He points out. "That's 'cause we just got hit by a minivan, Chuck." Dean growls. "Oh." Chuck replied, taken aback.

"That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that’s all you have to say is oh?!" Dean yells as he walks up to Chuck. "Please don't yell at me." Chuck said, cowering.

"Why do I get feeling there's something that you're not telling us?" Dean yells, angrily. "What wouldn’t I be telling you?" Chuck said asked. "Chuck, please...tell us how you know what you know." I said, trying to be the calm one. "I don't know how I know, I just do!" Chuck said, panicked.

"That's not good enough." Dean growls and he shoves Chuck against the wall. "DEAN!" I yelled as I go up to Dean's side. "How the hell are you doing this?!" He yells at Chuck.

"Dean, let him go!" A voice demanded and we all turn to see Castiel standing behind us. "This man is to be protected." Castiel said. "Why?" Dean asked him. "He's a Prophet of the Lord." Castiel replied.