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BECKY'S ROOM
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      "And then Sam touched-" No. "-caressed Dean's clavicle. 'This is wrong,' said Dean. 'Then I don't want to be right,' replied Sam, in a husky voice."

      A message appears on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING Becky frowns and clicks Accept. The window expands to a videophone: it's Chuck. He glances over his shoulder and back. Becky covers her mouth, excited enough that it causes her difficulty speaking.

      "Oh...my...god. You. You're..."

      "Carver Edlund, yeah. Hi, Becky." Chuck says.

       "You got my letters. And my marzipan."

      Chuck can't quite meet her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Um...yummy. But, uh-" He says.

       "I am your number-one fan. You know, I'm Samlicker81." Becky says.

       "I'm sorry. You're-You're what?"

       "Webmistress at morethanbrothers dot net?" Asks Becky.

       "Oh. Yeah. No, yeah. You're my...number-one fan." Chuck says and Becky grins. "That's why I contacted you. You're the only one who will believe me." Chuck looks heavenward. Becky frowns, concerned.

      "Are you all right?"

      "No. I'm being watched. Okay, not, not now-at least, I don't think so. But I don't have much time. I need your help." Chuck says.

       Becky switches back to overexcited. "You need my help?" She asks.

        "That's right. I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean. Okay?" Chuck asks.

        Becky sighs, reality intruding. "Look, Mr. Edlund... Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural is just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality." She says.

      "Becky, it's all real." Chuck says.

      Becky snaps back to overexcitedness. "I knew it!" She yells.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Sam stares at John's journal. Dean is watching TV. "How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the Same time, all around the globe?" Says one person.

      "Two words. Carbon emissions."

      Dean turn to the environmentalist on TV. "Yeah, right, wavy gravy." He says. There is a knock at the door.

      Dean pulls his gun. Sam answers. It's Becky, so excited she's having trouble breathing. "You okay, lady?" Sam asks.

      "Sam...is it really you?" Becky asks. Sam glances back at Dean. Becky steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm."

       "Uh, do I know you?" Sam asks.

       Becky pulls back. Sam continues to stare, bewildered. "No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're-" Becky looks at Dean, who's staring at her, his gun hand out of sight. "-not what I pictured. I'm Becky." Becky pushes past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few-" Becky glances down, giggling a little. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."

      Dean stands up. "Chuck?" He asks. Sam closes the door.

      "He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." Becky says.