Demigoddess ~ Dean Winchester's daughter

The Real Ghostbusters (Part 4)

"Hey, Rufus, Bobby, Jo, would you hurry it up?" Fake Dean yelled to the trio behind him and Fake Sam. The group was on their way to the cemetery to find the bones.

"You alright?" Sam asked his brother, knowing how pissed he was.

"I'm trying to be." Dean readjusted his duffel bag.

"So, where were we?" Fake Sam asked his friend.

"Uh, Dr. Elicot had just zapped your brain." Fake Dean answered.

"Right. Got it." Fake Sam cleared his throat, "Why are we even here, Dean? Do you just follow in Dad's footsteps like a good, little soldier?  Are you that desperate for approval?"

"This isn't you talking, Sam." Fake Dean said. Maia watched the L.A.R.Pers and her father and Uncle with curiosity. Did this conversation actually happen?

"See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic." Fake Sam fired back.

"So, what are you gonna do, Sam? You gonna kill me?" Fake Dean questioned.

"Man, I am so sick of you telling me what to do!" Fake Sam growled

Real Dean stopped having heard enough. "Oh, you know what? that--that's it."

"What's wrong, Bobby?" Fake Dean asked in his normal voice.

"I'm not Bobby, okay? You're not Sam. You're not Dean! What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?" Dean snapped.

"Because we're fans, like you." Fake Sam replied in his normal voice.

"No. I am not a fan okay? Not fans." Dean gestured to himself and Sam and Maia. "In fact, I think that the 'Dean and Dam' story sucks! It is not fun. It's not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nuthouse! So, you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean you think they enjoy being treated like-- like circus freaks?"

"Uh, I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters." Fake Dean retorted.

"Oh, they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean stormed off.

"He, uh... he takes the story really seriously." Sam lied before following Dean.

"You know I normally don't get in the middle of other people's issues but... how can you read about the trauma and hardships these two book characters that you care enough about to dress and act like them but then have the audacity to call them fictional?" Maia questioned.

"It's just a story." Fake Dean gave Maia a weird look.

"Is it though? My mom used to say that the reason why people can envision what happens in a book in their head because authors are magical and everything they write is real. It just exists beyond human perception." Maia left, letting her words sink in.

* * *

At the cemetery,  the group split up. The L.A.R.Pers looked for fake, plastic bones while Sam, Dean, and Maia were looking for Leticia Gore's headstone.

"Found the four boys," Dean announced.

"And here's Leticia Gore." Sam read the headstone at his feet.

"Uh, what are you guys doing?" Dean asked the L.A.R.Pers who were still searching for fake bones.

"Uh, we're looking for bones, genius. They got to be around here somewhere." Fake Dean sassed.

"Okay, generally bones are in the ground." Dean retorted.

"Yeah. I know that. I'm just--" Fake Dean stopped short when he saw Sam and Dean take shovels out of their duffels. "Wait. Hold on. Are you guys serious.?"

"Deadly," Maia spoke up.

"We're-- we're not really digging up graves, you guys. We're just playing a game, so--" Fake Sam stated nervously.

"Trust us. You want to win the game, right?" Dean smirked.

The real Sam and Dean went to work right away. With their only being room for one person to dig, Sam and Dean took turns while Maia and the L.A.R.Pers stood and watched.

Dean finally found the coffin as the wind started to pick up. Without thinking, Sam turned to Maia. 

"Don't look at me. I'm powerless right now." Maia reminded him.

"Sorry," Sam mumbled, looking around for any signs of Leticia Gore's ghost.

Dean ripped the coffin lid open, effectively grossing out the L.A.R.Pers. 

"That's, uh, not a plastic skeleton. That's a skeleton skeleton." Fake Dean gagged.

"You just dug up a real grave." Fake Sam's voice shook with fear.

"Yeah." Dean replied in a 'duh' tone.

"You guys are nuts." Fake Dean stared at Sam.

"I thought you guys said you wanted to be hunters." Maia cocked an eyebrow.

"Hunters aren't real, man. This isn't real." Fake Dean backed away along with fake Sam.

"You guys have seriously lost your grip on this--" Fake Sam turned his head, stopping himself at what he saw.

"What?" Sam asked.

Leticia Gore appeared beside him, "Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!" She yelled, tossing him across the cemetery like a rag doll.

The L.A.R.Pers screamed, running away like scared kids, while Dean grabbed what he needed to burn the bones and Maia loaded one of the shotguns.

Fake Sam fell as he ran. "Barnes!" Fake Dean yelled, turning back for his friend. They turned around only to come face to face with Leticia Gore.

"Oh, my god!" Fake Sam, Barnes, screamed.

Leticia dug her fingers into each of their chests, trying to kill them, The men screamed in pain, starting to feel their hearts give out. Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot filled the air and Leticia disappeared.

The L.A.R.Pers turned to see a panting Maia with a sawed-off shotgun in her hand. Out of nowhere, Leticia appeared behind Maia. The ghost shoved her hand through Maia's back, squeezing her heart.

Maia screamed in pain, catching Dean's attention. The Winchester felt his heartbeat speed up. He moved even faster than before, burning the bones and putting Leticia Gore to rest for good.

Dean ran to his daughter who had collapsed to the ground. "Are you okay?"

Maia coughed up blood, shaking her head. Sam had gotten up, walking over to Dean and Maia, concerned about his niece.

"Real enough for you?" Dean asked the L.A.R.Pers who were too shocked to speak.

* * *

Barnes and his partner sat at the bar, shell-shocked and drinking their emotions.

"That was... really..." Barnes slowly started speaking.

"Awful, right? Exactly." Dean interrupted, slapping some money on the bar top. "Round's on us guys."

"See you around." Sam turned to leave with his brother and niece when Barnes friend, Demain, spoke.

"Hey. How did you know how to do all that?"

"We, um... we read the books." Sam shrugged.

The trio walked over to Chuck, wanting to say their goodbyes if you could call it that.

"Hey, Chuck. Good luck with the 'Supernatural' books. And screw you very much." Dean stated before walking away with Sam and Maia.

When Sam, Dean, and Maia reached the front doors, they tried but failed to open them. Dean turned the lock to make sure it was locked shut but it still didn't open.

"That's weird." Dean turned around.

"Definitely." Sam agreed.

"I really hope we're not locked in here," Maia muttered to herself as she followed Dean down a hallway to check the windows and doors and Sam went down another.