Lucifer Chronicles

Loathsome

They confronted Chuck about publishing again,  but were interrupted by a woman loudly screaming. When they investigated they found that the 'big hunt' of the night had started. 

A tall guy dressed as Sam, and a shorter chubbier guy dressed as Dean passed in front of them. "Dad said... He said I may have to kill you." 'Dean' attempted to say in a low growl. 

"Kill me?" 'Sam' whimpered. "What the hell does that mean?" 

Erin and Ariel burst out laughing, almost falling to their knees, tears pricking at their eyes, or in Erin's case, eye. 

Sam and Dean looked at each other speaking in unison. "I need a drink."

"Hey! You pulled an us again!" Ariel said, still clutching her stomach from laughing so hard. 

"Its gonna have something to do with the fact that they are surrounded by themselves that's making them do it more often." Erin wiped tears away from under her eyes, as they both ran to catch up with the boys. 

They went to the bar, ordering a couple shots, while Erin and Ariel both ordered a jack and coke. 

"Hey, how's it going?" Dean turned to the girl sitting at the bar next to him. 

"Busy." The girl rolled her eyes, not looking up from her phone. 

"Well, you look lovely tonight. Those glasses make you have this whole sexy librarian thing going on." 

"Dude, I've heard that line seventeen time tonight, all from dudes who are dressed as my brothers." She looked up to see Dean, and smirked, putting her phone away. "But you seem different." 

"Uh, brothers?" Dean swallowed thickly. 

"Ariel! Come on! Sam and Dean need our help on the hunt." A blonde with an eye patch came over. "Or rather you and Dean do the hunt, while Sam and I do the nasty in the Impala again." She nudged her friend in the ribs, and dragged her away from the bar. 

"How do they expect to do the nasty in the Impala? It's much to small for Sam. Trust me, I'd know." Erin laughed. 

"YOU JUST HIT ON ME." Ariel howled. "You just fucking hit on your own sister. This whole event is going to kill me from laughing so much." 

Dean gagged. "Don't say that. Someone was dressed as you. How was I supposed to know?!" 

Their unpleasant conversation was interrupted by them overhearing someone else's unpleasant conversation. A boy was telling his friend that he saw a real ghost. When they tried to approach him, he freaked out and ran off. 

"Yup, guess there's an actual problem here." Ariel sighed, downing the rest of her drink. 

They passed by a man who was given a scripted spiel about the fake ghosts. They approached the front desk and Erin flashed the man a smile.

"Hey there, mind if we ask a few questions?" 

The man gave a bored glance towards Erin and sighed. "Look, One-eyed Willie, I don't have time to play Star Wars. Go ask the guy in the ascot." 

Erin glanced back at her family, her jaw dropped, kind of offended by what he said. 

"Probably wasn't best for the least normal looking one to ask first." Dean mumbled, and pulled a $50 out of his wallet and slid it over the desk. "Actually, we, ah, really want to talk to you." 

The manager looked at them impressed and pocketed the money. "Okay, you guys are really into this."

"You have no idea." Sam gave a small smile. 

"Alright." The man put his pen down and gave them his full attention. "What do you want to know?" 

"All the stuff they're saying. This place being haunted, Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?" Ariel shoved her way to stand right in front of the desk, looking way less intimidating being mostly covered by the tall desk, more hidden than her tall brothers. 

"We don't generally like to publicize this to... normal.. people... But yeah." The manager nodded. "1909, this place was called "Gore Orphanage". Miss Gore killed four boys with a butcher's knife, then offed herself." 

"And tonight is really her anniversary?" Ariel followed up. 

"Yup, guess your convention folks wanted authenticity." 

"Any sightings?" Erin glanced around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. 

"Yeah, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys, or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once." 

"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean asked. 

The manager's face turned back to a sour expression. "I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds." 

Ariel scoffed and nudged Dean, her eyes going to his pocket where she knew his wallet was. 

Dean rolled his eyes, pulling out his wallet, sliding over another $50. 

"The attic." The manager whispered. 

They snuck off to the attic and found the EMF going crazy, and came face to face with a scalped ghost boy. Sam made a few calls to get the info they needed, and while discussing they overheard the men at the next table seeming to follow they same path they were. Which was totally different from the game. 

"Oh hey." Ariel approached them, putting on a flirty pout. "Where'd you find the map?" She tried to act clueless in hopes of them giving in to her charms. 

"Uh." The boys shared a look. "This is a game, not charity." The shorter man told her. 

"Help a girl out? After all you are my brothers." She smiled, but soon realized she was getting nowhere with them. 

Sam reached around Ariel, and grabbed the map. 

"Hey!" 'Dean' yelled. 

"It's real." Sam told Dean. " A century old at least, and he's right. There is a cemetery on the grounds." 

"Gimme the map, Chuckles." Dean went to take it away from them. 

"Chuck is Chuckles. Not these losers." Erin rolled her eye, mumbling. 

"Yeah, well, you're the Chuckles, Chuckles." The short man spoke in a gruff 'Dean-esque voice. "Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody." He pulled his jacket back to reveal a plastic toy gun tucked into his pants. 

"Dean! Cool it!" 'Sam' yelped, grabbing the shorts man's hand away from his gun. 

Dean pulled out his actual gun.

"Dean!" Ariel whispered harshly, pulling his arm down, hiding the gun. 

"They're freaking annoying!" He complained. 

"Look guys." Erin started. "We all want to find the bones, right? It'd go faster if we all worked together." 

The two men exchanged looks. "We get the Sizzler gift card." 

"Sure." Dean put his gun away finally. 

"And we get to be Sam and Dean." 

"No problem." Ariel laughed. 

"But we believe in a Sam, that doesn't have a romantic relationship with Erin. Sorry Eyepatch." 'Dean' told them. 

Erin raised one of her eyebrows. "A) Don't call me Eyepatch, One- Eyed Willie, Mike Wazowski or any other one eyed things. B) I'm totally good with the no Sam thing, I'll stick to..." She trailed off looking back towards the real Sam. 

"Rufus or Bobby." 'Sam' supplied. 

"Rufus it is." She nodded.