Beyond This Illusion {1} [Supernatural]

Mary, Mary

Part II

Mary, Mary, Why Ya Buggin'?

-Run DMC

...

Kyle looked at the two girls across the aisle with their heads bent down. One had platinum hair and a ratty Erik B shirt over tight jean shorts. The other had oaky hair and a hufflepuff shirt with capris. They looked like they had just walked out of one of the Blessed books.

"-Nothing here. My spidey-sense ain't pickin' up shit, and neither is your third eye." Hot girls that love LARPing at a convection? Score!

Kyle ruffled his hair and smoothed the wrinkles out of the flannel shirt he had snagged for the Con. "'Ren? 'Gan?"

They both whipped around to face his with suspicious looks. And damn if they weren't good actors. "Who the hell are you?" 'Lauren' asked.

"C'mon guys, it's Cody. Ya know, the dude Zeke rode around after yer dad croaked?"

Lauren's eyes narrowed to slits as she slunk across the aisle and up next to Kyle. She leaned in to speak softly in his ear, and he felt something had jab into his lower back. "You ain't Cody and we all know it. So. Where in the nine levels of Hell did you learn our life story?" she asked in a manner that would be seductive if it didn't have such a poisonous bite to it.

"Hey! Whoa! I thought we were just LARPing," he told her. He could look over her creepiness. Maybe.

"What?" Morgan asked as she practically materialized out of nowhere.

"Ya know, live action role play? Ya guys are actin' out the roles of Morgan and Lauren from the Blessed series." He pointed at the obscure booth hiding a dark corner of the floor. "It's all over there; the books, the other LARPers, the whole shebang."

Morgan and Lauren exchanged guarded looks. Lauren handed her weapon over to Morgan, who slipped the knife away in her bra and the pair made their way to the back where the mysterious Blessed series was hiding.

...

"Bro, I'm reading 'bout that time Miguel had to take you tampon shoppin'. 'He walked up to the counter like threatenin' thundercloud of thunder. The meek employee gazed up at the angel, afraid of the strange man who had entered the feminine aisle.'"

"Oh yeah? I'm lookin' at the time Flagstaff and Zeke pretended to be your parents durin' conferences. 'Mrs. Humphrey gazed upon the couple who had war written on their bodies and the Bible written in their eyes. What kind of life did Lauren lead with parents such as these? Religious almost to the point that they could be considered insane.'"

"We have to find out who is writin' these books. I mean, they know everything. That math test you hid from Miguel to Zeke accusin' me of doing LSD in cross country."

"Says his name is Carver Edlund. And get this: he wrote another series. Supernatural. The story of two brothers crisscrossin' the country and pickin' fights with whatever rears its fugly mug."

"That's nothin', 'Ren. I found a site on the web dedicated to the Blessed book series. They ship a demonic me 'n' Sam as the Boy king. Gross. Some one- Oh hell no! Some one wanted that dickwad from San Juan to rape you! And- the Fuck?! The ship US. Incest, 'Ren! How fucked up is that!"

"What's the publisher?"

"Risin' Sol Publishin' House."

"That's a great place to start."

...

"So what paper did y'all say ya were from?" The blonde man with baby blue's and a voice like thick honey asked. They were under the pretense of being writers doing a piece on underappreciated books to get into the publishing house.