Waving Through a Window

63. The Monster at the End of This Book

CHUCK'S HOME - NIGHT

Chuck was sprawled on a couch, sleeping with papers clutched to his chest. The coffee table was littered with unfinished food and drinks. He was in the throes off an intense dream about Sam, Dean, Dahlia, Angie, Noelle, Isaiah, the Impala, the Charger, and himself.

COMIC BOOK SHOP - DAY

A man took a comic book off the shelf. Dean, Sam, Angie, holding Noelle's hand, and Dahlia, holding Isaiah, entered the shop. The boys were in suits and long black coats while the girls were in a white blouse and black slacks and a black coat; FBI costumes. Noelle was wearing a nice blue dress. The man behind the counter looked up as they approached and took out their badges.

"Uh... can I help you?" the man behind the counter asked.

"Sure hope so," Dean replied. "Agents DeYoung, Shaw, Gowan and Sucherman. Pardon the kids. Just need to ask you a few questions."

"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam questioned.

"Like what?" the man behind the counter wondered.

"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights," Angie explained.

"Uh, I don't think so. Why?"

"What about noises?" Sam inquired. "Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"

The man behind the counter looked at them skeptically. "And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?"

"What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"

The man behind the counter grinned. "I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Dean and Dahlia asked.

"You're fans."

"Fans of what?" Sam questioned.

"What is "LARPing"?" Dean wondered as Dahlia frowned.

Noelle frowned. "It is like... I don't know."

"Like you don't know," the man behind the counter said, seeing their confused looks. "Live-Action-Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too."

Dahlia's brow furrowed. "We have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys and girls from the books. What are they called? Uh... "Supernatural." Two guys and two girls, alongside a little girl, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve, Delia, Nellie, Amanda and Dirk? Uh, Sal, Delilah, Nora, Andie and Dane?"

"Sam, Dahlia, Noelle, Angie and Dean?" Sam asked.

"That's it!"

"You're saying this is a book?" Dean questioned.

"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following." He went over to a table labeled "Bargain Bin" and the five followed. "Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah." He handed Dean a book. "That's the first one, I think."

Dean read the cover of the book. ""Supernatural" by Carver Edlund." He flipped the book over and read the back cover. ""Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths.""

"Give me that," Sam demanded, taking the book from Dean.

Dahlia looked at the man. "We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you've got."

MOTEL ROOM

Dean was reclining on one of the beds, next to Noelle, flipping through a book and frowning. Dahlia was on the other bed, with a sleeping Isaiah, reading another book, an annoyed look on her face. Sam and Angie were seated by the window with his laptop.