Sam, Dean and I entered a comic book shop dressed in our FBI threads. The man behind the counter looked up as we pulled out our fake badges.
"Uh... can I help you?" he asked.
"Sure hope so," Dean took the lead. "Agents DeYoung, Shaw and Gowan. Just need to ask you a few questions."
"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple days?" Sam inquired.
"Like what?"
"Well, some of the other tenants reported flickering lights," I supplied.
"Uh, I don't think so. Why?"
"What about noises?" Sam pressed. "Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"
"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" the man questioned skeptically.
"What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"
"I knew it!" the man grinned. "You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"You're fans," he continued.
"Fans of what?" I asked him.
"What is LARPing?" Dean added.
"Like you don't know."
When we continued staring at him in confusion, the worker elaborated a little.
"Live-Action Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too."
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean insisted.
"You're asking questions like the building's haunted," the man explained further. "Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... Supernatural. Two guys, one girl, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?"
"Sam and Dean?" I supplied tentatively.
"That's it!" the man grinned. "And the girl's name is Eleanor... or Ellie for short."
"You're saying this is a book?" Dean asked.
"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following."
He led the way over to a table labeled 'Bargain Bin' and dug through the plethora of books there until he found the one he wanted.
"Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah," he handed a book to Dean. "That's the first one, I think."
"Supernatural by Carver Edlund," Dean read off the front cover before flipping it over and reading the synopsis. "'Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths.'"
"Give me that," Sam grabbed the book out of Dean's hand and held it up to the worker. "We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you got."
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The guy had managed to get us several books, that from what he could tell, added up to be the entire series from when Dean went to pick Sam up at Stanford to when he got sent to Hell. Dean and I sat on one of the beds, books strewn around us as we each read from some of them. Sam sat by the window on his laptop.
"This is freakin' insane," Dean muttered. "How's this guy know all of this stuff?"
"You got me," I replied, swallowing hard as my eyes scanned the pages of the book I was reading.
Everything was in it, from every little detail about the cases to what each of us really thought and felt at any given time. I was really uncomfortable with how this Carver Edlund had captured my conflict over my feelings for Dean and every jealous thought I'd had about the girls he hooked up with before we finally confessed to each other.
"Everything is in here," Dean continued, referencing his own book. "I mean everything. From the racist truck to- to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here, dude."
I glared over at the book in his hands, remembering that particular case. Cassie had really gotten on my nerves. I panicked internally, realizing if the book I was reading was any indication, Dean would be reading exactly what I thought about Cassie. He threw the book down, however, crossing over to Sam.
"How come we haven't heard of them before?"
"They're pretty obscure," Sam informed us. "I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one- 'No Rest for the Wicked'- ends with you going to Hell."
He turned the laptop so Dean could look at the list of books. I tuned out the next part of their conversation, focusing intently on the book in my hand. I was at the part where I went after the Crossroads Demon in an attempt to get Dean out of his deal.
"I think you and I both know I got the juice to kill you without this gun to help me. Something tells me I'm worth a lot more than Dean just based off that alone."
Ellie's heart pounded in her chest as the demon smirked back at her.
"You aren't wrong there," she admitted. "There are plenty of demons who would love to sign a deal with you. However, this, unfortunately, is one deal that cannot be made."
"Why not?" Ellie growled.
"Because, darling," the demon's smirk grew. "For one, I'm not a monster and I'm not about to take two souls for the price of one. And two, Dean's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's ironclad."
"Ellie!"
I started, eyes snapping up to look at Sam and Dean.
"We're going to try and track down Carver Edlund," Sam informed me.
"Great," I said, throwing the book down on the bed. "Let's go then."
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She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
