My Supernatural Life.

The Monster at the end of the Book

Abby was about 4 months old now. I am loving watching her grow and seeing her personality start to shine. But, I was going stir crazy. I needed to get out of the house and hunt with the guys. I called Dean to come by the house to get me. He agreed and we went to go do a simple salt and burn. We ended up at a comic book shop. We walked in to the shop.

"Uh... Can I help you?" The shop owner asked.

"I would sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw, and Phillips." I said introduced us to the shop owner. "We just need to ask you a few questions."

"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" The shop owner asked.

"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights." Dean said.

"Uh... I don't think so. Why?" The shop owner said.

"What about noises?" I asked. "Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"

"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" The shop owner asked again. I looked down at my shoes wanting to punch him in the face. 'Will this ass hat ever just give us a straight answer?' I thought to myself.

"What about cold spots?" Sam asked. "Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"

The shop owner started to smile at us as if the lights in his brain had been turned on. "I knew it!" He said.

Dean and I exchanged looks. We were so confused at what was going on.

"You guys are larping aren't you?" He said.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked unamused.

"You're fans." He said.

"Fans of what?" Sam asked.

"What is 'larping'?" I asked.

"Like you don't know." He said giving me a dorky smile. I just gave him a very confused look. "Live-Action-Role-Playing. And pretty hardcore, too."

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." I said.

"You're asking questions like the buildings haunted. Like the guys and girl from the books. What are they called?" He said thinking to himself. "'Supernatural.'"

The three of us we even more confused. We had never in all the times we had ever been hunting had this happen, like ever, and it was messing with our minds.

"Two guys and a girl, use fake I.D.s with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names?" He said. "Uh. Steve, Dirk, and Kailey? Uh, Sal, Dane, and Kimmy?"

"Sam, Dean, and Kelly?" I asked hoping that I was wrong.

"That's it!" He said excitedly.

"You're saying this a a book?" Dean asked.

"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though." He said. "Kind of had more of an underground-cult following."

He got up and went over to a bargain bin full of books. "Let's see. Um..." He was searching through the books to find the one he was looking for. "Ah. Yeah. That's the first one, I think." He said holding up a book and handing it to me.

"'Supernatural' By Carver Edlund." I read. I flipped the back over and continued to read. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white leads men to their deaths."

"Give me that." Sam said. I handed it to him and he read for himself. "We're gonna need all the copies of 'Supernatural' you've got."

We ended up at the hotel with all of the 'Supernatural' books. I had read almost all of them. I was laying next to Dean as he was reading the one called 'Route 666' and I was reading 'Devils Trap'. It was blowing my mind that my life had been written down in a book and that everything was pretty damn accurate.