Marked (Supernatural) [Rogue Trilogy] {2}

7. Supernatural: The Musical (Part 1)

7. Supernatural: The Musical (Part 1)

Maeve has Sam and me in the sound and lights room, where we've got a good view of the stage from above. It's kind of an awesome perspective.

"Now, have you noticed anything strange during the production?" I ask her. "I mean, any odd noises, or, uh—"

"You mean, something like this?" Maeve pushes a button, and we hear a scream. "Or this?" There's another weird noise at the push of a button.

"Right. Of course."

"How about this?" Another weird noise.

"W-we got it," says Sam. "Thanks. You know, back when I did tech in school, we had two CD decks—"

"I'm sorry, I have to go sign the delivery," says Maeve. Someone must've got to her through the headset she's wearing. "Please, don't touch anything."

"Way to show our age, Sammy," I say, patting him on the shoulder as Maeve leaves.

I stand back and watch as Sam gives into the temptation of messing around up here. While two actresses are on stage, he messes with the lights.

"Sorry!" he says when they notice him. I can't help but laugh.

After we do our sweep of the school, we wait outside by Baby. Dean's probably still inside. Once he comes back, he explains to us about this whole thing of "Destiel" which apparently is pairing my older brother up with Cas.

Oh, yeah, because that's not awkward at all. Having girls pair your big brother up with the angel that you're currently in a relationship with.

"I don't understand," says Sam.

"Me either," says Dean.

"I mean, shouldn't it be...Deastiel?"

I snicker.

"Really? That's your issue with this?"

Sam smirks. "No, of course it's not my issue. You know...How about Sastiel? Samstiel?"

"Hmm, what about Jostiel?" I get in on the little game. "Cassette?"

"Those aren't half bad, Jo. Think Cassette sounds better though."

"Thanks for the approval, Sammy."

"Okay, all right," Dean says. "You know what? You're both gonna do that thing, where you just shut the hell up. Forever."

Sam laughs. "Look, man. No EMF. No hexbags. None of the props are even remotely hincky. Other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all, Jo and I got nothing. You?"

"In Ms. Chandler's office, there's just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's just probably face down in a bar, somewhere. Or a ditch."

"Way to be grim, Dean," I comment.

"Alright, so what? This—this all...This whole musical thing, everything, it's...It's all a coincidence? There is no case?"

"Unless you're seeing something I'm not, no, Dean. There's no case here," says Sam.

Sam and I are on the right side of Baby while Dean goes to the driver side. I look at my brother.

"CasDean?" I tease.

"Shut your face! Get in the car!"

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