The fifth Angel

4. The real Ghostbusters

"Cars. I can't understand what you humans see in them. They're so- slow and- and tight. There is so limited space in here. And the noise it's making while you're driving it. The music doesn't even cover it. And how much-" "Sophia. We get it, okay? You hate cars." Dean cut me off. "Hey. It's Chuck." Sam then said, looking at his phone. "He sent an address. Said it's a life or death situation." The Winchesters looked at each other and nodded. "Uh- Chuck?" I asked. "Chuck Shurley. He wrote books about us. He's a prophet." Dean explained. Ah, crap. That name rang a bell... "Okay." I replied.

It was morning. We drove up a country road and squealed around the corner into a car park, past an old fashioned sign 'Welcome to The Pineview Hotel'. We pulled up and they jumped out. I exited normally as Dean ran around the back of the car and suddenly stopped, looking confused. I looked his way. In front of us were a line up of identical cars. What the- "Hey. Come on." Sam called us. Great. Now I knew who they meant. Dad was pacing back and forth at the bottom of the steps leading up to the hotel. What is going on? "Chuck! There you are." Sam said relived. "Guys?" He asked confused, looking directly at me. "What's going on?" Dean wanted to know. "Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" "You told us to come." Dean stated. "Ah, no I didn't." He disagreed. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam asked him. "I didn't send you a text." He assured. "We drove all night!" Dean shouted. "Yeah. In a car. In a slow, tight, loud-" "We were past this, Sophia. You hate cars. We got it the first five times." Dean snapped at me as I looked at him judgingly. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could... oh no." Dad suddenly stopped. "What?" Dean asked. "Sam! You made it!" A girl squealed from the top of the stairs and came our way. "Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam asked. "Oh, you remembered. You been thinking about me." She said. "I..." "It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either." Becky added. "Becky, did you take my phone?" Dad asked her. I looked at him. Really? You let her steal your phone? You're God. You clearly wanted it to happen. "I just borrowed it from your pants." She said. "Becky..." Dad scolded. "What? They're going to want to see it!" Becky defended. "See what?" The Winchesters asked in unison. Becky looked thrilled. "Oh My God. I love it when they talk at the same time!" A guy appeared at the top of the stairs with a clipboard. "Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime." He informed. Becky ran excitedly up the stairs. Dad turned to us: "Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." Sam and Dean looked at each other, confused. Then they followed him up the stairs, me closely behind. We entered the hotel and looked around. A large man walked past with a stein of beer. "Haha. Hey Dean, looking good." He said.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him. The man turned back to him. He was wearing the same clothes as Dean. Oh boy. "I'm Dean too. Duh." Was his reply. Dean turnrd to us, utterly confused. He looked over Sam's shoulder. Sam and I turned around, seeing a Scarecrow. "Oh oh. It's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now. Have fun. Aaaah!" The scarecrow said.
I saw Sam giving the scarecrow a major bitchface. Becky stood behind us, giggling. "What?" Dean asked astounded. I looked around the room. It wax filled with people dressed as monsters. There were tables of merchandise with the Winchesters car on coffee cups, Supernatural books and more. "Becky. what is this?" Sam asked her. "It's awesome!! A Supernatural convention, the first ever." She answered excitedly. Sam gave yet another bitchface, while Dean looked totally confused.

We entered a room where a small crowd sat facing a stage. A man stepped up to the microphone. "Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3.45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, 'Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean'. And at 4.30 there's the 'Homoerotic subtext of Supernatural.'" I looked at Sam and Dean. "Subtext?" I asked chuckling. "Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp." There were cheers and applause from the audience. "But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!" After he finished there were massive amounts of cheering and applause as Dad timidly walks onto the stage. Seriously? "Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I-" He cleared his throat. "Dry mouth." He took a bottle of water and drank a whole lot of it. Wow. Just- I think I'm going to puke. And I'm an Angel, I don't do such things. "Ok. Uh... ahem. So I guess... questions?" Every hand in the room went up. "Uh.... you?"
He pointed at a skinny young man in the front row. The man leaped up, grinning. "Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh... big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam and Dean in the first place?" Well, he is God, so he basically created every human, including the Winchesters. I saw him glancing back at Sam and Dean. They cocked their heads, interested to hear his answer. "Oh, ah, I- it just came to me." He answered. Hands shot up again. "Ok. Yeah. The hook man." "Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam and Dean are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" What? That's stupid. I looked at the Winchesters. Sam looked interested as Dean looked pissed. "I- yeah, I really don't know." Dad answered. "Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?" Ruby? I looked at them to see Sam pissed and Dean looking thoughtful as he turned to Sam. Becky walked down
the row of chairs, clearly pissed as well. "Hey! If you don't like the books don't read them, Fritz." "Ok, Ok, just- okay, it's okay. so, next question." Dad said. Hands shot up again. "Yeah, you." "Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?" He asked. I felt anger rising in me as he mentioned Dean being in hell. "Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out." Dad said, looking at us. Sam and Dean were eying him suspiciously. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again." The room erupted, people leaped from their seats, yelling and cheering and applauding. Oh.