CHUCK'S HOME - NIGHT
Chuck was sprawled on a couch, sleeping with papers clutched to his chest. The coffee table was littered with unfinished food and drinks. He was in the throes off an intense dream about Sam, Dean, Kit, the Impala, and himself.
COMIC BOOK SHOP - DAY
A man took a comic book off the shelf. Dean, Sam, holding Kitt's hand, entered the shop. The boys were in suits and long black coats; FBI costumes. Kit was wearing a nice dress. The man behind the counter looked up as they approached and took out their badges.
"Uh... can I help you?" the man behind the counter asked.
"Sure hope so," Dean replied. "Agents DeYoung and Shaw. Pardon the kid. Just need to ask you a few questions."
"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam questioned.
"Like what?" the man behind the counter wondered.
"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights."
"Uh, I don't think so. Why?"
"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"
The man behind the counter looked at them skeptically. "And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?"
"What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"
The man behind the counter grinned. "I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" Dean asked.
"You're fans."
"Fans of what?" Sam questioned.
"What is "LARPing"?" Dean wondered.
Kit frowned. "I don't know what it is."
"Like you don't know," the man behind the counter said, seeing their confused looks. "Live-Action-Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too."
Dean's brow furrowed. "We got no idea what you're talking about."
"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys and kid from the books. What are they called? Uh... "Supernatural." Two guys and a little girl, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve, Kasey and Dirk? Uh, Sal, Kara and Dane?"
"Sam, Kit and Dean?" Sam asked.
"That's it!"
"You're saying this is a book?" Dean questioned.
"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following." He went over to a table labeled "Bargain Bin" and the five followed. "Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah." He handed Dean a book. "That's the first one, I think."
Dean read the cover of the book. ""Supernatural" by Carver Edlund." He flipped the book over and read the back cover. ""Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths.""
"Give me that," Sam demanded, taking the book from Dean.
Dean looked at the man. "We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you got."
MOTEL ROOM
Dean was reclining on one of the beds, next to a napping Kit, flipping through a book and frowning. Sam was seated by the window with his laptop.
"This is freakin' insane," Dean said. "How's this guy know all this stuff?"
"You got me," Sam replied.
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Lavender's Blue
Mystery / ThrillerA father and his newborn daughter set on a quest of sorts to find his father. Along the way, they recruit his brother. Together, they travel the back roads, hunting things that go bump in the night, trying to make the world a little safer. It's no...
