Episode: Season 4 - The Monster At the End of This Book Pt. 1

My eyes widened as I read the page and I looked up at the boys.

"This is freaking insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean asked, taking the words right out of my mouth.

I shrugged, "You got me. It doesn't make any sense at all!"

A sigh escaped my mouth as I flipped through the pages of the book in my hands. Apparently, our lives were now a book series called Supernatural by Carver Edlund. This whole thing was just creepy if you ask me.

"Everything is in here! How come we haven't heard of them before?" he asked, flipping off the bed to walk over to sit at the table by Sam.

"They were pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Started in '05," Sam told us both as I sat on the bed across from them, swinging my legs back and forth aimlessly, "Publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one, No Rest for the Wicked ends with you going to Hell,"

"I reiterate. Freaking insane. Oh, check it out, there's actually fans," Dean said, green eyes scanning the forums, "Not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"

"Yeah," Sam replied simply, raking a hand through his shaggy brown hair.

"For fans, they do complain a lot. Listen to this. Simpatico says, "The demon story line is trite and cliché-"

"Yeah, well, forget you, Simpatico, we lived it," I cut him off as I got up to stand behind Dean, huffing slightly as I leaned over his shoulder to read.

Sam snickered slightly, "Yeah. Well, keep on reading. Gets better,"

"There are Sam Girls, Dean Girls, Parker Guys and- What's a slash fan?" Dean asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion suddenly.

"As in Sam-slash-Dean. Together," Sam explained, arms crossed.

Dean's apple-green eyes widened in alarm, "Like, "together" together?"

"Yeah," he confirmed and I burst out laughing, holding my sides.

Both boys turned to glare at me, only making me laugh even harder. I moved a hand to steady myself, grabbing onto the back of Dean's chair as my giggles subsided.

"They do know we're brothers, right?" Dean questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Doesn't seem to matter," his younger brother sighed and I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop from laughing again.

"Oh, come on. That-that's just sick," Dean complained, slamming the laptop shut, "We gotta find this Carver Edlund."

Sam traced the publisher to her house after that and we all piled into the Impala before heading out there to find the woman. We arrived about half an hour later at a small red-paneled house and the three of us knocked on the door before the owner greeted us all, welcoming us inside.

"You know, they never really got the attention they deserved," the woman told us, looking at her bookshelf full of the series admiringly, "All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance garbage,"

"Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series," Sam lied, smiling warmly at the lady.

She nodded emphatically, "Yeah, yeah! 'Cause you know, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we could start publishing again,"

"No, no, no. Oh, no. I mean, why-why would you wanna do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series what with Dean going to Hell and all," Dean spoke up then, walking a bit closer to the woman.

She blushed slightly at the closeness and I felt that familiar twinge of jealousy rise up inside of me. Stepping up beside him, I intertwined our fingers and noticing this, the woman backed off a bit. I smirked to myself and I could feel Dean's green eyes boring into me. But when I turned to him, I didn't see the disapproving look on his face like I expected, instead I saw pride. And with sudden clarity, I realized he was proud that I wanted to make sure the woman knew he was mine. He was proud to be mine and that I wanted everyone to know it.

A crimson blush tinted my cheeks then and I looked down at my feet as the woman continued speaking.

"Oh, my gosh, 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 cry," she admitted, almost tearing up.

I raised my eyebrows, fighting back a giggle at her enthusiasm.

"You know, like in Heart, when Sam had to kill Madison the first woman since Jessica he really loved," she said and briefly Dean glanced over at his brother, "And in Home, when Dean had to call John and ask him for help. Or in No Rest for the Wicked, when Parker cries because she never got to tell Dean she was in love with him before he died..."

I bit my lip, looking away as I felt Dean's eyes on me again. Suddenly, he squeezed my hand gently and I glanced up at him. He sent me a small smile and I returned it, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. The woman teared up then and held back a sob.

"If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings-" she started to say, tears brimming still in her brown eyes.

"Real men?" Dean cut her off and she turned to him.

"Uh, I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hm?" she countered and I snickered.

"Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside," he mumbled under his breath.

She arched an eyebrow, "Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny,"

"How do I know you two are legit, hm?" she asked us all suddenly, sitting back down in the seat at her desk.

"Oh, trust me. We, uh, we're legit," Dean told her.

"Well, I don't want any any article making fun of my babies," she said seriously, her eyebrows arched.

"No, no, no," both boys said at once.

"Never," I assured her with a smile.

"We are actually, um big fans," Sam explained.

"Hm. You've read the books?" she asked, clearly not believing us.

"Cover to cover," Dean replied.

"What's the year and model of the car?"

"1967 Chevy Impala,"

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my-that's Sam's birthday," Sam said, tripping over his words.

"January 24th is Dean's," Dean shrugged and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"And October 31st is Parker's," I supplied before Dean elbowed me in the ribs.

"Sam's score on the LSAT?"

"One seventy-four," Sam answered hesitantly.

"Dean and Parker's favorite songs?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's "Rambling On" and "Traveling Riverside Blues"," Dean smirked down at her.

"And Parker's is "Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland," I answered her.

Dean shot me a confused glance and I shrugged, "What? I-, I mean, Parker, has always liked that song. But just the Judy Garland one. No covers. Except maybe by that Hawaiian guy,"

Finally, the woman beamed up at us, "Okay. Okay. What do you wanna know?"

"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asked her and she paled slightly.

"Oh, no. No, sorry, I can't do that,"

"We just wanna talk to him. You know, get the Supernatural story in his own words,"

"He's very private. Just like Salinger,"

"Please. Like I said, we are, um, huh, big-" he started to say, unbuttoning his shirt and Dean and I raised our eyebrows in surprise as he showed off the anti-possession tattoo by his collar-bone to the publisher, "-big fans,"

Sam looked over at Dean and me then and we both rolled our eyes before Dean pulled back the collar of his shirt to reveal his own tattoo. Grumbling slightly, I pulled down the edge of my jeans to expose the tattoo on my hip.

She smiled shyly at us, "Awesome."